September 6, 1968, here's where we are at the temporal line.
After a lot of George's insistence, here he is, entering the 'Abbey Road Studios' to record an album track.
Of course he wouldn't accept, and there's only one simple reason to that: Nobody plays on a Beatles track!
"But that's mine song! And I'm inviting you because I can do whatever I want with mine song!" Was everything that he heard as an answer.
Okay, it won't be hard, it's just a simple song, nothing really complex or hard to do, it will be easy! Just breath in and go for it!
"Oh, look who came!" The older says opening the door "Feel free to take a chair, Princess" Completed kissing his cheek.
That room was so big! Any of the others where him was recording "Wheels of Fire" were even near that, not even in New York, where they recorded the last album, it was giant!
Considering the last fact, no one even noticed his presence, everybody was too busy with their own business. And it's quite weird, they just don't look like a band anymore! It's like that's just a place to put their own songs, like a collection of solo careers, but under only one name.
Was so absorbed by his thoughts that took a time to understand where exactly was, and that the other was at his side...
"Princess! Here's from earth, someone in there?" Called for attention, with a paper in hand.
"Sorry, I forgot the world outside my head..." Mumbled sitting at the black chair, was feeling dizzy with that.
"Well..." Shaked the shoulders and continued "Here's the lyrics, here's the tab, any questions?"
"No, any questions, commander!" Laughed taking the paper "But I need a guitar pick..."
"Here!" Another voice gets in the conversation, Paul's voice...
"Oh, thanks" Said smiling and taking the blue piece of plastic "I give you it back as soon as possible"
"Don't worry about it, 'Princess'" Responded, sitting by his side, what made George roll his eyes and burn of jealousy.
"I think that's too personal for you..." The older says between his teeth.
"Sorry, jealous girlfriend!" Replied, ironic as he could be.
"Stop with this stupid irony!" Was getting really mad with this "I just think that you have your own to use this..."
"Yes, I do, but I just wanted to help your 'friend'" Better interrupt before it gets worse...
"Okay, thanks for this, but I don't really need, I guess Geo might have one, don't you?" Asked giving it back to the one with hazel eyes, Geo just hummed, turning back and going to catch one.
"Pathetic..." The other mumble "Who would say that the guitar God don't have a guitar pick in his pocket, uh?"
"Well, I normally do, but today nothing here..." Responded looking for something at the pockets "Okay, we have gums... And a lip balm? Why?"
"So that's the trick to the pinky lips!"
"I never really use it, I didn't even know that it's here..." Answered plugging the guitar and starting to play the tab that George gave him.
"You sound nervous... Judging by the wrong notes..." Said with that shiny smile.
"Maybe a little, it's kinda weird being here to record on a Beatles album, nobody never did it before! Why me?" That's his biggest question now, why with him?
"Oh don't think a lot about it. It will be easy to you" Giggled crossing the legs "Your jealous girl is back..."
"I brought it to you..." Geo says giving him a cup of hot coffee.
"Thanks, Love" Said with emphases at the 'love', maybe would help.
"But as I said before..." He never stops talking? "It will be easy, isn't one of the principal tracks so..."
"Why not? It's fantastic to me!" Defended, what the hell is he saying?
"You know that don't need to defend me of him don't you, Princess?" Whispered loud enough to the other to notice.
"Exactly, Princess" His sarcastic tone is boring him too at this point.
"What's the part of stop calling him this way you didn't get?" The older practically yells this time.
"Why are you so upset tonight?" Laughed like nothing was happening.
"Why? Maybe because you're looking at him like he is a meat piece in a butcher shop!"
"Oh for sure I'm not..." This one was a stupid choice of words, and he needs to agree.
"You understood the fucking metaphor!" Yelled, it's turning into a real discussion.
"Yes, George, I did" Said winking and leaving.
"You saw that? You saw the way he watched you while you were playing? Saw the winky?" Asked shocked and mad at the same time.
"Yes, baby, I saw..." Responded passing the hands through the soft and dark hair of the other "I just didn't care"
"What? You don't care about that look? Really?" Questioned as it was a crime.
"No, because I'm your Princess, dear, not his..." Said touching their noses "And I don't want to be"
"I love you, more than you think I do..." Mumbled, quickly taking his lips, this is the good point of having a big room like this, no one noticed...
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
In heaven- Rock one-shots
Non-FictionAlgumas histórias aleatórias que voam em minha mente de madrugada. Não sou uma escritora incrível, não sou fluente em inglês, mas estou me esforçando para fazer isto não acabar como lixo. Pedidos abertos :)