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Chapter Twenty Three - Group Meeting

     About half an hour later, everyone who was meant to show up was here; Ringo, Paul, George, Linda, and Brian. We all sat at the kitchen table, each of us having some tea, biscuits, and fruit. From where I was sitting, the order left to right was me, John, Brian, George, Paul, Linda, and Ringo.

     "Paul, why didn't you call me or George?" I asked him.

     "I didn't want to argue because I think this is all my fault." He confessed.

     "What did you do?"

     "I asked Linda for that picture. Had I not asked, then we wouldn't be here today." Paul explained, feeling guilty.

     "It's not your fault that that evil snob took the picture from me. If anything it's mine. I'm the one who let it slip away so easily. I don't know how, but yeah." Linda said, comforting him as she placed her hand on his back. Man, it was so obvious they were in love from the way they looked at each other. They didn't know it yet, but they were going to be the best couple in the world. Quite literally. They would be ranked #1 couple for anything you can think of that's positive; from cuteness to long-lasting.

     "Okay, so out of the rest of us, say "I" if you agree that Paul and Linda are innocent." I said to the table, excluding Paul and Linda. Everyone said "I", as suspected. "Great. Now George, tell us everything that happened from the moment you first saw the article." I told him, getting ready to take notes. He explained everything; how he was reading it, Pattie got upset at him, how he contacted his lawyer, then me, and then this moment now. "Okay ... write down the name of your lawyer and his contact information." George took the notepad from me and did as I said. "So who do you want to testify if needed?"

     "This is in order. You, Paul, and then Linda."

     "Sure, we can do that." I said, jotting it down on the notepad that I took back from George. "Tell us when you have a clear date and whatnot for the court session." George nodded at me, and then I turned my head to look at Linda. "Linda, can you please write down the name and contact information of Jill?" I asked, giving her the notepad and she did so.

     "If any of you plan on talking to her, just beware because she's got some nerve, no matter who you are. One time, she was interviewing Elvis, and he made a joke or something about her hair - like it wasn't even bad. It was more of a compliment than anything, and she completely raged at him, called him names and then proceeded to write him up as a narcissistic asshole." Linda warned us.

     "Does anybody know not to mess with The King? Goddamn, some people!" John yelled. When someone talks bad about Elvis, whom he is very passionate about, he gets extremely upset.

     "Calm down, John." Brian told him. "George, I have a question for you." He said, looking from John to George.

     "Yes?" He replied.

     "Why do I have to be here? This doesn't impact The Beatles' record making or anything. This is a you problem." Brian said, with a bit of sass.

     "Well you'd probably pester us with questions next time one of us were to see you in person." George shrugged. He wasn't wrong. Brian was the type to bottle up anger and worry, then lash out next time he saw the person rather than call.

     "Whatever."

     We talked some more about how it was going to go down in court, we wrote our speeches together and came up with any possible answer for any possible question asked by anyone.

     Soon after, everyone left, feeling confident about how they were going to present themselves in court, even though John, Ringo, and Brian had no role other than to sit and watch if they wanted to. Brian was still a little unsure if he was going to attend or not, not wanting to cause too much drama or more rumours by being there since this had nothing to do with him.

     "I like when you take control." John smirked at me, once everyone had surely left.

     "Do you, now?" I smirked back.

     "It's kinda sexy." He leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss. I then brought him over to the living room ...