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Chapter Sixty-Eight: Everly-Loving Macca

April 11, 1962

"You're sick?" Brian asked into the phone from out in the hallway. I was throwing in the last few things I knew I'd need in Hamburg at six o'clock in the morning. We were to leave today.

I zipped up my suitcase and grabbed my backpack with all my notebooks, pens, my camera, and blanket in it, and left the room, peering down at Brian skeptically.

Over the past three months, the Beatles lives had flipped drastically. They'd been back and forth to London about a hundred times and played to about twenty new crowds. They'd auditioned and played for the BBC in addition to getting this next trip to Hamburg finalized.

We'd been in Liverpool for about a total of three weeks spanning that time.

"Okay, well—," he said, not noticing me. I shrugged lightly and lugged the bags down the stairs and unceremoniously plopped them by the door, going into the kitchen to find something to eat.

I heard Brian hang up the phone as I poured a bowl of cereal. "Change of plans," he said, sitting down at the table. "George will have to leave tomorrow or the day after. Apparently he's been ill." He sighed. "I'll stay back and go with him. You can go with the others or wait back."

"Uh—." My sentence was cut off by a knock at the door. "Who's going to drive us down there?"

"Well," said Brian, getting up to let John in. "Neil was scheduled to take them down there anyways, so he'll do it. I'll just take George myself."

"Ah," I said, sitting at the table and pulling my legs to my chest. "Okay."

"Morning, comrades," John said dramatically, entering the room.

I smiled at him. "Morning, John."

"Too early?" he asked. I nodded jokingly.

"So, John," said Brian, breaking off into the story he had just recited to me.

"Ah," said John when he finished. "That sounds...like it'll work, I wager."

"Gotta make the best of a bad situation, yeah?" asked Brian and John nodded.

"I suspect Donna wants to go today, seen as how she hasn't gone back upstairs to bed."

"Hm?" I asked at the mention of my name.

John sat at the table from across from me. "Ye comin' today, love?" He asked, spacing each word out sarcastically, as if explaining it to a child.

"Oh," I said. "Yes, that's what I've decided."

John nodded. "Lovely then," he said.

"You'll need to head out soon," said Brian, leaning against the counter. "I'll drive you to NEMS and Neil'll meet us there."

I nodded, shoveling my last bite of cereal in my mouth.

After we'd made it outside and put all of our stuff in Brian's trunk,  waiting for Brian to come back out, we turned to see Mimi hustling towards us, a little case in her outstretched hand. "John Winston Lennon," she said. "You forgot your glasses."