Carry On (A Beatles Fanfiction)

Chapter Six

Chapter Six:
Well after that the rest of the day was pretty uneventful. The lads went back to the flat with me in tow then went out for the evening. I was invited to come along, but I knew they would be clubbing and probably getting drunk and such so I opted to stay in. Paul tried to make sure I'd be occupied but I assured him I was fine. After they left and the place was quiet, I paced around the flat, figuring now was a perfect time to explore. I wasn't the prying type at all but I couldn't resist just a quick peek into their separate rooms. George and Ringo's room was pretty simple just two beds on either side of the room and dressers. Paul's room was the most articulate living space I'd ever seen in my entire life. Everything in its place and all that. Then was John's room. I almost didn't go in just because I wasn't sure what I'd find. I don't think anyone knew the real John Lennon and well, a lot could be told from the upkeep of ones bedroom. Like for instance mine would tell you immediately that I was a busy student with a passion for a band who's been broken up forty some odd years. Deciding to risk it all, I pushed open his door but it was much the same to Paul's. Very neat and very meticulously organized, though he did have a guitar casually laying on the bed. My fingers suddenly ached to touch the guitar, as if it had been literal eons since I'd played.
"He'd kill you though." I thought. If John came home from his evening out to see me in his room playing his instrument I'm sure the slight step forward in our friendship thus far would be eradicated. So I just decided to give up on my snooping expedition and sit down at the piano instead. My fingers danced over the keys on hesitation as I racked my brain as to what I should play. I knew more guitar than piano but Sienna had taught me a few things. Mostly Beatles songs or just solo John Lennon and Paul McCartney songs.
"Well I can't play those here..." I began to think. But then again....they weren't here. I could play whatever I wanted! My fingers struck up the first chord of one of my favourite songs Let it Be.
When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be
My voice rang out clearly over the piano chords.
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be

Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be

Singing this song made me think of my mum and how far away from me she was then. She wasn't even born! And I got thinking of the argument again and what had happened.

And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer, let it be
For though they may be parted
There still is a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be.

Should I have let things be with the truth of my heritage? To me it still felt like my parents' fault. They wanted to protect me from a life I should have had for reasons not grounded. I'd understand if John had been like a wanted criminal or had beaten dad at a very young age before passing away, but I knew that wasn't the case. Sure he had his share of mistakes in his life but didn't everyone?

Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Yeah there will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

My fingers flew over the ivory keys and I could feel the music flowing through my veins. I couldn't think about my parents anymore. It would only bring me farther down.
"Just let it go. There's not a thing you can do about it right now." I thought.

Let it be, let it be
Ah Let it be, yeah let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be

And when the night is cloudy
There is still a light that shines on me
Shine until tomorrow
Let it be
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be