Till There Was You (George Harrison Story)

Chapter 40

It's been a couple of days, and we talked with George's lawyers about the lawsuit. George now has to appear in court, and he wasn't exactly happy. "I'm going to be there with you. Don't worry." I said, and I fixed his clothing and brushed some of his hair behind his ear. I fixed my clothes over my bump and he fidgeted with his hands. I grabbed his hands and looked at him. "I love you, Geo. I'll be there with you. Now come on."

I kissed his forehead and took his hands. "Come on. Let's go." I helped him up and walked with him to the car. We had a chauffeur take us to the courthouse instead of driving because we knew there were going to be paparazzi there. Once he pulled up in front of the house, we got into the car and were taken to the courthouse. He brought his guitar to show the judge how he wrote the song, hoping the judge would understand.

Now when we got there, as we predicted, we were greeted by paparazzi. We ignored them and went straight into the courthouse. Now I'm going to try and explain everything to the best of my ability, since I'm not really familiar with court stuff. The day went by pretty slow, and he obviously plead not guilty of plagiarism. He then showed everyone how her wrote the song and everything. In the end, the jury and judge basically voted that he would have to share the royalties of the song with Bright Tunes, The label that released the song that they thought George plagiarized. In the end, they found him guilty and he had to pay  $1,599,987. I don't even think most of you read that number

When we got home, George went to his studio and sat in front of the mixing desk. He was so stressed. I sat next to him and placed my head on his shoulder. "I barely even made any money off of the album." He looked at an empty piece of paper and held a pencil in his hand. "I don't even know if I want to write another song for a while."

Hearing him talk like that made my heart break. This whole situation shook his confidence in his writing skills.

"You're an amazing songwriter. And anyone would agree with me. You can't let this get to you." The doorbell interrupted my speech, so I went to go answer it. "Hey Ringo!" I hugged him when I saw him. " 'Ello, Bri! How are ye?" "I'm doing okay, but George could use some cheering up." I sighed and Ringo looked down. "Yeah, I 'eard. I came over to check up on 'im." I took Ringo to the studio, and George turned and looked at Ringo. "Hey Ritchie!" He stood up and hugged his good friend. They hugged each other tightly. "Hey George! How are ye? I 'eard about everythin'. It's a shame." They sat down at the mixing desk and they began to talk, so I decided to let them have some time to themselves.

After a while, I decided to bring them some food since it had been a while, and when I walked into the room, they were laughing and having a good time, which I enjoyed seeing. "I brought some food!" I placed it on a table in the studio and Ringo licked his lips. "Yer a doll!" They both dived right into the food, and I left them alone again. I then heard a guitar playing, so I quietly made my way to the studio and leaned against the door frame.

"You don't realize how much I need you
Love you all the time
And never leave you
Please come on back to me
I'm lonely as can be
I need you "

George strummed his guitar and sang while Ringo sang along. Whatever Ringo talked to him about really got George's spirits up again. He looked away from Ringo and looked at me with a smile. "Come 'ere." I walked over to him and he placed his guitar down and placed me on his lap.

"Ringo was just telling me about a man who was addicted to drugs and 'eard me song, and decided to reach out for 'elp." I was impressed, and Ringo smiled. "That's why I wrote the song. That story means way more to me than that petty lawsuit with greedy people trying to get their hands on me money." I agreed with him. He was absolutely right. He just wanted to help people and spread peace and happiness, and some greedy people wanted to use that as a way to take his money. But I'm glad he didn't seem to care anymore.

Ringo and George began to talk about maybe collaborating on future projects, which I thought was an amazing idea. "Well, I should be going before me wife has my butt on a platter." He stood up and hugged us both. "Thanks for coming, Ringo!" I said, as he exited the room and I looked at George. "I'm glad to see that you're doing better." He smiled and he leaned over and kissed me, pushing me softly until my back hit the mixing desk. "Thank ye for supporting me." He said softly and I wrapped my arms around his neck, even though the space between us was wider than usual because of my bump.

"Ah don't thank me, it's my pleasure! I love supporting you when you need it." He kissed my neck softly and I smiled. "Follow me." I took his hand and led him to the babies room, which was yet to be fixed up, and I sat in a rocking chair we got. "We are almost there. Just a few more months before our baby is here." I rubbed my bump and he kissed it. He grabbed a children's book from the shelf in the room and opened it as he began to read to my bump.