JOHN

"Yes, I'm lonely, wanna die."

I sang the lyrics softly, under my breath. Everyone was on the other side of the studio, and they couldn't hear me, but I still made an effort to play very quietly.

"Yes, I'm lo-onely, wanna die."

Paul and Ringo were studying some papers with the recording engineers. George sat farther away, cigarette in hand, and talked with Mal.

"If I ain't dead already, girl you know the reason why." I didn't play the riff, just strummed the three chords straightforwardly.

"In the morning..." My singing died down as I watched Mal stand up and slap his hand on George's shoulder before walking over to the rest.

I snatched the opportunity, dropping my guitar on the floor and rushing over to the seat which Mal previously occupied. I stopped, however, before I sat in it.

George had his chin in his hand. His hair fell over his face, covering his eyes. His other hand lied on the table, fingers raised slightly to cradle the cigarette.

"George-"

"Yes," he answered gruffly, darting his eyes up at me. He brought the ciggie to his lips, his stare unyielding.

"I, uh..." I scratched my elbow awkwardly, losing track of what I had planned to say.

"I knew you wouldn't say anything," George muttered. "Just five more seconds, and you'll be runnin' out that door, right?"

I didn't answer. George released me from his gaze, and I let out a relieved breath. He resumed his sagged stance, smoke drifting around him.

"You didn't bring Yoko along today?" He kept his voice deliberately level, but I felt the sting of his words. "I can't imagine why. It's not like anything happened the other night."

I heard Ringo laugh in the background at something Paul said. I forced myself into the seat across from George, and leaned forward on the table. He didn't react, simply brushed ashes into a tray.

"Was she bad when I... when I left?" I choked out the last part, not willing to admit what I had done.

George chuckled. "'Bad' is an understatement." He turned his head towards the center of the studio. His expression was stoic, illuminated by the pallid ceiling lights."She screamed and cried for hours. Was a nervous wreck."

I dropped my head. My actions were inexcusable, and it pained me to think on them.

"She blamed herself, you know," George continued. "She called herself a fool for falling for you." He was trying to get at me, but I wouldn't snap back at him. I was too upset with myself.

"Lads?" Paul was suddenly right next to us. George and I both looked up at him. He hesitantly crossed his arms and glanced at each of us in turn. "Everything alright?" We hadn't spoken since yesterday, when I told him that I loved Pru, but nothing had happened since then.

"'Course," George replied, furrowing his brows. I nodded silently, drumming my fingers on the table.

Paul opened his mouth, but closed it again. After a beat, he said, "How about we start to work then?" George bobbed his head, and vaguely satisfied with that, Paul slowly walked away.

George turned to me, raising an eyebrow and waiting for an answer. I didn't have one; there was nothing I could say that could justify my running out of her flat.

Resigned, George dropped his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up. "We better get at it, then."

My hand shot out and grabbed his arm, stopping him. He swung his head to me in surprise.

I avoided his piercing gaze. "I will see her again. I'll do it right." My voice was just loud enough for George to hear. I made myself look at him. He had to see that I was sincere. After running out- twice- I had to make sure he knew I would not let it happen again.

"I swear," I croaked. George tightened his lips and pulled his arm out of my hold.

PRUDENCE

One week. That's all that's left. I had one week in London, and then it'd be back to Paris.

Mr. Allemande had told us all the news. "Our collecsion is praugressing wiz excellent speed, and my bosses have requested that we present what we've produced by month's end, so start packing!"

Everyone was excited. We would all be returning home, to our comfortable offices, to our normal routines. I was the only one without a smile on my face. Neither Mr. Allemande nor any of the other workers noticed the glinting tears in my eyes as I went home for the day.

London was supposed to be a new adventure. I had planned to sit in a swanky café, observe all the mods and businessfolk, visit some museums, and design a few dresses. But all that's been overshadowed.

One week left. Would I ever see the boys again? Would my crying fit in my flat be the last they knew of me?

Would John shutting the door be the last I ever knew of him?

I let my tears fall freely. They were hot and furious.

How could I have let my passions get so stubborn? I was here on business, to make a name for myself. Instead I went chasing after a Beatle- a taken Beatle at that- and hung on balconies and dreams that wouldn't come true.

"Stupid!" I whispered to myself as I walked down the street to my flat. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

A blurry thudding entered my head. It was the steady pounding of drums.

I can't not say goodbye. I have to see them. Maybe John... no, no more about John. The others, I must say goodbye to them. Paul said something about a daughter, maybe I could meet her before I leave... and Ringo was really nice... and George. I couldn't just leave without seeing him.

I felt like Dorothy, leaving Oz. Except this was no paradise. London wasn't painted with Technicolor.

I stopped when I saw the Apple building, right in front of me. I looked straight up to the roof, where not so long ago, a little band was jamming and I was staring from my balcony.

I gave in to the drumming, and closed my eyes.

Get back, get back, get back to where you once belonged...

{ I'm ashamed.

I started writing this chapter months ago, and after two sentences I dropped it. I finally decided to write something, and all I got was this lousy chapter.

Sorry. The next one will be better, I promise!

even though I don't know when I will publish it oops

School has been on for almost a month and it is overwhelming so wattpad is pretty far down on my to-do list :p

ooookay time for some updates:

I got a ukulele for my birthday, which is in a few weeks

It's John's birthday (or it was about two hours ago) so happy birthday John!

I am going to see KONGOS again next week EEEEE

and I was going to see Gary Clark, Jr. and I was super excited about it, but it turns out my chorus concert is that day, and if I'm not there to play piano for the chorus the show cannot happen so I have to miss Gary Clark, Jr. :(((

also I WATCHED EIGHT DAYS A WEEK AND IT WAS SOOOO GOOD

THE FOOTAGE WAS RESTORED AND IT LOOKED AND SOUNDED AMAZING

THERE WAS THIS PART WHERE DURING AN INTERVIEW GEORGE KEPT BRUSHING THE ASHES OF HIS CIGARETTE ONTO JOHN'S HAIR IT WAS SO CUTE

AND THE ENTIRE AUDIENCE WAS SMILING AND SINGING ALONG

WHEN THEY ROLLED THE CREDITS WE ALL DID THE HANDCLAPS FOR "EIGHT DAYS A WEEK"

AND THE SHEA STADIUM CONCERT WAS SO COOL

AAARGH perfection

Since I haven't been on in FOREVER, I had a lot of updates

OH ONE MORE I LISTENED TO GREEN DAY'S NEW ALBUM AND I AM VERY PLEASED WITH THE RESULTS

I like "Troubled Times", "Revolution Radio" and  "Bang Bang" a lot

if you listened to the album, what did you think of it? Did any songs particularly stand out to you?

okay I think that's it for now. Hopefully, hopefully, I will update soon, so I will see you all then!

PEACE AND LOVE L***}