Within You, Without You | George Harrison ✅

5

We arrived at the studio mere minutes after 8AM. However, Mr Rostas was less than impressed. He was standing in reception with his hands on his hips and a disapproving, almost angry, look on his face.

The four Beatles and I hurried into the building in fits of giggles and laughs, each of us clutching our stomach. Paul had said something funny just as we got out of the car. I couldn't remember what it was, but the fact that they couldn't stop giggling like teenage girls at a sleepover made it all the more funnier.

"Late, Miss Harman." Mr Rostas spat at me. The laughter stopped immediately.

"Yes, Sir." I said quietly, "sorry, Sir, I -"

"It's our fault, Henry." Paul said politely, putting his hand up as if he were giving a road gesture of 'sorry' rather than to the man who ran their studio. "We were a bit late to pick her up."

Lie.

"Yeah." John agreed. "And we didn't think you'd care since she's our personal assistant."

"If she's on my payroll then she has to be here on time!" Mr Rostas bellowed, causing the secretary behind the reception desk to quickly scurry out of the room. "Or she won't be on the payroll for long." He smirked at me.

"I think we're going to have to adapt your hours, Amoreena." Ringo said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Y'see, 8AM is a little early for us to be here. Would 10 work for you instead, luv?"

I turned to him and smiled. I'd opened my mouth to reply, but Mr Rostas cut me off before I could begin to speak.

"She will be here at 8 sharp every morning!"

"Well there's no point in her being here if we're not." George pointed out.

"What if we come in when her shift ends?" John asked. "Then you're paying her for nothing. You might as well get her to come in when we're around."

There was a lot of sense to that argument.

Mr Rostas was fuming though. He clearly didn't like being talked back to - even if the people doing the talking were world famous stars and millionaires who probably paid most of the studio's bills with the money which they paid to record there.

Mr Rostas knew that he couldn't win this argument. He stormed off, fuming, and yelling to himself about insolent recording artists of the day.

I turned to the band. "Thank you!" I exclaimed, a wide smile on my face. I knew now that Mr Henry Rostas was unlikely to mess with me because I had The Beatles on my side. They would argue with him for me, and there was little that he could do about it.

"No need to thank us." Paul smiled.

"We hate Henry." George agreed.

"Anyone fancy a cup of tea?" John asked in reply to what I had said.

"Oh I'd love one." George said, putting his hand up like a schoolchild.

"Make us one while you're there, Geo." John exclaimed as he hurried off to the recording studio.

"I'll have one if you're making it, lad." Paul said as he hurried after John.

"I'll just have a water, please." Ringo told George as he followed Paul.

George turned to me, a sad look on his face. "I suppose you want a cup of tea, too?"

"George," I said in reply, "I'm your personal assistant. Shouldn't I make the teas?"

"Nah," the youngest Beatle replied, "I'll do it." He went to walk off towards the kitchen area, but I stopped him with a hand on his arm, gently pulling him back to me.