𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓐 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓭 𝓐𝓷𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮
𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟖.
𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓐 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓭 𝓐𝓷𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮
𝙎𝘼𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎
George’s Notes
We were in India. Another place. Far from home. Enjoying meditation. Having fun.
This was my passion! In 1966. I brought the sitar and Julia loved it! Or John. Whatever. She used it in her “Norwegian Wood”. I always liked to talk about Ravi to them whenever I got the chance and all of them knew how much I liked Indian culture. So this getaway to our “ideological savior” seemed like a great way to relax ourselves. And for me, a great way to attract the writing pair’s attention! They always put Ringo and me down, even when they don’t necessarily mean it.
But the most important thing to me is that we all cleared our heads. Ritch left first. I felt sad, he and I hang out a lot, so the fact of him leaving first hit hard. Also, I understood why he did, he had bad allergies and the food here was upsetting for him.
The two that were left gave me a hard time, each in their own way. They talked to each other from time to time. Haven’t seen them talk normally for a while. Paul would be prissy and make stupid comments, while John was unbearlably fucking around with the idea of the religion. Paul was a bit too conservative for this so he left next. He tried out all the things this place had to offer, and I must say, maybe he explored this place the best. Linda was fine too… She is a nice gal. Like Cynthia, who I had the biggest crush on for a very long time. She fit in fine, and only seemed to care about two things; relaxing and John. John decided to stay however long I wanted to stay. Of course, we are quite similar, she was starry eyed too. Pattie and I had a lot of fun together, just hanging about and talking about the most basic stuff. It became a lot quieter since Paul left. John made some jokes but her-or his-or goddamn it, I’ve known this for six years and still can’t get it right! John’s attention was elsewhere.
What I didn’t expect was that Cynthia and Pattie became close and started to hang out on their own leaving us two behind. This was the chance to sell to John my idea for songs. Although, John looked more spaced out than usual. Offhanded comments here and there. Something about the sun, or nature, or the feel of the wind. John got poetic fast. And now, John and I are sitting here, on the beach. “Geo, do you really believe this small guru?”, oh… This is serious. It’s not really John when it’s serious.
“Yes, why?”
“Hum.”, she took a biscuit.
“Julia, why do you say that?”
“I think he is doing some fraudulent activities. Paul found something while he was scavenging.”
“And you still trust Paul?”, oh no, she is mad. Or no… Dissapointed.
She chuckled.
“Geo, he is still my songwriting partner. And here you are.”
She handed me the paper. It had a complete description of some customers' orders and the amount they charge. There was the order and then a tipping mechanism where they took 50% from people.
“I felt like Maharishi was a good little guru. Always setting up people. Making you bite.”, what the fuck are you saying Lennon!
“Me? We all bit it!”
“You bit it first.”
“Lord, Jules… Could be fake for all I know, or could be I dunno repurposed.”
“George. I’m not exaggerating aaaaand I’m not letting you spend any more money on this SCUM.”
“I know how to handle money! Sometimes better than you! Always better than John!”
“You don’t involve John in this! This is about you!”, Julia.
“Jules, I am not that fifteen year old anymore! I’m twenty five! I can make the right decisions on my own!”
Julia was distraught. But I told her the truth!
“Look, I know you are responsible, sometimes even more responsible than I am, but you are naive! You think everything can be resolved-”
“OF COURSE IT CAN! Julia, you could’ve made it known at any moment that you are a woman and it wouldn’t matter! We are on the toppermost of the poppermost Jules! You wanted to be there, remember!”, think woman, think!
Julia got angry, but not Julia angry but John angry, which was much scarier.
“We are there because people presume we are all men! And you never know what problems would arise should I do that! What if I put myself in danger? No, you in danger! I still don’t know why we’re on top. I know people dislike some of our music and want to see us fail! Half of the time I think our music is pure shite that won’t last a fucking day after if we hadn’t had such good marketing!”
“You must really hate yourself, Julia, if this trip couldn’t get you out of your mindset.”
“Georgie. Was it ever a secret?”, Jules laughed.
That woman drives me insane. I… This whole trip, the reason John was spaced out was because Julia was monitoring what I do! Lord, John or Jules always kept tabs on me! And I wonder how sometimes I could be lucky that Brian didn’t find out something or that Paul didn’t shout at me. Julia had my back!
“Jules! You should let me fight for myself! Goddamn it! Fuck you! I… Can’t stand you sometimes. I can’t stand that you…”
Push me and want me to write more, sing more, play more? Then as John put me down and snuff out my confidence.
“I cannot let you fuck yourself up because of some unimprotant man and his cult! I can’t let anyone scream at you because of something stupid that happened. George, I do that for Ritch also, though Ritch doesn’t get into sticky situations that much.”
“Stop helping me in the worst possible way. I have to face the consequences! I have to see it for myself.”
“But what if you never figure it out?”, Julia hugged me, “What if you continue believing in your delusion and it costs you everything?”
“JULIA, that is the thing I’M TRYING TO TELL YOU!”, I hugged her.
“What?”
“You have to stop! Paul gave up on you. He married Linda, because he couldn’t marry you! You destroy yourself with drugs. You drift away more often.”
She was speechless.
“You hurt Cynthia, Ritch and I as John because of the stress and misuse of drugs! You are not yourself anymore.”
“You can’t say that you don’t use drugs too…”
“I don’t use them as much as you do. Our mommy’s death broke us. It broke you two the most.”
“Shut up, George.”
And here is John.
“John is becoming his own thing and I don’t think you can even see when you are the one or the-”
“JOHN ISN’T A REAL PERSON!”, he covered his mouth.
“He isn’t a person, he is just a device, an idea!”, he flailed his hands around.
“I can do everything and I don’t need your stupid advice. I came here to tell you and try to get you out of this cult, not to be lectured by some pussy.”
I sighed.
“George, I am going. Enjoy the view. I cannot anymore. I don’t even see properly without me glasses, so what did I even see in this place? Don’t think I didn’t get hopeful when I got here! I did. I was hopeful I would relax. I didn’t. I was scared half of the time someone would fuck up and with any interaction with Paul and other half of the time I was questioning this place. I am restless, and suppose I will be, for the rest of my life.”
“John, I told you what I meant. I am direct. Unlike you, just like Julia. I cannot watch you suffer any longer! I can’t watch people around me suffer! Just think about it! Just think!”
“I feel. I have to feel it’s right.”, John looked at me with teary eyes. Never seen Julia cry as John.
“Alright… I didn’t want to make you cry… Now it looks weird because you are still in that John getup of yours.”
Julia laughed.
“Getup, haha! Geo, you are getting more creative by the day.”
Julia lit up.
“Okay, if you want me to relax so much, I have an idea, juuuust look away for a… Couple of minutes.”
“Oh no, I have encouraged Julia Victoria Lennon to do something.”
She smiled and I turned away. I heard the sound of clothes moving around. Then bandages being taken down. Maybe even a hair tie being let down.
“Turn around!”
Oh, now it’s just Julia.
“Ta-da! Now I can relax.”, she spread herself on the sand.
“Wait- Don’t relax too much! I want to tell you about my songs!”
“Alright, Geo, what do you have in mind?”
I told her every minute detail about the songs I wrote. She listened to me! Yay! And she even approved some! And gave me some tips and tricks to work on my songs. It was really such a nice session of writing. I missed when she would give me some song attention instead of treating me like a little kid who can barely write and play.
“That’s great, I’m so proud of you!”, Julia scratched my head, “Baby George!”
“Augh, I thought you said you’ll stop calling me that!”
“Well, John said that, I didn’t.”
“You can’t get away with this!”
She calmed down.
“But seriously, continue working on this, it will sound better and better. Maybe I could get Paul to approve it-”
“No, I’ll show it to him just like I’ve shown you! Don’t do anything Lennon, I beg of ya!”
“I won’t then.”, she wistfully smiled.
You could sense the feeling of satisfaction coming from her.
“Maybe you aren’t so fragile and small like you were Georgie. But enough about that, I’m going for a swim!”
“Not without me!”
We jumped into the ocean and played around. Julia loved to swim, she was fast on foot, and she was a fast swimmer. She swam almost half a kilometer away in just 12 minutes. How does she do that with our clunky clothes? I followed her but I didn't like the chance of getting an ache and I went back to the shore. I was happy for her. This is the first time she looked naturally relaxed during this entire trip! She swam back after 20 minutes.
“I wonder how you can swim so far and not get scared? Or any aches?”
“I got aches. I just ignore them and paddle my way back, simple as that!”
“You are so weird sometimes!”, I chuckled, “And capable!”
“Um, that’s my job as your leader, dummy!”, she knocked my head.
I laughed.
“I wish I could relax like this everyday!”
“Well, that isn’t happening. But, I have a mystery to debunk, and that is Maharishi’s history. I’ll have fun.”
“You are still on about what Paul said? How about you stop thinking about him and just think about hm…”
“No, I’m doing more as a fuck you to cultists then because of Paul. I’m angry at Paul. I’m miserable because of him.”
“Glad you understand basic human emotions.”
She giggled.
“Okay, Harrison. Tell ya if I find more evidence, but knowing these kinds of trickster buggers, you won't be waiting much!”
The sun was setting and we were gazing at the view. Until I heard some movement in the trees.
“Where did we end up? Are you sure both of them are here! Oh, look, there is George!”, Pattie! Darling!
“Come here! Missed you so much!”, I hugged her.
“Where’s John?”, Cynthia wondered.
Oh my Lord, where is Julia?
“Um, I dunno, he was just here with me.”
I searched with my eyes and found Julia hiding behind a rock all panic ridden.
“Why are there bandages on the floor?”, Pattie asked.
Cynthia realized what had happened.
“Just some trash we encountered, how awfully dirty the tourists here must be!”
“I’ll then find a rubbish bin suitable for them.”, Cynthia, thank you for taking care of John. I’m glad Julia chose to be with you and pretend than anyone else.
Julia looked at me. Her look was basically telling me: “What do we do? Should I go out or not? No, tell them to leave! Give Cynthia a sign to make them leave. I don’t want anyone else finding out.”
I scoffed.
“Where did you scoff at.”, Pattie said, “At that rock!”
Julia came out with her hands crossed.
Cyn was shocked but relieved to see her. She was waiting for what Julia would do.
“OH, it’s John, see Cyn we found him! Though I must say you look more frail than usual.”
“What can I say? This sun eats ya!”
We chuckled.
“And I had to see what Cyn’s relief looked like. Never expected such a big reaction from ya.”
“How can I not react that way when I love you so much!”, she ran towards Julia and hugged her as hard as possible, “I was already thinking I had to call the search party to search all over!”
“Don’t worry Cyn, I can handle a little labyrinth!”
“I don’t think so!”
“Alriiight.”, Julia sighed, smiling.
“Glad we are all here then! Let’s all go back together to our houses!”, Pattie was happy.
“Nah, I’d like to stay here a bit longer with Cyn.”, Julia disappointed me yet again.
“Oh- Oh, well have fun!”, Pattie waved them goodbye and I took her hand.
I sent another look to Julia. It meant “When are you going to stop lying!”
I figured Cyn helped Julia get bandaged up, because it was going to be dinner time soon. The rest of the day went normally. And the rest of the vacation was great, though it was cut short because of John’s investigation! He found out that Maharishi is a fraud, and really a fraud! So I dug deeper, and found the same, with more evidence! We united the evidence and presented it to the man, who said we were exaggerating and not understanding what it said!
“Look, you can’t deny your eyes and there are two of us claiming this against you! You lied to me!”, I began, “You lied to me that money wasn’t that important!”
“Well, I didn’t say that it was not necessary, you got to make a living!”
“By scamming others, not such a little good guru afterall! With this kind of behavior, I would’ve thought you would also pay flying carpet lessons!”
Maharishi chuckled.
“You know, this proves you’ll be absolutely the same as before if you leave. You, Lennon, have something to hide. Always look like that. You think you are clever, but you are not. You are empty, surrounded by enlightening remarks. But what is their purpose, you don’t know. For you, George Harrison, you will still be that insecure and childish egoist I met. Direct and naive; curious too. No wonder you dragged the whole group of you to-”
John was angry.
“You are not going to talk that way about us UNLESS I say what I think about you first! You are a snide, privacy breaking, yellow bellied, ass licking, greedy son of a bitch who likes to think he is so high and mighty! So it is just right to take away people’s hard earned cash like that!”
“The Beatles are basically the same thing!”
“We make good music.”, John replied.
“And we make good points? Explain the difference, Lennon, explain it! Oh, and haven’t seen this much emotion from you during your whole stay, I’m glad-”
“Because I didn’t get mad!”
“I’ll answer instead. We follow the regulations. We are not some other outside organization. We aren’t money grubbing. Maybe our producers are. And I know we will fix that when we find some inconsistencies.”, I jumped in to help.
“Maybe we are materialistic, but we aren’t putting other people in DEBT you whore! I checked multiple times.”, John continued.
“To check isn’t in character for John Lennon.”, Maharishi chuckled.
“It is if I think so. I don’t con people.”, John answered feeling confused on why Maharishi would say that. Then the guru scammer smiled.
“I’ll figure you out, Lennon. You have something to hide.”
John chuckled, “To hide is to survive? Isn’t that the principle of not getting caught in your scam?”
Maharishi got serious.
“You are feeling guilty of your scamming and blaming others, meanwhile I don’t have anything to declare.”, John stated with confidence.
“I know a deviant when I see them.”
“Oh, and now it’s John’s fault I have turned against you, isn’t it!”, I figured it out, “Trying to blame him for my complaint!”
Maharishi looked at me with some kind of disgust.
“Of course. Of course, we are leaving now. This instant.”, I got mad.
“Don’t go mad Georgie, this mister right here can use it against ya. You have to be relaxed and fulfilled, like he said. That’s how you get happiness, right?”, John joked.
I chuckled and calmed down.
“Yer right.”
“Well, mister, we loved the island and all, but you're a fraud and we have to go!”, John waved him goodbye and I followed. Maharishi pulled me back.
“Mr. Harrison, don’t listen to him!”, he told me, “He is a deviant, a snake, presenting himself as he isn’t!”
“And why would I not? He is one the lads! And you are the snake here.”
“No, no, that’s not a “lad” as you say, not a traditional lad, that’s a hijra.”
“A what now?”
“A… neither male nor female.”
I looked at him blankly. So he figured out the twin tale?
“You cannot trust someone who doesn’t know what they are. And this person, this “John Lennon” as they call itself, is absolutely not trustworthy. Always joking around, always monitoring you, always making inappropriate and underhanded comments. You want freedom and expression right?”
Lord, this slimy motherfucker.
“John is still one of my best friends and pals. You can’t make me stay here any longer. You just made me more angry and volatile. And you accuse John of such heinous acts with no evidence to support it.”
I began walking away towards John, who was packing with Cynthia and Pattie.
“Oh, I understand now. You know of Lennon’s decadency even before I even tell you! Both of you are flawed, go then! I don’t need a place for rude and deviant people like you!”
“Oh, where’s the “we welcome everyone to our family!” or “we are happy to accept any LOST soul”.”, John argued.
Maharishi smiled and walked up to John. He said something to him that made him shiver. Still John behaved cocky and said,
“Oh, I promise I’ll do that. For the chance to piss you off, I’ll continue doing that for as long as I want to!”
We boarded the boat. I looked at John perplexed.
“What happened for us to go earlier?”, Pattie wondered.
“John, what did you do?”, Cyn asked.
“Absolutely nothing that deserved that kind of send off! Accusing me of deviancy just because George and I handed in some damning evidence that Maharishi scams people!”
“That’s… Fun.”, Cynthia sighed, “Well, at least we’re in one piece and haven’t been held up by that con artist in any other way.”
“You are so smart, Cyn.”, John chuckled, “Yer right as ever.”
John proceeded to kiss her. Before that he gave her a small, not really noticeable sign. He always warned Cyn before kissing her. But I never really noticed Cyn tensing up before the act.
I kissed Pattie as well and whispered in her ear:
“I’m glad this hellish discussion is over and you have absolutely nothing to do with it!”
“I’m glad you’re okay, George.”
Pattie looked at Cynthia and John, “Let’s go inside, it’s getting a bit chilly in here.”
“Wait for us two inside then, I have to talk to John about this shit in private.”
The wives giggled.
“Alright then, George, we’ll be inside. If you need any advice or a shoulder to cry on, you know where to find us!”
“Pattie, sometimes you could be so funny!”, my sweet Pattie.
“And not always? The insolence of this young man! We are going inside, pronto!”, Cynthia pulled Pattie with her.
John rolled his eyes while chuckling.
“No wonder Cyn is my best female friend.”
“Well, a wife is a best friend too.”, I joked.
There was a small pause. We looked at the ocean and the waves splashing in the sun.
“John, what did that son of a bitch tell you?”
“There is something called a hijra in Indian or Southeastern culture. It is a person in drag, a person who identifies as the opposite gender… He told me that he figured out I was in drag. He told me I can’t keep it together and remain normal if I ever was. He told me I corrupted you… He told me I will drag the entire band into ruin. And even if I told everyone the truth that I would make everything the Beatles did worthless and meaningless.”
“What a freak!”, I couldn’t believe it. Maharishi was today very awful towards us, especially towards John. Was he always a bit more awful to women? Now that I think about it, he didn’t talk that much with our wives. He focused on us four. What a scammer.
“I know that, but it does send shivers down my spine, y’know.”
“I’m just happy we had fun and we’re going home, Jules.”, ahh, fuck this man.
“Yeah, I’m happy too. Let’s go inside, Geo.”
“Yeah. Thanks for looking out for me… But please don’t do it as much anymore, Julia.”
“I’ll try not to. And… Perhaps, baby George is right about some things.”
I think some things are going to change in the Beatles and I hope for the better. The most important thing is that I have proven that I’m not a child anymore - I’m an adult who speaks his mind and deserves to be listened to. Perhaps, they will put more songs on the next album… Can’t wait to work with Ritch again…
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𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟒.
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John’s Letters To Aunt Mimi
Dear Mimi,
We are in the bougie part of London, and we had such a lovely sunny March day (which is a lovely yet rare occurrence during springtime!) and we are making a motion picture. Can you believe it?! Yeah, I can’t either.
It’s fab as now people say because of us four! Gosh, I am so proud of them and me of course! Can’t forget about me!
Today was a long long day for shooting. We ultimately got nothing done… It was just a long train scene. We were all nervous. Imagine, even I, who is used to acting, got nervous. It’s a hard task to pull off a role taking upon another role. But it was fun. We had a great dinner afterwards. Georgie met this girl, and I think they will get together. You may very well have already seen the gal in a mag, Pattie Boyd, the model. She is cute, but not as beautiful as Twiggy or Doris Day or Grace Kelly. After the dinner I was a bit sad we didn’t get stuff done, but “my little friend” told me we will do better tomorrow, though I knew he was even more unsure than me. I told him “Paul if we fuck up, it’s fine, we still have each other.” Great words that. He lit up. And yeah, now I’m writing to ya… Aunt Mimi, I promise I’ll make ya proud, and make this film amazing!
Love ya lots,
John
Dear Mimi,
we’ve finally filmed the train scene. I got comfortable with the camera and was acting like never before. Even more macho, even more humorous, even more witty. Wish you could’ve seen me, oh YEAH ya will! They say that if we continue at this pace the movie will be released in early July! I can’t wait for you to see all of our lines and our playing and so much stuff!
To answer your questions. My boys and I are doing great and we are safe. They are not making us do stuff against our own will. We have a contract that prohibits tampering, at least that’s what Brian says. For the stores, I’ll promise I’ll go and check out some when I get the chance. I know how much you like it when I get new clothes and accessories… You just want me to enjoy things now and to spend the money I earn on fun things… Oh, Auntie. And to solve the next problem, I will take Paul with me. He has an eye for what fits me… He is my partner. I will take care of meself, I don’t always need the others or Paulie who you like to single out. Wish you could see how great the flats are!
Love ya lots,
John
Dear Mimi,
we got a free day! So I decided to go shopping like you told me! I found some great clothes and shoes and I can't wait for you to see ‘em. One of the clothes is a yellow checkered puffy dress with a rose emblem on it, then there is a cute red dress and the combination of a white shirt with black dots and a pencil skirt. I got red pumps and black heels too! That’s done. Paul helped me choose them, he is so stylish… He and the lads greeted you!
I’m glad you are doing well, I cannot believe I forgot to ask you! John’s doing! I’m so happy you have gone back to your hobby. I miss your hats. Can’t wait to get a new one. How are the other ladies? I hope you are talking to them, don’t get too lonely without me. Did you visit Mum? I hope you brought flowers for me too… It’s so unfair to both of us. I promise, when I come back I’ll keep ya company. I promise and you have this letter as proof I promised. I promise you as me, not my facade.
Love you,
your niece John
Dear Mimi,
everything is so bad. We are done “filming” all the scenes. Yay, I thought. But… Some scenes need to be redone. We have to “redub” some of our live singing. Why? I like it live! I love the studio but it is so stupid to dub live recordings… God, I am so frustrated. Brian and Paul don’t agree with George and me. Everyone thinks Brian is always right, well maybe he is, but this is a musical sin! They wanted to use our album recordings for it. The microphones were so bad they didn’t catch the “nuance of the Beatles playing”. What the hell are they talking about? We just strum. Still, I’m happy with the result we have currently though I am in a fight with Paul because of the stupid dubbing. Paul is so staunch on keeping his opinion, so stubborn! Well, John Winston Lennon is more stubborn than him! I’ll show him…
I am very glad the ladies are fine. You think of everything when you do something, Mimi. You even brought my favourite flower to bring her… You really are the greatest aunt. At these scumbags you would for sure scoff. They are so mean sometimes. And they smell bad. Money grubbing idiots. Not fit for a lady like you and Jules, but fit for me… Maybe I am filthy like them, John collects their filth… Julia remains clean. I wonder how clean can a person here be?
Love ya lots,
John
Dear Mimi,
I’m barely able to write this letter, my rock and roll finger is hurting! Jokes aside, I listened to your solution for my fight with Paul, much to my dismay. Before that I was always on edge to beat him up and to pout at Brian. I formulated to him that what I meant was for us four to ask the film director to film all the scenes with us playing again with more cameras and better sound proofing so that the music would be live and prove to Brian that me and Geo were right. He was intrigued to say the least and gave in, after me bothering him more and more. We went to the film director and as it turns out, he doesn’t have the budget! The goddamn Beatles motion picture doesn’t have the budget! I was fuming! Paul looked like he was expecting such a response. He got on my nerves again. Though, I won’t forget he supported me then, when I argued with the film director about the footage. “No, we don’t have enough film for that.” or “Sound proofing for our sets is quite expensive, and besides that clunky.” would be heard a dozen times. Then I would say, “But isn’t a studio supposed to be acoustic?”, and he would say, “But this is a movie, mister Lennon.”. That’s a new level of dumb. So I had my little revenge. I wouldn’t want our band to waste away, so I told them that we will play everything all over again to make a unique dub for the movie as a fuck you. Weirdly enough, Brian supported me. Even if the film director felt that that was unnecessary, how could you say no to the stars of the film who could pull out any moment? That is the reason my hand has cramps. Paul is annoyed with me because of this choice but he can’t say he didn’t enjoy making a different version. I plan, during the editing phase of the movie, for us four to go explore the place some more and relax. I owe them that much for putting them up to more work.
Lots of love,
John
Dear Mimi,
London is such a big place. Me and the lads went through the entire Hyde Park. I can’t believe I didn’t take the time to explore the city before this. The nature in the parks is wonderful and diverse. The architecture is beautiful and elegant. The Rose Garden in Hyde Park is my favourite place, maybe Paul and I could write some songs there. It’s quiet and romantic, perfect for a working atmosphere. Maybe I get too caught up in music making. Exactly why I don’t explore as much as I did before. I would love to do this with Cyn someday. Maybe Paul and I should take Julian out to play... You asked if I knew how Cyn and Jules were, and I write to tell you they are fine. Cynthia is taking up some art courses and teaching Julian how to count, he is so smart! He knows how to count to five already. Of course he is my kid. He is a bundle of sunshine, really brightens up Cyn’s day, she won’t shut up about him in her letters (and who can blame her, he is very cute and funny). I envy her sometimes, she doesn’t let art consume her so much. But what is an artist if not a complicated person with layers and addictions towards their work?
You made a hat for me! You spoiled the surprise. You know I love them! Well, I’ll try and forget it. Still, I wanted to ask if there is anything else that you wanted me to bring home? If not for you then for others? Wait, I am not falling into that hole. Gifts for others, not their requests, they are not my aunt.
Lots of love,
John
Dear Mary,
I don’t know how to feel about your last letter. I am making a difference out here and you still bother me about that small thing! Also, you really think I’m doing this for money? No. I’m doing this because there is no other way… Even if there is, that “sham” you are talking about is giving me a way to distance myself from my feelings and write something quite logical. Even though I think we are still subpar and I tell my band that all the time, I think we are on the right track to improve ourselves. The person you call “shameful” and “selfish” has helped create great bands and improved the lives of the other members. It hurts me you think that way about me and my ideas. You don’t even want me to bring stuff if I don’t let go of my ideas. Silly Mary. I’m not seventeen anymore. I am my own man person and I decide what I will or will not do. But your angry response has led me to question what I did, so thank you very much Mary. Do you wonder if I had waited just a little bit and enrolled somewhere else I could’ve been able to achieve the same thing without my idea? If I had… I dunno, enrolled into art school like Cyn and found some friends there? More similar to me… Well, like Paul but you know how. But, I don’t think it would’ve had the same impact as the Beatles. First it was all about fun, and it still is fun, but I would’ve had fun that way too. But now. Now, it’s about impact too. The movie is edited and ready to go. With it, we have reached the big screen. The influence is a burden but we could use it! We could do something with it! I could help people, Mary! All four of us can! We could be the mirror of the society, we could embody the opinion of our demographic! And we already do! We are the demographic! Maybe I sound powerhungry, but I think we don’t need to educate people, we need to make more people aware about the faults and struggles of society! Maybe I am on a high horse but you can’t deny the facts I have brought up. The Beatles CAN change something. They CAN do it. Just believe in me, Mary. Please, Mimi.
Love ya lots,
John
Jules
Julia
Yours truly,
J. V. L.
Rest of Sacrifame
This wholesomeness makes their fights all the more sour...
We hear ad nauseam about Paul and George’s “fight” during Let It Be/Get Back but nowhere near enough about their beautiful tender exchanges like this one:
G: They sell boots that high, but not that tight, and not particularly leather, maybe softer. Groovy ones like, you know those Afghan coats, they’re embroidered, I’ve got boots like that, but the slippers, the slippers feel at home. And it is great, you just tuck your pants in.
P: You want boots of those? Yeah, I’ve got boots of them.
G: You know where you get them?
P: Yeah, you get them off me (gentle laughter).
I’ll give you them, I’ll never wear them.
G: Do you want to hear the song I wrote last night?
It’s just a very short one, called I Me Mine.
P: Yes
oh god no🫠
This is so me
Understandable have a great day.
get back:
𝙎𝘼𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙀
𝙈𝘼𝙄𝙉 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏
“To breach the road I sacrifice a form which holds no device. One day you’ll understand…” - John’s personal diary
Summary
An idea that spiraled out of control and became an act that went on for too long. From a mistake came about a twin tale. A story thought up by a girl who dreamed about making it in the rock world and who would do anything to keep her dream alive in a world that was unaccepting of her vision. Even if it meant pretending for years and years to be someone who she wasn’t. Create a “him” who could do anything and take anything for her. Though, was she ever really pretending or merely entertaining the fact she could be someone else and fully exploiting that position?
The story isn’t chronological and can be read in any order. It happens between 1956. and 1980.
The fanfic is already quite long, clocking in at 83 pages, and will only be longer. I will be uploading it in parts (three at a time) here on Tumblr on a weekly schedule (I will inform you in advance if I will be late next time).
Parts in order of release:
1958. Ain't She Sweet?
1973. How To Tame A Stray
1969. Skipping Practice
I updated with four because "The Scene Is Set!" and "Yearning For Their... Chemistry?" are shorter fics.
1968. Not A Little Kid Anymore
1964. The Scene Is Set!
1963. Yearning For Their... Chemistry?
1975. Go With The Flow
Lack of inspiration leads to late updates, sorry everyone.
1976. Washing The Pain Away
1959. The Fruitless Endeavour
1970. Sincere Condolences To Lennono
𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟗.
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓔𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓻
𝙎𝘼𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎
Julia’s Diary
Today was wild.
So, I was doing my chem homework, organic chemistry (drawing all those silly hexagons) when I hear the doorbell.
“Julia, get the door please, I’m in the bathroom washing the clothes.”, Mimi ordered. I sigh.
“Fine.”, I ran downstairs to the door. Opening the door I see… Paul!
“What are you doing here?”, I ask him.
“Have I come at the wrong time? I wanted to surprise John, I had a great idea for a song.”
Well, he surprised him.
“You appeared so suddenly.”
“John does that to me so much.”, Paul remarked with a soft smile. I blushed.
“What’s that song like? I ask John about your songs, but he always wants to finish something to the end so I never get the feel of your process.”
“Johnny being secretive, of course.”, Paul giggled, “I have listened to Elvis recently and I decided to move his chords down on me guitar and I liked the melody… I wish I could show ya, but I forgot the dumb thing, not thinking. I just wanted to get to John’s as fast as possible.”
“The melody just dawns on ya?”, I asked him for fun… As John I never got to talk with Paul about this in a more formal way, “I know the feeling, I write poetry in my freetime, the text just appears before me. Don’t worry about the guitar. You could always play on John’s.”
Paul was staring at me.
“You’re right, Julia.”, he smiled wide, “And you write too? Maybe you could help us two with rhymes or somethin’?”
“No, I trust you two can get the job done.”, I wanted to disappear.
Paul frowned.
“Will you at least give me some advice? Or critique?”
I cackled, “Of course, you git!”
I mentally facepalm myself for this, because John usually says that.
Paul took it well. He entertained me with some more topics and I didn’t notice when Mimi put a hand on my shoulder.
“Oh, it’s your-young man himself, John’s little friend.”, it was the most effective save.
“Hello, Mrs. Smith.”, Paul politely greeted my aunt.
“I should go get John.”, I said.
I went to John’s room and saw his clothes on the heater. Wet.
“Okay.”, I thought, “Second solution; get bandages and some of my clothes that can pass as masculine. I feel sorry for John.“
And half of my masculine clothes were dirty and the other was wet like John’s clothes!
“Fucking hell.”, I swore.
It looked like I would be spending most of the day at home and without Paul. My thoughts were “God fucking damn it! I need to be more careful! I was reckless as John and Julia. I failed twice. And now I have to send Paul home.”
I go down the stairs with sadness. I somehow got myself together and told Paul, “Paul, John is not here currently.”
“What? He is always home at this time!”, Paul panicked because he liked when his plans go exactly how he imagined, “God. Mrs. Smith, do you know where John went?”
Mimi’s eyes widened.
“I don’t know… He didn’t tell me where he went.”
“Oh, he could be anywhere! I have to find him!”, Paul decided.
Why must he complicate things!
“Paul, he is fine really, trust me, I’m his twin!”, I told him.
“No, I have to check some places, and that fact makes me think you should go with me!”, Paul smiled.
“No, I’ll wait for him.”, I rejected his offer. But his offer couldn’t be rejected.
“Mrs. Smith, us two are going to search for him!”, he dragged me off.
“Paul, Paul, what do you think you’re doing?”, I asked him, while he didn’t slow down.
“I am taking another person with me to balance out my panic? Smart, huh!”
“Yeah, you’re smart but you’re mostly cute.”, I regret that compliment.
He turned his head toward me.
“John could be at the Cavern Club so we’ll go there first.”, he slowed down to a walking pace.
That’s when I knew this was going to be a long day. I wanted to escape that situation and tell Paul I’m John. But John would be compromised so… A long day was the better choice.
“Wait here, I ask them if John has appeared.”
I waited for Paul. Paul calmly asked for John and the owner answered he hadn’t seen any of the Beatles since the last gig they played. Paul was sad.
“John wasn’t here.”
“Of course, it’s day, it would make more sense if he’d gone to Cyn’s.”, I mumbled.
“Julia, you’re a genius!”, he took my hand in preparation to run like a madman again.
And that’s when I furiously blushed.
“Let’s go to Cynthia’s.”, he began running and made a hard stop, “Wait, I don’t know where Cynthia lives.”
“It’s lucky you got her best friend by your side.”, I told him, letting go of his hand and leading him.
“How does it feel to have your brother date your best friend?”, this question made me laugh inside but I decided to be serious and make up a story about jealousy.
“I dunno, I think he could be brash with you and I’m afraid it will affect Cyn.”, I answered.
“I think he is quite sweet with her!”, Paul stepping into John’s defence was cute as hell, “I know he could be violent and agressive, but he always defends Cynthia and honours her desicions, privacy and time. Though I admit, he is possessive. But Cynthia could be clingy and possessive too.”
“You can’t say that against her!”, I defended Cyn, “Cyn barely sees him because of your practices.”
“You have a point, but sticking around during that time could be distracting for Johnny.”
“Well, John making a mess in front of her parents could be distracting for Cyn.”
I made a reminder to write in here that I shouldn’t be that overreactive to Cyn because it makes her look bad, even though it solidifies our “relationship”.
We arrived at Cyn’s.
I rang the doorbell, and her highness, Cynthia Powell, or Lennon if we continue doing this forever, came out with her hair full of curlers.
“Jules! What is the occassion?”, she noticed me first, “I didn’t think we were going out today?”
“Hi, Cyn, have you perhaps seen John?”, I asked.
Cynthia began laughing because I just asked where I was.
“I wish I had… We haven’t gone out in a while…”
I gave Paul the look of “See?”
“Perhaps you could give us some more information where he could be?”, Paul asked with a scoff.
“He isn’t at Jules’ so… Because Paul’s here you checked the Tavern… You could check the record store!”
Paul lit up. Cyn did me a favour. At least I could see some new records.
“Bye, Cynthia!”, Paul dragged me again.
“Hey! Cyn, bye!”, I shouted for Cyn to hear me, “Why are you leading again!”
“Too slow.”, he said, “We were just fast walking! He could’ve got to the end of Liverpool by now!”
“Paul! Don’t worry your pretty head about it!”, I made a hard stop!
“Why’d ya stop!”
“John wouldn’t run anywhere. He’s lazy about stuff.”
“I’ll slow down then.”, he still held me by my hand, “But we are faster walking!”
I chuckled at his behaviour. I love him so much, my dear diary, I do.
“So, Cynthia calls you Jules?”
“Yeah… Almost all of my friends call me that. Even though my name isn’t shortened in anyway.”
“But it is cooler.”, god, my heart melted for that boy right then.
“Right on the mark, fella’”, my John was showing through.
We entered NEMS, a music store which began selling new records. I wanted to check it out for a while. Inside were two people, an older gentleman and a younger man who was becoming an intern I guess? The fresh intern went to the staff room. I was starry eyed! Records upon records upon more records! Paul felt like home too by his expression.
“John and I have to check it out together! I could even bring George here.”
“Yeah, I’d love to look at this too.”, I sighed.
“You can come with us!”, Paul looked into my eyes.
“I dunno.”
Paul used the “puppy dog eyes” on me.
“You think we aren’t cool enough? Or maybe that we’re boring! Or… small?”
I remembered I was two years older than him.
“You are a bunch of nerds, and I am, so deal.”, I made an unfulfillable promise.
He happily leads me to the counter to ask for John.
“Hi!”
“Hello.”, the older gentleman said.
“Um, have you seen about this high-”, he pointed to me, “boy with a quiff like me and similar outfit enter today?”
The older gentleman gently smiled.
“No. I’d remember a teddy boy if I saw one. My son, Brian, always points them out, today is the day he becomes the director, so you’ll see him more. It’s a shame he isn’t working at the cash register today, he is great with this new record craze.”
So, that younger man is his son.
“Oh congrats.”, I politely congratulate him.
“I hope you find your friend soon.”, he wished us luck.
“I hope too.”, Paul said, “And thank you, good luck to your son.”
Paul is always so polite. It was already lunchtime, and I think Paul is hungry. Paul and I would usually go for a snack right about now so I knew where Paul was heading. Our favourite restaurant spot wasn't far from NEMS. I wanted to curse Paul for pulling me everywhere, but I didn’t have time. Paul headed to our favourite waitress which John relentlessly teased. Paul was intelligent, of course he’d head for her!
“I didn’t spot any Lennon.”, she infeciously giggled, “Except his sister behind ya.”
Another fooled woman. Just how charming was my illusion?
Paul came close to me grabbing my hand.
“John’s not here, time to go.”
“Paul, you need to eat something!”, I said sternly, “You’re hungry!”
“No, I’m not!”, he was angry.
His stomach grumbled.
“Your digestive system says otherwise.”, I made a medical pun! A medical pun. So uncool.
Paul sighed, “Then we’ll grab some grub and continue searching. I hope John’s okay…”
He cares about me so much…
We sat on our… John’s and his favourite spot. Usually John would make some unnecessary puns at the waitress so I decided to do the absolute opposite.
“So, what’ll it be for you and Lennon?”, she was joking.
“I would like the usual.”
I would love to say the usual, but.
“I would like a burger, no fries, with a Coke. That’s it.”, I was straightforward with listing my favourite order.
“Siblings have similar taste.”, she chuckled and then she gasped.
“What?”, I panicked.
“Nothing nothing, just a funny little thought.”, she looked at Paul, “I mean you even share friends.”
“This is just pure coincidence, your Johnny went missing.”, I explained.
“He went missing!”
“Yes, why would I, his best friend, be asking if he was here?”
“Then we will hurry up with your orders, lovebirds.”, she’s done it.
“What?”, Paul was pink from embarrassment.
I facepalmed myself.
“At least our food will come faster without a prolonged battle of wits.”
“You really are something, Jules. Never seen a girl be this direct in my life.”
I raised my eyebrow.
“You haven’t met enough of us lad.”, I pat him on the head unconsciously.
I realized it when he said, “Haven’t had a good chance to talk with you.”
I quickly got my hand off, “Oh.”
“Usually I look at birds, I mean girls as people who like cute clothes, organizing themselves, having fun, following trends, wearing makeup, doing their hair… Geo would describe a typical girl as “Cynthia”.”
“George isn’t right. Cynthia is a great girlie, she loves art and enrolled into a great college and is doing gear.”
“Not in that right, but like… What I said before that. You are not like that. You are… A girl's girl, though, hum, you’re into records like John and dress more casually. You don’t draw attention.”
“Are you saying I’m not feminine enough?”, I got angry.
Paul got more pink.
“I-I jus-just think you being different is cool, because you-you aren’t interested in men, um, noticing you. You are just you.”, he calmed down. I didn’t see him mutter so much, except when he lied to Dot and when a cute girl approaches him.
“You are lying.”
He got pink.
“No. I mean it! Cross my heart. Which girl has such a cool nickname? Only you.”
My dreams came true, I could’ve died at that moment. I was red for sure.
“That’s enough. You need to hang out with more women.”
Our food arrived hot from the oven. We take it out.
“Bye!”, Paul and I say.
“When you find Johnny, tell him he shouldn’t disappear on you like that ever again!”
“I will teach him a lesson.”, I told her.
“Oh, Paulie, you should watch out! The stories are true! While Johnny is too intelligent for his own good, she is too intelligent for our good.”
I roll my eyes, while Paul laughed. I couldn’t help but smile.
“I know where we should go! You were right, this literally was food for thought!”
“Where?”
“Strawberry Fields!”, Paul took my hand and blushed…
“I won’t drag ya this time… Just keep up.”
“Alright, Paul.”, he led and I trailed behind him, quickly catching up.
Strawberry Fields was further than any spot we visited so far. Paul wasn’t up for a talk now, I could see by his focused face and huffing. He was really worried for John.
We arrived in record time for us two, just ten minutes of “faster walking”.
“JOHN!!!”, Paul shouted scaring people in the park, “Julia, you take the left side of the park and I’ll take the right, we’ll meet at the fountain okay?”
God, I will have to scream an imaginary person’s name to convince Paul and the others. This seems so fucking funny.
“John!”, I shouted everytime before entering another part of the park.
I asked around for myself. I wanted to die of embarassment and laughter everytime. I had to go to some bush to laugh it out. My search was of course fruitless and I gave up pretending and went to the bench. I got my worried face on. I had to act. Because this really was the last place I would think of going. Paul came with a deathly afraid face without hope.
“Where is John, where the hell is he?”, Paul loudly elaborated.
“I know he’s fine. I’m sure of it. He is home surely, we just didn’t have any luck to run into him-”
“HOW COULD YOU KNOW! YOU HAVEN’T HAD A REAL CONVERSATION WITH HIM FOR MONTHS, JULIA!”, Paul screamed, “WHO KNOWS WHERE HE COULD BE! MAYBE HE WAS SADDENED BY YOUR NONCHANLANT ACTING!”
Paul put his hands on his mouth. I sold the image about Julia and John’s relationship too well.
“Paul… I didn’t know he felt that way. I could be naggy and too logical sometimes…”
“We are emotional too! We’re not queer for being that way.”, Paul got upset real fast.
“Paul, Paul…”, I pat him on the shoulder. I made my angel upset. I did that. My lack of planning made this day awful. Paul felt insecure for being called queer.
“People call you that?”
“My eyes… My eyelashes to be exact.”, he pointed, “My "pigeon" chest. My dainty figure.”
“You are not dainty.”, I defended him, “You are a man like any other!”
“I don't think I'm like John.”, oh Paulie…
“He is so brave and strong. He can stand up to anyone… Don’t tell him, but I really think he’s my coolest and my biggest idol. He is George’s too.”
I’m an idol? I’m like Elvis already. Jokes on me.
“That’s why he is fine, Paul. I won’t tell him, I promise.”
You told him yourself Paul.
A small pause.
“You know.”
He looks into my eyes.
“He respects you a lot too. He told me last time we spoke. His words were “Macca can play so well he could best any Liverpool player.”. I trust him on that McCartney.”
“He even in private calls me Macca…”, his words wandered off, “I’m glad you told me.”
He hugged me. It was late afternoon.
“If you want, we can go to my house and check if John’s back? If not, we could ask aunt Mimi to make us some tea. John bought a tin of Digestives for when you and George come by.”
“That’s nice of him.”, Paul smiled, “I’m sorry for dragging you so suddenly… I was so drawn in by my best friend going missing that I didn't even want to listen to reason.”
“It’s alright. I should’ve gone with you and searched, you did the right thing. And I had fun. Though it was stressful. I have seen the new NEMS record selection and had time to talk with John’s little friend.”
Paul blushed profusely.
“Not so little aren’t I?”
I wanted to kiss him on the lips at that moment but I held myself together.
“Yeah. You aren’t. You're a big boy now.”
He looked at my chin.
“Yeah, yeah.”, he let me lead the way.
“What a gentleman.”, I chuckled.
“Only for a lady like you, Julia.”, he smiled sadly. His day did go to waste. John’s clothes are dry for sure so he will see his Johnny today. Now I was speeding up.
“Oi! Now, you are going too fast! Aren’t you tired?”
“Exactly why I am “faster walking”.”, I lied.
“I follow.”, he giggled.
“I love your smile, Paul.”, I regret that too.
“I love yours too, Julia, it’s beautiful. It suits you as it suits John.”
He called our smiles beautiful! Paul loves us! And respects us!
We ran and arrived at my house at sunset. I rang the doorbell.
Aunt Mimi didn’t get the door and we heard some shouting.
“JOHN WINSTON LENNON! YOU ARE GROUNDED! GOING TO STRAWBERRY FIELDS THEN COMING BACK DIRTY AS A PIG! AND TO THINK MY INNOCENT LITTLE NEPHEW WOULD DO THIS!”
Aunt Mimi was smart.
“Looks like we found Johnny.”, I sighed full of relief.
“You were correct about him being fine! Oh, Jules, you’re so cool!”
Wow, now that I write that down, I can’t believe that happened, but it did.
We heard some steps and aunt Mimi opened the door.
“No need to explain, auntie!”, I said.
“I’m glad you don’t cause so much stress, Jules.”, she patted me on the head, “My innocent little niece. Your poor little friend can sit down. John will come down, Julia will go and help him clean himself up.”
I hug her. I sent her a “thank you” look.
“Yes, auntie!”, I tried to go upstairs.
“Julia, I had fun!”, he said without reason. Maybe he knew I wouldn’t come down. So. I did the unthinkable.
“Me too, thank you for this day Paul.”, I hugged him and ran upstairs.
I knew my aunt was going to pester him about this.
I went to John’s room again and the clothes were dry. I got some already dirty towels and clothes on the floor. I put on my bandages, dressed up, fixed up my hair and put on makeup. And I was done! Great! Just great. I didn’t get to spend the whole day working with Paul! I haven't heard his idea yet! Maybe he lost it by now. Just because of mine and Julia’s poor planning.
I left my room and went downstairs just to be greeted with Paul’s hug.
“JOHN! YOU GIT!”, he squeezed me hard.
“I missed ya too lad.”, I said.
“YOU WENT OUT WITHOUT ANYONE KNOWING! YOU IMBECILE!”
“I went outside for a ciggy and inspiration, and everyone gets their knickers in a twist? Though outside meant some bushes in Strawberry Fields.”
“Where’s Jules? Can you ask her to come down with the guitar?”, he got pink again.
“You want her or the guitar?”, I joked.
“Um, I want both!”, he got defensive.
“You like my sister?”, I am a special kind of cunt.
“NO. I was wondering where she is…”
“She has become one with the bed, bloody tired from runnin’ after ya. Literally heard ya dragged her to find me, knight in shining armour.”
He blushed again.
“I apologized.”
“I know.”, I let off, “I’ll get the guitar. I hope Mimi isn’t too mad.”
“From what I’ve heard, she is.”
I get my guitar quickly. I’m back to see that Mimi is letting me hang out with Paul.
“I convinced her to let us work.”
“You are still grounded.”, Mimi stated.
“I’m not a kid anymore.”
“Until you’re 21, you are a child, John.”
I sighed. Thank you for looking out for me.
“I have this melody I have to show ya.”, that was the reason he came.
“Great. I have some text and melodies to show ya too.”
“We could combine them. Oh, do you know your sister writes poetry? It’s similar to you. Both of you start with text.”
“Oh… She didn’t tell me.”, I faked being disappointed.
“And she has some mannerisms like you, and she speaks her mind, and she has a good taste in music, her smile is similar and”
He paused for a second laughing.
He knows too much! Distraction, fast, distraction!
“You indeed like her.”, I spouted not thinking. Though this would be so nice if it were true.
“I wanted to say, that that makes you siblings for sure and shows how much time you spend together.”, Paul rolled his eyes, “Do you want me to get with your sister? You think people like your sister are my type?”
“They aren’t…”, I sighed, “I’m joking Macca. You know me.”
“It isn’t a very nice joke.”, he pouted.
“Oh, now jokes have to be nice?”, I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Jokes have to offend somebody otherwise they aren’t funny.”, a nugget of knowledge from John Winston Lennon.
“What’s next? It’s okay because the ends justify the means.”, Paul made a great joke worth a laugh.
We went to my room and sat on my bed discussing the melodies and text… We had a blast.
“You sure we aren’t too loud for Jules?”, he was worried.
“Oh, no… She sleeps like a log.”, I made up some new story on the spot.
He chuckles.
“I know now why you can’t stand each other!”, he thought to himself.
“Why Macca dear?”, I came closer.
He closed in, a hair away from my nose.
“Because you are too similar.”, he turned around, making me jump! God, I was being queer again! Stop!
“Yeah.”
Late night. Meaning Paulie has to go home.
“I must head out.”, he poshly elaborated.
“I’ll see ya to the door, Mr. McCartney.”
“You know, your aunt has been making eyes at my behaviour because your sister thanked me for a great day.”
“So, I’m not the only one. Mimi is a queen.”
“Mr. Lennon, you drive me crazy.”
“Crazy? I drive you mad huh?”, I played with the word.
Paul rolled his eyes.
“Wanted to say mad with love?”
“Mad with power! God, Paulie, you and your love stuff. And you have to stop setting yourself up for queer jokes.”, I ruffled his hair.
“Thanks Lenny, now I have less ruffling to do.”
“Always at your service, Macca.”
“See ya, Johnny.”
“Goodbye, Paulie.”
I closed the door and was relieved.
“Julia Victoria Lennon, I trust you won’t be going out as John for two weeks?”, Mimi was washing the dishes.
“I promise, Mimi, I’m so glad you exist. How did you know we were coming?”, I went to the kitchen.
“Oh, I was watching every couple of minutes to check if you are near. When I saw you in the distance, I began screaming a bit earlier and repeated the whole sequence in a circle.”
“Auntie, you are very smart and I promise you as your smart niece that I won’t get into this mess again.”
“John is still grounded!”, Mimi was difficult.
“That sucks!”
“Your little friend understands. He respects John and respects me, so he’ll wait out.”, she put down the sponge.
“And my gigs?”
“Go and cancel them.”, she looked me straight into the eyes.
“Not even the gigs?”
“Not even them. Learn your lesson.”
“I’ll help ya around the house, just don’t make it two weeks.”
“Maybe I’ll look over next week's gigs, but this week no.”
“Oh! Great. Good night, Mimi.”, I put the chairs in their places and went upstairs to tidy up my room. I got out of my outfit. Always a nice feeling when I get off of bandages, almost as good as when I get in them. I take off my makeup. I wash and dress fresh.
And now I’m here writing this down. What did I think of this day? Exactly what I wrote at the beginning plus…
I’m not letting myself make the same mistake ever again.
Rest of Sacrifame
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"The imaginary quantities are “shall” and “will.” The product is called morals and leaves no doubt of its reality." - Spring's Awakening, Frank Wedekind (the account of a theatre and Beatle obsessed 19 year old)
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