JOHN

"Good work, lads," Paul said, standing up from the piano and wiping his hands on his lap. "To be continued tomorrow."

We had been in the studio for six hours, and managed to record the majority of three songs.

"Aye, aye, cap'n," I said, straightening up in a goofy salute.

Paul sent a faint smile my way, then proceeded to walk out of the studio. "Ta-ra, boys," he said over his shoulder, before he left the room.

Ringo stretched his arms. "I'm off, too," he said with a yawn. "M'family would be expecting me," he added, following Paul out.

I looked at George, who was focused on his guitar. He was quietly playing a string of chords and muttering song lyrics that I couldn't hear.

I stood up from my seat and began to walk toward him. As I started to move, Yoko grabbed my arm.

I turned to her, softly kissed her cheek, and whispered, "I just need to talk to George, alright? I won't be long."

Yoko slowly nodded, and said, "I'll get our jackets." She stood up and slowly left the room.

I smiled in her direction, then continued on to George. He looked up at me from his guitar.

"Are you two mad at each other or somat?" he asked. I blinked in surprise.

"She went to get my coat," I replied.

"Ah," he said, looking back down at his Gretsch. "I just never saw you two so apart from each other."

"Nothing's wrong," I retorted all too quickly.

George looked back up at me and raised his hands in surrender. "Alright," he said, "nothing's wrong, sorry." He looked at me for a moment longer, then went back to his guitar.

I was quiet for a while, then sat down on the floor next to him. "Ey, what're you playing?"

"Something," he replied quietly, still plucking the strings.

My temper flared. "Alright, fine. Don't tell me." I began to stand up.

"That's what the song is called," George answered, interrupting my hissy fit. I turned back to him.

He focused on his guitar, and started the song over.

"Something in the way she moves," he began, a slow ballad style melody, "dadadadadadadadada," he mumbled, finding no lyrics, "something in the way she moves me, I don't wanna leave her now, you know I believe..." And he stopped. "That's pretty much it so far."

"It's..... it's.... great," I said, awed. This was a side of George I rarely saw.

George turned to me timidly. "I just can't figure out that one line," he said. "Something in the way she moves..."

I looked thoughtful for a second, then twisted my face into a goofy grin. "Something in the way she moves... Attracts me like a cauliflower?"

George chuckled. "It certainly does," he joked. A concentrated look passed over his face, then it cleared into a smile. "Something in the way she moves... Attracts me... Like no other lover," he sang slowly.

"Perfect!" I exclaimed. George nodded and quickly wrote the words down. As he began the song over, I asked him, "Pattie?"

He stopped. "What?"

"It's for Pattie, right?"

George looked down, and nodded shyly.

"She would love it," I said softly, patting him in the back. "She will."

George smiled a little. "I hope she does," he answered.

I smiled a little, and then stood up. "I have to go. Keep at it."

"Bye," George responded, looking at his guitar.

"The lad's all grown up," I said over my shoulder as I walked out of the room. As I left, I heard George chuckle.

Yoko found me smiling. "You look happy," she observed.

"I am," I replied. She handed me my coat, and once I put it on, we held each others' hands and left the studio.

"Should I call the chauffeur?" Yoko asked me.

I opened the door and led us out. The sky was a pure white, London's version of a beautiful day.

"No," I said. "It's nice out. Let's walk home."

PRUDENCE

"Good work today, Pru-dence," Mr. Allemande said, picking up my sketchbook to examine it. "These would be lovely with our au-tumn collec-sion, no?" The accent tinkled in his words.

"I believe so, Mr. Allemande," I said with a smile. "Thank you."

"Alright, go on haume now. You've done quite a lot today."

"Are you sure you don't need any more help, sir?" I stood up.

"No, no, no, darling," he said with a wave of his hand. "Everyzhing is under control. Go rest."

"Thank you, sir," I said, gathering my things.

"See you to-mau-rrow, 'cherri'," Mr. Allemande said cheerily. He held my shoulders and kissed my cheeks, one at a time, in the Parisian etiquette.

"Adieu," I replied with a smile, and turned to go down the stairs and out of the building.

I really had worked hard today. I had designed at least ten outfits over the course of the day, enough to fulfill my quota for the entire week, not to mention the alterations I had been working on. Overall I had done nearly three times the amount of work I usually did. After my early leave the day before, I had decided to work extra hard today to make up for it.

And now I was exhausted.

I walked out of the stairwell and into the lobby. After bidding a polite goodbye to the doorman, I stepped out onto the London street.

Time to go home to a nice cup of tea, I thought. My shoes clicked on the sidewalk, and my purse swung by my side. The sky was a shade of white. It reminded me of the dreary weather back in Liverpool.

As the name popped into my head, memories followed it. I thought of my old, worn-out home, with my worn-out parents. I thought of the crumbled streets, and the crumbled people. I thought of the port, and the stores, and the restaurants. I thought of the art school. I thought of the Casbah and the Cavern. I thought of my friends. Layla, Marcy, Judy... Pete, Stu, Paul, George.... John.

John.

He was in front of me.

Walking ahead of me.

I stopped. I blinked. I even rubbed my eyes.

It wasn't a mirage, or my imagination.

John was walking, his back to me. He looked just as he did in the roof the other day. A small woman walked by his side.

The two of them turned the corner. Without thinking, I began to run after them.

{HEY GUYS

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