PAUL

"Well, look who's here!"

As I led Heather by the hand into the studio, Ringo walked up to us, setting his bottle down on the table near us.

"Hello, Ritch," I said warmly. Ringo smiled, and knelt down to Heather.

"How've you been, little lass?" he asked her, brushing her sandy blonde hair from her face.

"Good," Heather replied with a giggle.

"Linda is out taking pictures for work, so I'm babysitting today," I explained. Heather shot me an angry look.

"I'm not a baby," she said, crossing her arms.

"Just joking, sweetheart," I said, rubbing her head. Heather smiled back, her blue eyes glowing.

I went to the piano. Ringo walked over to his drums, and Heather followed him.

"Where is everyone?" I asked, looking over the papers which lied on the piano. They were song lyrics I had scribbled down the day before. I looked over them, seeing if a new day has changed my opinions about them.

"George is in the loo. And John is late. Something about Yoko being sick." Ringo sat down at the drums and pressed his foot on the pedal, jumping up comically with the heavy bang that followed. Heather started to laugh.

I smiled. Ringo was good with kids.

"Alright," I replied, staring at the lyrics.

"The long and winding road, that leads to your door...."

I tried to hum out the melody as I skimmed through the multiple songs I had begun.

"Back in school again, Maxwell played the hooligan, teacher gets annoyed...."

"Oh, darling, if you leave me..."

"And in the middle of negotiations, you break down..."

"Something in the way she moves...."

"Golden slumbers fill your eyes-"

I paused, and flipped back to the other sheet.

"Something in the way she moves, attracts me like no other lover..."

The handwriting wasn't mine. The lyrics weren't mine, either.

I stared more intently at the sheet. It was a completed song, with multiple verses, a refrain, and a bridge. The guitar chords were written above the lyrics. After a couple verses, the words "guitar solo" were scrawled between brackets.

I recognized George's handwriting. But this was a side of George I had never seen, and it surprised me. It looked like a song of sentiment, very different from the Hare Krishna stuff he would write before.

I set the sheet on the music stand, and tried out the chords on the piano. I didn't know the melody, but the progression sounded beautiful.

I heard Ringo walk over to me. "New song?"

"George wrote it," I replied, my playing unceasing.

"Really?" Ringo didn't sound as surprised. "It sounds good."

I stopped playing and turned to him. "Did you know about this song?"

Ringo shook his head. "No. Well, not exactly. George told me he had this new song, but he never played it to me. I didn't think he would show anyone."

"Well, how do you think the lyrics ended up here?" I asked, as George walked into the room.

GEORGE

As I walked out of the bathroom, Ringo and Paul, both at the piano, turned their heads to me. Their expressions were unreadable, with their eyebrows slightly raised.

"What?" I asked. "I washed my hands." They didn't react to my joke, something else occupying their minds.

"Did you put this here?" Paul's voice was soft, almost incredulous.

He held up a sheet of paper, but I couldn't see what was on it. I walked to the piano. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Heather playing with some bongos.

As I got closer to Paul, I recognized the sheet he was holding. It was my song. The song I wrote to Pattie, before I found her with Eric. My cheeks started to get hot, and my temper flared.

"Where did you get that?" I said, reaching for the sheet. Paul was too quick, though, and he pulled it away just in time. "Give it back!"

"What do you mean, where did I get it? It was right here in my pile of lyrics!"

"Bollocks! I never put it there! Why would you go through my things?" I kept lunging at the paper. Paul stood up from the bench and dove away. I grew more and more angry with every time I missed the paper.

"George, stop!" Ringo grabbed me and held me back. I tried to get out of his hold, as Paul held the sheet up by his head.

"Give it back!" I shouted again.

"George, there's a kid here," Ringo whispered forcefully by my ear. I turned my head to Heather, who was watching us, the bongos no longer in her lap. I began to calm down, but Ringo didn't let go of me.

"Alright, Ringo, I'm fine," I breathed. Paul seemed to agree, and he motioned to Ringo to let me go.

"Where did you get the song?" I asked, my voice low. It was the same steady tone I used when I saw Eric in my house with Pattie.

"It was in my pile of lyrics," Paul lowered his arm with the paper in it, but he didn't hand it to me. "I swear," he added.

"We thought you wanted to show us your song," Ringo said, walking around to face me.

"Well, I didn't," I answered curtly. "And I would like it back, please." I stuck my hand out. After hesitating, Paul returned my sheet. I swung it out of his hand and walked to my guitar case, placing the sheet inside it.

"Who put the song in the pile, then?" Ringo asked. "Wasn't me."

"It wasn't me, either," Paul added. "And clearly it wasn't George."

"Did you show anyone the song?" Ringo turned to me. "Anyone at all?"

I began to shake my head no, but then I remembered. "I showed John," I said softly. "He caught me playing it once. He said he really liked it."

Paul looked down at his papers, and nodded slowly. "Alright," he said, "we'll ask him when he comes."

Ringo nodded his agreement and shuffled to the drum kit, passing Heather as he did so. I remembered that I hadn't greeted her yet.

"Hello, Heather," I said to her, sending a wave as I did so. Heather timidly waved back, then walked over to Ringo. After the scene that just passed, I doubted she would be comfortable with me for some time.

I sighed, and took out my guitar. A small thought entered my mind, and I didn't ignore it.

"Did you like it?" I asked quietly. Paul turned.

"What?"

"My song. Did you like it?"

Paul paused, then answered. "Well, I didn't know the melody, but the chord progression was really good."

"What about the lyrics?"

Another pause. "I loved them."

I smiled a little, but my smile faded away. "It's for Pattie."

Paul nodded. "Did she hear it?"

I shook my head in reply.

She didn't hear it. And I hoped she never will.

{GUYS I WROTE ANOTHER CHAPTER

TWO IN TWO DAYS

WOW IM KIND OF PROUD OF MYSELF

I didn't do anything today so I decided to add on a little more to the whole George/Patti fiasco.

I hope everyone's day has been/is/will be stupendous!

PEACE AND LOVE L***}