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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 20, 1965

This cycle was better than the last. Maybe it was because Alexandria had been keeping herself busy. During their trip to Liverpool, George had somehow convinced Alexandria to accompany him and the rest of the band to the Bahamas as they began filming their second film, entitled Help!.

Though a trip to the bloody Bahamas might sound appealing, Alexandria was always a bit wary of accompanying George on trips that he took for work. She loved the idea of going to the Bahamas with George—especially after they had gone back in December and loved it—but was it worth it if they wouldn't really get to spend any time together? She didn't want to wander around alone the whole time; she didn't want to end up moping around their movie set all day, watching them redo the same scenes over and over again; and she sure as hell didn't want to end up stuck in the hotel room all day. George, however, swore that he'd chop out some time to spend just with her. He promised that she wouldn't get bored, and he promised that she wouldn't regret it.

And finally, she was convinced enough to tag along. She'd spent the past week cleaning Kinfauns from top to bottom (with the help of her pain medication), and today was George's last day in the studio before they left for the Bahamas on the twenty-second. Tomorrow, she figured, they could rest, lounge around the house together and with the cats. They didn't get much of that anymore—rest.

Alexandria folded George's clothes carefully because she knew how picky he was about them, and then she stored them in his suitcase. It still amazed her that practically everything he owned with expensive. Even after all this time, she couldn't believe that he had made something of himself. He was bloody rich, and she was proud of him. He deserved every bit of cash that came his way and every single excuse that he got to travel to somewhere as amazing as the Bahamas. She was glad that she got to be the one to experience all these new things with.

Alexandria put the last of George's necessities in a pouch on the top of his suitcase and after she had zipped the compartment up, she sealed the case. She had finished her bag just before lunch, and now that she was sure that she hadn't forgotten anything of George's. She could go and start dinner in hopes that George would make it back soon. She stirred a pot of chilli rather unceremoniously. The transistor radio at her side played some old blues songs from the forties, fifties, and a few from recent years.

The blues was her favorite kind of music—especially the blues from back in the twenties and thirties. She had collected many singles of old blues numbers from the likes of Robert Johnson and Ma Rainey. George preferred the origins of rock and roll, though, so that was one of the only areas where the two differed. They could both appreciate the other's side, though. George agreed that there would be no rock and roll without Alexandria's favorite type of music, and Alexandria admitted that Chuck Berry wasn't the worst artist out there—even if all of his bloody songs sounded the same.