The Love You Make

Yesterday

August 18th, 1960
The sounds inside the cinema preceded the shuffling of feet as the boys were abruptly awoken for the day.
"Try the ladies room it's cleaner!" George shouted at the band entering the cinema washroom.
Food was a problem, as the cinema had no cooking area, nor did the band have any money for food. As a result they relied on the graciousness of Mr. Hawk of the British Sailor's Society providing them with breakfast. They lived like this their entire trip to Hamburg, all 40 times that they were contracted to perform. It was later though that their carelessness caught up with them. George had been deported.
It had something to do with him being under 18 and playing at bars but was nonetheless a surprise to the group. Poor George was sent home right after the Beatles were invited to perform at a new club. Due to this news, Paul and Pete headed back to the cinema room to pack. It was horribly dark in there so they settled for lighting a rag on fire to brighten up the room.
"Oi Paul! Shouldn't we put this out before we leave."

"It's fine. You seen how damp this room is? The humidity will take care of it."

And it did. What it didn't take care of however, was the burn mark on the wall which led the venue owner that lent the place to them to believe that they tried to set it on fire. Which is how Paul and Pete ended up in jail.
"You're in WHAT?!"

"Jail, John. We're in jail."

"For arson!?"

"Correct, John"

"Paul..how d-"

"Listen, this is taking awhile and you were my one phone call so if it wouldn't be too much trouble could you come over here and get us."

"Wait. You've been there all night?"

"Yes John. Please come"

"Right. I'm on my way."
He called a taxi and had it go to the station. At least the driver spoke English. Once John arrived he stood outside for a minute. He was nervous. Why? It was unclear to him but just seeing Paul burst out in laughter when he had gone inside let his thoughts lighten. The reality of spending the night in jail was the best joke Paul had ever heard. While at the station, John also had the pleasurable surprise of finding out that they too, were being deported.
The train ride back was a dreary one. It had started to rain but Stu and Pete found it to be just the thing to coax them to sleep.
Paul tried to rest but couldn't. He had too much on his mind. John noticed this and moved next to him in the train car.
"What are you thinking about?"

"Hm? Oh I don't know, I guess I'm just disappointed we had to leave so abruptly. It would've been nice to stay a little longer."

"I agree. You never know though, I think it'll be nice to be back home."

"Sure, I just feel like we could've done more while we were there. The city was a stark contrast from Liverpool. A whole different kind of people watched us perform."

"I know but don't let stuff like that keep you up. You should get some sleep we're gonna be here awhile." John said placing his hand on Paul's leg.

Looking at him for a moment and then around the train car, Paul shifted closer and rested his head on his shoulder.
"Alright" he whispered.