I woke up the next morning face down on the floor. Ringo was already up.

"We're going out for breakfast then straight to the studio so if you want to eat you'll come" Paul came in carrying his bass. Ringo groans but stands up.

"Oh, rough night 'eh Ring?" Paul says looking at me on the floor.

I giggle and Ringo glares.

I end up, after a long battle, having to wear Ringo's clothes because Pauls were too big and George's pants were too long. Ringo's really were too but not if I rolled up the legs.

Later in the studio.....

"Ok One...Two...Three" John starts playing the harmonica for I should've known better. Then they all stop all heads turn toward me and I realize I've been singing.

"Oh, sorry" I say embarassed. George Martin comes in over the loud speakers "If you're going to sing come up here with me. Otherwise behave!"

"Hey lay off her!" John yelled back.

George (Harrison) walks out and instantly everything falls apart.

"I'm sorry!" I yell but no one hears me. I decide to go outside with George. I find George outside smoking.

"Hey, I'm sorry I ruin everything" I say.

"It's ok," George says and puts his arm around me.

"I'd probably be the same way" he says.

"Really?" I say looking up at him.

"Sure, besides George Martin is just like that. He has good days and bad. Just like everybody else" he says throwing the cigarette on the ground.

"So, come on. They're probably waiting for us" he says leading me back in. Inside we find John and Ringo at each others throats.

"What are they goin' on about then?" George said to Paul.

"Ringo wouldn't give John a cigarette so John got mad and hit him. Then Ringo tried to hit him with a drumstick. Then this..."

Paul trails off waving his hand at them.

"Alright" I say getting up trying to take the pack away. John grabs them before me "John give me the cigarettes" I say holding out my hand.

"Never!" John says jumping onto a nearby piano bench. I pick up John's guitar almost knocked over by the weight and lift it over my head.

"I'll do it" I say threatining to break it.

"You wouldn't" John said narrowing his eyes. I lift the guitar up higher.

"Alright! Here here" John says thrusting the pack at me.

I count them "One.....six.....ten. Ten?" I say looking at Ringo.

"Here" I say dividing them into two piles. "Ringo gets five John gets four and Paul gets one" I say tossing one to Paul.

"What for?" George asks.

"Because it's harder to watch a fight than to be in one" I say. They look at each other for a while I think they're mad. Then they start to laugh. The rest of practice goes on with no harm done.

On to Chapter 5

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