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| December 5th, 1964 |

9:00 am

It was a Saturday and the boys were busy working in the studio. John apparently stayed up late the night before and got drunk, seeing as how he was more irritable than usual. George and Ringo were leaning up against the wall next to the staircase that leads up to the control room. John and Paul were working on perfecting the lyrics to their song 'Ticket to Ride', so they sat in a circle with a notepad being passed back and forth.

Charlotte approached the duo and sat on the floor next to John, who rolled his eyes and sneered at her.

She was dumbfounded by his blunt attitude, so she side-eyed Paul with one eyebrow raised. The bassist flashed her an apologetic look and stood up, offering her his seat. Charlotte thanked him and sat down on the stool, smiling at him appreciatively. Paul kneeled on the floor next to John and flipped to an open page on the notebook. He wrote down something (Charlotte couldn't tell because he was facing her) and showed her what he wrote.

'Sorry about John, he's hungover and has been mean to all of us, even me,'

Paul shot her another sympathetic expression before returning to the page he was previously on and talking to John about switching lyrics.

George appeared next to Charlotte and squatted to be face to face with her.

"Hey, love," He greeted, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hey," Charlotte holding his hand against her cheek.

"Fuck off with that shite, I'm right here!" John snapped, staring scrutinizingly with a scowl on his face.

"Why don't ya close yer bloody eyes then? It's not that hard," George retaliated, his attitude becoming bitter.

"What?" He jumped to his feet, causing the stool he was sitting to fall to the ground.

"Ya heard what I said,"

"Don't get cocky, Georgie," John neared George threateningly, who stood his ground and glared back at him.

"John—" Paul started, but was interrupted when John suddenly threw his fist at George.

George stumbled back slightly, but bounced back quickly, lifting his arm to punch John back. Ringo realized the situation and lunged forward, holding George back.

"Back off, John! She's mine!" He shouted, confusing Charlotte, Paul, and Ringo.

"Oh! So yer still mad about that? I told ya me answer!" John growled, glancing for a quick second at Charlotte, who wore a confused and concerned expression.

"What are you two going on about?" Paul released his grip on George and stepped between the two men.

"So John didn't tell ya?" George turned around to talk to the others in the room, his eyes were wide and his eyebrows were pointed downwards, the sight was pretty horrifying.

"Didn't tell us what?" Paul asked.

"Johnny boy over here, while Charlotte was sleepin'," He gestured to his girlfriend. "thought it was okay to go snoggin' her, actin' like she wasn't mine! So I confronted him about it, I asked him if he loved her, the next day he said no, but now I'm startin' to doubt what you said Lennon," George explained, his voice getting more and more harsh.