Changes

Chapter Twenty Five - Revolver

     About 2 months later, The Beatles had decided to start writing and recording a new album, which would end up being one of their bests, Revolver.

     "And in her eyes, you see nothing. No sign of love behind the tears. Cried for no one. A love that should have lasted years" Paul sang slowly out loud as he wrote.

     "Did you think about that beforehand?" John asked. "You're writing faster than usual." He pointed out.

     "Yes, but I was in too much pain to actually write it out so I just kept the song in the back of my mind." Paul answered. He's such a genius. To be able to remember songs that quickly and not writing it down right away so you don't forget is incredible and inspiring! No wonder he's one of the best musicians. In my time, he holds an unbreakable record of being the most successful musician and composer of all time. If Paul were to know that now, he would be flabbergasted! I've always been grateful that I've had the opportunity to witness this before my eyes, off of a computer screen and in real life. I can actually interact with them too which still shocks me sometimes, if I'm being honest.

     Later, John and George were writing some of their well-known songs for the album such as I'm Only Sleeping and Taxman, which would be number 3 and 1 on the album. For No One, the song Paul had been working on before moving onto Elanor Rigby was going to be number 10. Elanor Rigby was placed as 2. We found it sweet how this song was solely inspired by a friend they kept in touch with from the filming of Help!, Elanor Bron. Although it was just the name, it still meant something personal to us. Ringo had no idea what to write, so he just worked on potential drum beats for any of the songs. Although, his favourite was Yellow Submarine because even though John had written it, he gave the vocals for Ringo to do because this was a children's song and seemed appropriate for Ringo to sing. Ringo's voice, compared to John, was more suitable because with Ringo's enthusiasm and personality brought into the song, it makes the song enjoyable for a younger audience, which was the target of this track. This song was put as number 6 on the album.

     The boys sang a few demos and tracks to continue on later, and they all seemed satisfied for the most part. John wasn't too proud of I'm Only Sleeping for some reason, but we convinced him to keep it because it was honestly really good. Suddenly, Brian came in and said he received a letter addressed to The Beatles and Misses. That meant the boys, me, Maureen, and who knows about Pattie and Linda. These sort of things made me wonder if George and Paul were single, or considered dating. George never said whether he was broken up with Pattie, and if Paul was dating Linda yet officially.

     "George, are you and Pattie still together?" I asked, boldly.

     "No, we decided that things would be best if we were out of each other's lives." He explained, now looking down at his shoes.

     "I'm sorry. Are you okay?" I went over to him, and put my hand on his back, comforting him.

     "Yeah, I'm alright. I was planning on telling you all at the end of the day, but you beat me to it I guess." George chuckled. I'm assuming it happened recently, then.

     "Sorry, mate. We're here for you if you need anything." Ringo chimed in.

     "Yeah, Georgie. You don't need Pattie." John said.

     "You can have my tea and biscuits. I didn't touch them." Paul offered.

     "Thank you, Paul." George said, accepting it as Paul went to go get himself another biscuit and cup of tea.

     "Anyone else want any?" He cried out from the snack/beverage stand.

     "I'll just have some water, thanks." I said, still rubbing George's back.

     "Anyway, how are things with Linda?" George said, shifting the attention from him.

     "Yeah, things are great, thanks! I might ask her to be my girlfriend soon! Maybe at whatever this event is that we got invited to. She can be my plus-one!" Paul replied, dreamily. You could really tell he was in love with the woman. I'm happy for him, but a little surprised at the same time that he could just move on that fast from someone whom he thought he'd spent the rest of his life with. "A love that should've lasted years", he said in his song. Yet now it didn't seem like he was feeling that heartbreak. Good for him, I guess.

     Brian gave the letter to John to open, and he read it aloud.

     "Dearest John, James, George, and Richard,"

     "Who's James?" Paul asked, interrupting John's reading.

     "You, dumbarse!" John laughed.

     "Wow, they seem to be very formal." Paul replied. "No one except my mother ever called me that. Not even Dad does. Not anymore, at least. I shouldn't have told the public that my first name is James." He ran on. We all just nodded at him, not knowing what to say and then looked at John, waiting for him to keep reading.

     "We would be honoured if you would come to our annual art show at Indica Gallery in London. You would be given free VIP passes and exclusive conversations with our top artists of this year! This is a yearly event where the top ranked artists of the year gather to show off their work to the rich and famous, with auctions and bids among the guests. There is also a musical opening before the official time of the auctions begin, and we would be honoured if you would perform a song to get the people excited!

     We hope to see you on November 9th, 1966.

     Our greatest pleasure and sincerity,

     John Dunbar, Peter Asher, and Barry Miles of Indica Gallery, London, England."

     "Peter? Does he still think me and Jane are together?" Paul asked, frantically.

     "Probably not. You know how close he is with Jane. And we're still friends with him, aren't we?" Maureen answered. She had just arrived in the studio. She was late due to an appointment. Just in time.

     "Hello, darling!" Ringo went over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "How was the appointment?" He asked.

     "Fine, thanks. What's that letter?" She asked.

     "It's from the Indica Gallery. They want us to perform and look at artwork on November 9th."

     "Oh, is that why you were asking about Peter, Paul? He's a co-owner, isn't he?" Maureen turned to Paul.

     "Yeah."

     "I wouldn't worry about it to be honest. He's not the type of guy who'd have the balls to invite someone he hates to something important to him. I'm sure he still sees you as a good friend. Maybe you can talk to him and see what he's thinking on the day?" Maureen suggested, smartly.

     "Good idea, thank you."

     "So, we're going?" John asked everyone.

     "Yes," We all said.

     "Do I need a date?" George asked.

     "No, you'll be okay. Maybe you'll meet someone there!" I said.

     "Maybe."

     We then went back to what we were doing as John began to write a reply to send off back to the gallery. I began to plan what I was going to wear ... a black dress, a red dress, a purple shirt and dress pants ... we'll see.