Wednesday morning at 5 O'clock

Chapter 8

March 16th 1967

It had been well over a month since Michelle had been hanging round the band, and a lot of things had gone wrong.

Paul, John and Richard had gotten so frustrated that they decided to work in the album themselves. This however didn't turn out as well as they thought, as they needed that extra touch; the George touch. By now, they had around half the album complete and record on the master tapes. These were safely guard by John at all times.

George had completely fallen in love with Michelle and was spending more and more time with her than his wife. Pattie had grown frustrated and suspicious of the whole act so she decided to ask Richard about it. He on the other hand, didn't speak of a word which caused Pattie to leave in a stop.

Michelle and George were huddled up in the corner of the room, mumbling various words to each other as the rest of the band watched in disgust.

"Hello boys" Brian said as him and George Martin walked into the studio. They sat down and waited for the Beatles to sit down also.

"She can't sit here" John said as Michelle tried sitting down. Michelle rolled her eyes and made her way towards the recording booth and say there; her eyes glaring as if she was plotting each Beatles death.

Brian cleared his throat before speaking slowly and softly.

"Have you boys almost finished the album?" He asked . John nodded.

"We're half way through the album eppy. It's going great and we've all participated too...well almost all of us" John said glaring at George who simply blushed.

"We'll can we hear what you guys have got so far? They need to be good " George Martin said as the Beatles stood up and went to their instruments.

...

Brian and George Martin had left shortly after the Beatles had shown them what they've got so far. They were impressed; very impressed and this made the boys very happy.

George had gone back to Michelle after the recording before a deciding to go and get a bite to eat. This left John, Paul and Richard in the studio to eat away the instruments and dirty tea cups.

As Paul was tidying away, he had noticed the master tapes were not in their usual place-On too if the main recording cabinet. He looked around a little bit, checking every nook and cranny but still nothing.

"Aye John, where are the master tapes?" Paul asked as John walked over to him.

"They're right over...here" John said confused. He was sure that he had left them there when Brian and George Martin came in. Nobody had come up here besides John and- and Michelle. John frowned and furiously threw the books and paper that covered the spot. Richard ran over to make sure he was okay.

"What's the matter John?" Richard ask as John walked around;his blood pumping viciously through his veins.

"That bloody whore. She's taken the tapes!" Paul smirked and shook his head.

"As much as you and I don't like the girl, John. Don't you think you're being rather sudden? Maybe you've misplaced them." Paul said, only to receive a hard glare.

"Well besides me and you Paul she's the only one who came up here" Paul was silent, leaving Richard to reply instead.

"Maybe we should go and ask George. Maybe check and stuff" John nodded and headed towards the door.

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"I'm telling you John, she didn't take anything. Just because you don't like her doesn't mean you've got to assume that it was her. You with your blind eyes probably misplaced it" George said sternly whilst Michelle sat with a smirk on her face.

John felt his blood boil once again. He was adamant that Michelle had taken them, he just knew it.

"I'm warning you George, if she's taken them then there is going to be serious trouble"