Behind That Locked Door

I'm So Glad You Came Here (Won't Be The Same Now)

The fire escape is old and a little rickety, but George swears that it's perfectly fine.

"I came out here by accident when a couple of fans caught me in the hotel," He tells you, offering you a cigarette. "It's nice, quiet."

You hum, popping the end of the cigarette in your mouth. Everything you had witnessed with Lori still has you reeling, but the cool air seems to ease you a bit.

You need to talk about it with her soon, you decide. But for now, you turn your attention to George.

"It must be thrilling, though." You say, leaning forward so he can light it for you.

He scoffs.

"It was at first."

You furrow your brow, exhaling the smoke slowly.

"What do you mean?"

George sighs, leaning back on his hands as he looks up towards the sky. The two of you sit with your feet dangling from the platform, high above the rest of the city.

"It was flattering at first, y'know, all these girls chasing after us." He says. "But after awhile, all the screaming gets annoying. I don't think they even hear us when we play."

You tilt your head, getting a good look at him.

You always thought he was attractive from the photos you'd seen, and his demeanor in interviews made you feel giddy, like a school girl with a crush. You could understand why thousands of girls screamed and lost their minds over him, but thousands of girls don't get to see the side of George you're seeing now.

"You like being famous, though, don't you?"

George looks at you.

"I like being able to play with me mates. I like the traveling and the money, but I could do without all the screaming."

You hum, biting your lip.

"But at least you have a sort of road set for you, like a pathway to create. That's got to be nice, right?"

George looks contemplative for a moment.

"That's true. I mean, I'd have figured out how to do it somehow. All I've ever really wanted to do was play, you know. I can't picture myself being an electrician, or something."

Suddenly an image of George Harrison poorly changing a light-bulb pops into your mind, and you can't help the laugh that escapes you.

He turns to you, his smile all teeth as he watches you.

"What?" He asks through his own laughter.

You cover your mouth with your hand.

"You're right, you'd make a terrible electrician!"

George scoffs, giving you a playful shove.

"You haven't even seen my electrical skills, how would you know?"

You both laugh, and you roll your eyes a little at the ridiculousness of the statement.

It feels natural with George, comfortable in a way you weren't expecting. In all honesty, you were afraid the boys would be cocky, big-headed. It's a relief to see that they're just normal guys, people you could see yourself becoming friends with. 

You let the following silence hang between you for awhile, letting the smoke from your cigarette waft up towards the stars.

It's chilly, the sleeves of your dress doing very little to ward off the cold. You rub your arms, hunching in on yourself.