I am so sorry for not updating for so long! I sort of lost my motivation, and then I went on a small vacation. Most of these are just excuses though😰 Anyway, I just want to thank you all for reading! It means so much to me🙏❤
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   Chapter 6:

    It was around a week later, and the Beatles were back in the recording studio, finishing up their latest album Revolver. The songs were becoming more complex and experimental, so when it was time to record they were spending much longer periods of time in the studio.

    Not to mention, their personal issues were also arising. John had confided his feelings for Paul to George, and now the guitarist was struggling with what to do with that knowledge.

    George paced around the studio while Ringo was in the bathroom and John and Paul were busy tuning up their instruments. It's not like he was afraid that Paul wouldn't feel the same, he already knew that he did. It was just that in some way he felt like he would miss Ringo's affection, even if it was just an act.

    He frowned at the thought, and Ringo re-entered the studio. The group finished setting up and began to rehearse their newest song, Paul's ode to pot: 'Got to Get You into My Life'.

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Later that evening:
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    George was sat on the floor of Kinfauns, (his home's), living area, surrounded by scraps of paper filled partially with lyrics and chords. He had his guitar in his lap, and was messing around with random riffs in different keys, trying to get a good sound.

    He needed a song to pour his feelings and thoughts into. And suddenly, it clicked.

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The Next Day:
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    George anxiously walked into the studio, a sheet of lyrics in his hand and a guitar in the other. The others were still unpacking, but turned when George gave a slight cough.

    "Erm- I wrote a song, maybe it could go on the album..?" He started.

    John stood up, intrigued. "Well let's see it then."

    John and Paul headed over to examine the paper, filled with chords, notes, and lyrics.

    George looked up at Ringo, who gave him a reassuring smile. He felt another blush spread across his face and looked back down at the paper. Why does that always have to happen?!George muttered to himself under his breath.

    "Looks pretty good, George. Can ye' play some for us?"

    George noticed the way John was now looking at Paul, who was just as uncomfortable being so close to the other. But he nodded and began with the opening riff.

    He imagined he was singing it straight to Ringo, even though the song covered more than just recent events in his life. He often felt at a loss for words when he really wanted to get something across to someone. This case being no exception.

    George made up his mind, he had to tell him.