February 17th 1968
Amelia awoke early one morning. She was alone in her home whilst Paul was back at his after spending a few days sorting through his various household items and preparing for the move. Frankly, she was bored of sorting through her things and sat up in bed. She gazed at her watch on the bedside table that read 8:02. It was early, but not majorly.
Suddenly, an idea popped into her head about how she could occupy herself that morning whilst also being productive. She quickly dressed herself and ate a small breakfast before heading to Abbey Road Studios.
She walked up to the desk, wondering if anyone would actually be in the building at that hour. She waited a few minutes before the receptionist arrived.
"You're here early" she said clocking in for her shift.
"I know, I do apologise. Is the studio booked out for today?" Amelia asked.
The receptionist checked the rota, "Not until midday".
"Perfect, I'll only be a little while" she informed her.
"Be my guest, would you like a tea or a coffee?" the receptionist asked politely.
"I'm ok, thank you" Amelia replied.
Swiftly, she made her way into the studio. The atmosphere was completely different when the room was vacated. It was very quiet and oddly peaceful - completely juxtaposing the chaotic mood that was so prevalent every time she worked there. Although, there was a sense of comfort about the place which the other Beatle girls didn't quite understand due to the sheer amount of time she spent working with the boys at their request.
She hung up her coat and scarf on the hooks before entering the recording space. She was surrounded by an array of instruments that were placed in their rightful positions. It wasn't so crowded with objects this time as they hadn't been in the studio for some months.
She took a seat at the grand piano which was unusual for her. She played more guitar than piano and it was only recently that she had grown a strong interest in the instrument. She blamed Paul's influence for this, wondering how one could hear his playing without wanting to simply jump up next to him and brush the keys. A small, springy melody set place in her humming. She felt inspired as soon as she started, playing a circle of chords in the key of D major - fitting her natural vocal range. She had no idea if the notes she was playing were legitimate chords but still, the sound was pleasant. She started to smile at the melody she was humming, almost in a comical way. The sound was funny to her and she thought of some words that could fit.
"Hold your head up, you silly girl"
She laughed to herself, wondering what on earth she was singing about.
"I'm a silly girl" she muttered to herself.
She played some more and left some space. "Look what you've done," she continued singing at a low volume.
"When you find yourself in the thick of it,
Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you.
Silly girl"
She kept giggling at herself still confused as to what she was singing about, but she was enjoying herself nonetheless.
"Take a good look around you"
The tone suddenly shifted and she picked up the pace a little, stabbing the keys with her fingers.
"Take a good look you're bound to see
That you and me were meant to be
With each other
Silly girl"
She paused, now not knowing where to go next. She wished she could ring up Paul for advice but he was most likely still asleep. She went back to the first set of words she had formed and played over them again and again, forming a proper melody and chord progression. She sighed stopping once more, not knowing what she was doing with herself.
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