Tell Me What You See

With A Little Help From My Friends

The session went well as the band put their instruments away. The large room suddenly looked larger, as they cleared their things. John walked up to George, who was putting on his coat.

"You ready to go to the pub then?" John looked at him, pushing his new round specs up onto his nose.

"I think I should go home. I was a bit curt with Pattie before I came in here and I want to straighten things out. Another time?" George begged off.

"I knew you wouldn't go out with us. C'mon Harri , just a drink or two. We're all worried bout you," John pushed the reluctant guitarist.

"No John, I really must do this. I appreciate the worry, but there's no need. I promise another time," With that he grabbed his things and quickly exited the studio before the other two could start on him and he would change his mind.

He wanted to call Ravi and talk about these dreams he was having. He thought if anyone would know, it would be him. He didn't want to get into it with the others, not just yet, not until he knew what was up with the whole thing.

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Paul and Ringo came over to John, puzzled looks etched in their faces.

"He's not going then?" Paul asked with surprise.

"Naw, got into it with the wife before he came in and wants to get things squared away."

"I had a feeling he wouldn't go. Something is wrong, very wrong with him. Did you see the dark circles under his eyes and how quiet he's been lately?" Ringo inquired of the others.

"Yeah, he seemed a bit off with me before we started. Matter of fact he kept his distance from me the whole session. Do you think I did something?" Paul mused.

"No Paul , you didn't do anything that I can see. He's been like that with all of us lately." Ringo shared.

They all stood there huddled together by the door. The intercom boomed, making them jump.

"You lads going home?" Brian's voice echoed through the studio.

"A, Yeah , I mean no Eppy , we're still going out ," Paul looked to the other two, seeing if they still were.

"I'm game. I could use a few pints. Eppy you can join us if you're not busy with one of your male friends that is." John smiled up at Brian and saw the manager blush.

"John, please, I will have to go, another time perhaps. I thank you for asking." Brian didn't want to hear any comments from John, especially since he did have a date. John was always able to get it out of him and he hated that. Hated feeling different and hated the fact that after all these years he was still attracted to John, and John knew it. Sometimes, he'd use it to his advantage and Brian just wanted to get to his companion.

"I knew you had a night of sinful sex planned," John waved his fingers at the man in the window, shoulders shrugged and tried to smile innocently, though you could tell there was something behind that Lennon smile.

"Oh, C'mon lads let's go. I'm feeling a bit thirsty and very randy tonight." John grabbed his coat. He was ready for a few drinks, some weed and a pretty bird to put out his fire.

The other two laughed as they grabbed their coats and watched Brian leave the control room with embarrassment written all over his face.

"You're always randy son, I don't know who is worse you or Paul." Ringo laughed as they left for their night out.

George unlocked the door to his house and quietly crept in. He saw Pattie asleep on the couch; he knew she was waiting to talk with him. He felt relieved when he saw her sleep, and snuck into the music room. He wanted to call Ravi before it got to late, and then he'd wake a sleeping Pattie for their talk.