I woke up the next morning to the loud sound of thunder. I groaned and laid back, resting my arm over my forehead. I really wasn't in the mood for school today. I sat up and looked at myself in the mirror, hanging across the wall. My small, shirtless, skinny, pale body. I made a face and shook my head.

"Come on George. Time for school." Mum knocked on me door. I sighed.

"I don't feel well mum. Stomach ache."

She walked in and sat on the bed, feeling my head. I watched her as she examined my face.

"Ye look fine to me George."

"I don't feel fine. My tummy hurts."

"Where?" She pressed her hand on my stomach. I made a face.

"Mum..."

"I'm your mother. I have every right to know where it hurts. Now tell me."

I pointed to the middle. She nodded. "Fine. If you're really not well, then ye can stay home. I'll make ye some soup." She got up, headed to the door. I smiled.

"Can ye make the soup with the crackers crunched on top?" I pouted. She smiled and nodded.

"I'll see what I can do. Just relax alright?"

I nodded and watched as she left the room. Nice. I had the day off. And, I got some soup. I smiled to myself and grabbed another music magazine, readin about Bowie.

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I spent the morning faking sick, eating the whole pot of soup, and munching on crackers until it was time for mum to leave for work. She was working at the library downtown. So I had the place to myself.

It was one in the afternoon as I sat on the sofa watching reruns of Scooby Doo, when there was a knock on the door. I got up and opened the door, a smile spread across my face as Richard stood before me.

His shaggy hair covering his droopy eyes. His baggy jeans dragging on the floor as he walked inside. A Hendrix shirt hanging over his lanky body.

"Aye mate! Ye are alive!" Richard smiled.

"Yeah. Wasn't feelin it today Rich. Where the others?" I asked as we sat on the sofa. He grabbed the box of crackers and began helping himself.

"They went off to throw eggs at Keith and the rest of the Stones. I couldn't follow."

"They 'ave a gig today??"

"Yep. They get excused from the bloody school to go on and go to gigs during classes! Fuckin wankers the lot of them."

I sighed. "They got somethin we don't. Courage. Come on Richard we could be great! I know we can. I 'ave a few songs written...would ye like to listen?" I asked shyly. He smiled and nodded.

"I'd love to! Let's go up yeah? Got your guitar back?"

"Yeah. Come on."

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"All through the day, I me mine

I me mine, I me mine

All through the night, I me mine

I me mine, I me mine

Now they're frightened of leaving it

Everyone's weaving it

Coming on strong all the time

All through the day I me mine

I-I-me-me-mine, I-I-me-me-mine

I-I-me-me-mine, I-I-me-me-mine

All I can hear, I me mine

I me mine, I me mine

Even those tears, I me mine

I me mine, I me mine

No-one's frightened of playing it

Everyone's saying it

Flowing more freely than wine

All through the day I me mine

I-I-me-me mine, I-I-me-me mine

I-I-me-me mine, I-I-me-me mine

All I can hear, I me mine

I me mine, I me mine

Even those tears, I me mine

I me mine, I me mine

No-one's frightened of playing it

Everyone's saying it

Flowing more freely than wine

All through your life I me mine"

I looked up at Richard as he stared at me in awe. I bit my lip.

"So? Ye think Paul and John will like it?"

"I think they'll fancy it quit a bit to be honest. See that's what we need to be playin! Top tune that!"

I smiled and blushed a bit. "Thanks mate. The guitar isn't too bad? Ye know like it doesn't over shadow the song?"

"Nah mate it compliments the song. I love it. Don't change it one bit." He smiled. I smiled back.

"Thanks. They comin over later?"

"Yeah. In a bit now. While were waitin..." He pulled out a small bag of my favorite new green substance. I grinned.

"I thought ye'd never ask."

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Once Paul and John came around, I showed them the song and they loved it. They showed me a few songs they cooked up and we went back and forth. It was actually quite professional to be honest. We were gettin better at focusing, even while high.

John finished playin a song called You' ve got to hide your love away. I wondered if it was for anyone in particular. But it wasn't my buisness, so I let the subject drop. Richard hummed along as John began writing and singing. He smiled and set his pencil down.

"Aye Richard. I think I just wrote the right tune for ye. It'll be yours to sing. Get on this."

He handed Richard a peice of paper and smiled.

Richard read aloud. "With a little help from my friends."

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