Dear Evie,

There's one more week until Rubber Soul is released. I can't wait for you to give the songs a listen. I've always asked you to be honest when listening to our music, though secretly (not so secretly) I've always hoped for no criticism. Instead, I've always hoped for endless praise.

You've always been honest, because I've asked you to. When I'd see you hesitate, I'd tell you, "go on."

When you listened to Please Please Me, you shrugged a single shoulder. "It's cute. Cute love songs, nice melody. And rhythm?  I really don't know any of these technical words."

"Is this something you'd listen to or would you change the radio station if it came on?"

You thought about the question. "Well..." you'd begin. "No." Then I'd frown. You'd lean in, and kiss me. Then you'd ask me questions about the album, and which songs were my favorite. We'd laugh together, and we'd forget about everything else.

When you listened to With The Beatles, your favorite song was Don't Bother Me. George was there, when you announced this. He piped up, his eyes lightening up. "I wrote that, Iv!" George hugged you, the two of you laughing.

"It's sad but nice," you said. "He's so broken up about her leaving he can't deal with anything else."

I rolled my eyes. Out of all of the songs, that was the one I least expected to be your favorite. You have George wings, Evie, he was ready to let song writing stay at one disastrous song, but thanks to you, he's been writing more and more lately.

When you listened to our third album, you turned to George. "So dancing is an euphemism for sex, huh?"

George coughed, then blushed. I rolled my eyes. This time, George noticed. "Favorite song, Iv?"

"If I fell," you said. "You don't really know how well someone is going to take care of your heart when you offer it. It's hopeful. And I think, maybe, it's too late. He has already given his heart. He's just asking for her not to hurt him."

When you listened to I'm a loser, you got a worried look on your face.

"It's funny," I said. "I'm making fun of myself."

"It's sad."

"It's funny. I laughed a lot while writing it."

"You're not a loser."

"Aren't I?"

Generally you always said, "Why don't you talk more about the girls? Why don't they have careers and drive expensive cars? Why not make them want everything and get it? Women aren't there to entertain men, you know."

I'm not sure what you thought about Help! We broke up. You never told me your thoughts. You only heard traces of music here and there, whenever I was writing or trying out a few chords. I don't know which song you would of liked the most, perhaps I need you.

I'm not sure, Iv. I'm not sure what you'll think of Rubber Soul. We've improved, that's for sure. We don't sound like we used to, we're trying out new things. We've lived through a lot in the last couple of years, its only natural our music would evolve as we do.

I'll mail you a copy soon. Give it a listen? Let me know your thoughts?

Yours,
John