Wednesday morning at 5 O'clock

Chapter 5

Many hours later and many many LSD engulfing, the four Beatles led in a circle in the centre of studio two. Paul giggled away silently as John squinted his eyes at the 'harsh' lights. Richard hummed a song silently whilst George smiled a wide grin. Each of them were in their own worlds.

"Hey lads!" Richard said jumping up giggling. "I've got an amazing ideas for a song. Quick get me on those drums!" Richard hobbled to his drum set as the three remaining Beatles  stood up and huddled round him.

What would say if I sang out of tune would you stand up and walk out on me. Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song and I'll try not to sing out of key.
Oh i get by with a little help from my friends. Mm I get high with a little help from my friends. Mm gonna try with a little help from my friends....

As Richard finished his song, the other Beatles stood in amazement.

"Get me paper! I must write this down!" Paul yelled, scurrying about for paper and a pen. Richard blushed;feeling happy.

When Paul came back with a handful of paper and a pen, he quickly sat down I front of Richard and grinned.

"Show me what you got ringo!"

...

George and Richard had eventually gone home after they all chipped into finish Richards song. John and Paul were the only ones left in the studio and that led to another song being developed: for the benefit of Mr kite.

"For fucks John! It's not going to work!" Paul yell, taking large intake of his cigarette. John ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

"Have you got a better idea Paul?" John scowled. Paul smiled and plopped himself next to John on the piano.

"If you want it to be different from all the other songs we've written, then we need to change up the instruments used." Paul stopped and placed his fingers on the bridge of his nose. "How about an organ or some other type of piano. A piano that isn't like this" Paul gestures towards the grande piano.

John thought for a couple seconds before smiling.

"That could just work"

Paul smiled and soon him and John began work on the new song.

...

George tossed and turned all night. His mind raced with thoughts of Michelle. Pattie snored softly next to him and he knew, he knew that he should not be thinking about her but instead thinking about his beautiful wife, but he couldn't help himself. There was something about Michelle that made George feel different.

George sat up in bed quietly and got out. The hard wooden floor was cold towards his bare feet as he picked up his clothes and silently got dressed. Making his way downstairs;George slipped on his shoes. He then went out the door and made his way to the hotel Michelle was staying at.

As George made his way towards the hotel;thoughts of Michelle popped into his head. "What if she's not there any more?" George said out loud. He mentally scowled himself before thinking again.

What if Pattie awoke when George did and was following him here? George quickly looked around. Nothing. He then thought about what happens if him and Michelle became friends. Would he want more then that?

As he neared the hotel entrance, George began to regret his decision. Maybe I should turn back George thought but went against his former thought and instead, pondered on through to the hotel. He went up to the hotel front desk.

"Um I'm looking for a Michelle? She booked in here around two nights ago" the hotel lady sighed and looked through her logbooks.

"The only Michelle is in room 204" she held a thick New York accent meaning so was an immigrant from America.

"Thank you" Georged breathed and headed towards the lift.

George shook with neves as the continuous ding of the lift went off as he passed each floor. As the last ding echoed though George's ears; he knew there was no turning back. He swiftly stepped out the lift and scanned the hallway for room 204.

Finding it, he walked up and took and deep breath before knocking.