I don't know how long I sat there, crying on George's phòng bếp, nhà bếp table. George, I think, wasn't sure how to handle a girl crying in his phòng bếp, nhà bếp and he left, letting me stay in there as long as I liked, while he was in some other part of the house. I think that was best. After a long time, when I had cried so much I couldn't cry anymore, I lifted my head into my hands and tried to think. I couldn't just accept George's answer. There had to be something I could do to change his mind. I had to see my plan through. I owed it to Paul, and to Ringo. What could I do about George? Why wouldn't he want the Beatles to reunite?
I thought back to what he'd đã đưa ý kiến to me. I was trying to think if he'd mentioned any reasons he knew why the Beatles shouldn't reunite, but all I remembered was that George had been talking quite a lot about his own feelings. George wouldn't be able to do his songs if the Beatles reunited - Paul felt George was stifling him... maybe, George felt too unappreciated to want to become part of a band again. So it was up to me to hiển thị him how appreciated he was.
I got up and wandered through the large house, wondering where George was. As I went through the rooms, I found photographs here, too, like I had in Paul's living room. I didn't see any of the Beatles here. Was George too upset to look at them? I did see quite a few pictures of George with a blonde woman, including a wedding photo. But there were no signs that another person was living here. I wondered what that was all about. And then, though I wasn't entirely sure why I did it, I took down a large, prominent bức ảnh of George and the blonde woman, and in its place I put the bức ảnh I'd borrowed from Paul.
Stepping back to admire what I'd done, I suddenly realized how sleepy I was. It wasn't bedtime yet, but it was night and all that crying had worn me out. I curled up on the đi văng that was in the room with me, and shut my eyes....
tiếp theo thing I knew, it was morning, and I sensed I wasn't alone. I opened my eyes to see George standing there, looking at the changes I had made in his photographs.
"Good morning, George," I đã đưa ý kiến a little shyly, in case he was mad that I'd done it.
But George looked calm as he turned around, though also a little apologetic, probably for upsetting me the night before. "I'd almost forgotten when that happened," he said. "Probably better I have that up there than Pattie."
"Is that the woman in the other photo?" I ventured. "Who is she? How come she isn't here?"
George shrugged and frowned. "She's me wife - hoặc she was. She left a couple of months ago. It wasn't working out."
Oh. I wondered if that explained how George was feeling at all - his marriage breaking up so soon after his band did. And weren't Ringo and Maureen going the same way? It did make me wonder.
George looked uncertain about what to say next. I reached for his hand and gently pulled him over to sit tiếp theo to me. "George," I đã đưa ý kiến gently, "I'm sorry about your wife. Maybe she doesn't want bạn back, but your Những người bạn do. They really miss you."
George shook his head, not looking at me. "I told you. They're happier without me. Paul likes having all the attention."
"Not without you," I said.
George almost laughed. "I told you, I know Paul better. I've known him since I was twelve."
"Really?" I was distracted from my mission, Chuyện thần tiên ở New York with the idea of knowing Paul so long. "Tell me about him! How did bạn meet?"
"On a bus," George reminisced. "He came and sat down tiếp theo to me. We got to know each other - realized we both liked âm nhạc - both played guitar..."
"Did bạn play together then?"
"Not at first. I didn't think I was very good actually, but he told me I was. It was him that let me into John's band, actually. John thought I was too young - " George smiled at the memory - "but Paul wouldn't give up about it. So I played đàn ghi ta, guitar for them on hàng đầu, đầu trang of a double-decker bus, and John loved it." We both laughed.
"And John let bạn into the band?" I prompted him.
"Yeah, and they đã đưa ý kiến I had to sing at least once at all of our shows. I didn't like me voice then, either," he added with another laugh, "but I suppose they knew better after all. Then when I wrote me first song, Paul and John đã đưa ý kiến it had to go straight onto our album. They were always encouraging... like... that...." George's voice trailed off as both he and I seemed to realize what he was saying.
"Paul didn't want bạn to get less attention than him!" I burst out happily. "He always made sure bạn got attention!"
George frowned as he saw where I was going with this. "Only at first. In our last years together, though, I knew I was good, I wanted to write thêm songs, but he'd never let me put them on. He'd just tell me, 'Later, George', and keep fighting with John about their own songs."
"They fought about their songs?" The Beatles' songs were too beautiful to be fought over!
"That and other things. All the time."
"Too much for them to notice that bạn had new songs for them?" I challenged.
George looked at me. "Maybe. I never thought of that."
"If bạn reunited," I went on, "you could tell Paul and John, right from the start, that bạn have songs bạn want to put on the albums. And the thêm of your songs there are, the less they'll need to fight about theirs! Plus they must know bạn write a lot of songs bởi now - bạn have made your own albums? Ringo has."
"'Course I have," đã đưa ý kiến George. "And those songs of Ringo's - I wrote some of them, too."
"Did you?" I glowed with pride for him. "They're beautiful!"
"You think so?" George looked quite pleased, and also a little tempted.
"Yes!" I đã đưa ý kiến positively. "So beautiful, they - they deserve to be Beatles songs!" It was my highest praise.
George looked thoughtful - and thêm tempted than ever. "How many of the others are in on this reunion?" he asked me.
"Ringo's in." I counted him on my fingers. "And Paul doesn't know about this yet, but it's what he wants thêm than anything, so I know he'll agree. So I just need to convince John...."
George frowned, deflating. "I don't think bạn can do that. If he doesn't want to be convinced, no one can convince him."
I wasn't bothered. "I convinced you."
"I'm not John, though." Suddenly George smiled. "But Paul would say I am. He used to say we were all one person really, just four parts of the one."
It was when he đã đưa ý kiến that that I knew for sure I had him. "So you're in, George?"
"Well - yeah, I am," George said. "That's if bạn can get this going. If bạn can convince John to do this."
"I can," I đã đưa ý kiến confidently. After changing George's mind, anything seemed possible. "I'm going to New York right now to find him. Um - do bạn know his address?"
George shook his head. "We haven't seen much of each other," he đã đưa ý kiến delicately. "He did say something about bein' able to walk to Central Park every day, though. bạn might try there."
"I will," I said, and then I threw my arms around George and hugged him, too. "And thank you, George. Thank bạn so much!"
I thought back to what he'd đã đưa ý kiến to me. I was trying to think if he'd mentioned any reasons he knew why the Beatles shouldn't reunite, but all I remembered was that George had been talking quite a lot about his own feelings. George wouldn't be able to do his songs if the Beatles reunited - Paul felt George was stifling him... maybe, George felt too unappreciated to want to become part of a band again. So it was up to me to hiển thị him how appreciated he was.
I got up and wandered through the large house, wondering where George was. As I went through the rooms, I found photographs here, too, like I had in Paul's living room. I didn't see any of the Beatles here. Was George too upset to look at them? I did see quite a few pictures of George with a blonde woman, including a wedding photo. But there were no signs that another person was living here. I wondered what that was all about. And then, though I wasn't entirely sure why I did it, I took down a large, prominent bức ảnh of George and the blonde woman, and in its place I put the bức ảnh I'd borrowed from Paul.
Stepping back to admire what I'd done, I suddenly realized how sleepy I was. It wasn't bedtime yet, but it was night and all that crying had worn me out. I curled up on the đi văng that was in the room with me, and shut my eyes....
tiếp theo thing I knew, it was morning, and I sensed I wasn't alone. I opened my eyes to see George standing there, looking at the changes I had made in his photographs.
"Good morning, George," I đã đưa ý kiến a little shyly, in case he was mad that I'd done it.
But George looked calm as he turned around, though also a little apologetic, probably for upsetting me the night before. "I'd almost forgotten when that happened," he said. "Probably better I have that up there than Pattie."
"Is that the woman in the other photo?" I ventured. "Who is she? How come she isn't here?"
George shrugged and frowned. "She's me wife - hoặc she was. She left a couple of months ago. It wasn't working out."
Oh. I wondered if that explained how George was feeling at all - his marriage breaking up so soon after his band did. And weren't Ringo and Maureen going the same way? It did make me wonder.
George looked uncertain about what to say next. I reached for his hand and gently pulled him over to sit tiếp theo to me. "George," I đã đưa ý kiến gently, "I'm sorry about your wife. Maybe she doesn't want bạn back, but your Những người bạn do. They really miss you."
George shook his head, not looking at me. "I told you. They're happier without me. Paul likes having all the attention."
"Not without you," I said.
George almost laughed. "I told you, I know Paul better. I've known him since I was twelve."
"Really?" I was distracted from my mission, Chuyện thần tiên ở New York with the idea of knowing Paul so long. "Tell me about him! How did bạn meet?"
"On a bus," George reminisced. "He came and sat down tiếp theo to me. We got to know each other - realized we both liked âm nhạc - both played guitar..."
"Did bạn play together then?"
"Not at first. I didn't think I was very good actually, but he told me I was. It was him that let me into John's band, actually. John thought I was too young - " George smiled at the memory - "but Paul wouldn't give up about it. So I played đàn ghi ta, guitar for them on hàng đầu, đầu trang of a double-decker bus, and John loved it." We both laughed.
"And John let bạn into the band?" I prompted him.
"Yeah, and they đã đưa ý kiến I had to sing at least once at all of our shows. I didn't like me voice then, either," he added with another laugh, "but I suppose they knew better after all. Then when I wrote me first song, Paul and John đã đưa ý kiến it had to go straight onto our album. They were always encouraging... like... that...." George's voice trailed off as both he and I seemed to realize what he was saying.
"Paul didn't want bạn to get less attention than him!" I burst out happily. "He always made sure bạn got attention!"
George frowned as he saw where I was going with this. "Only at first. In our last years together, though, I knew I was good, I wanted to write thêm songs, but he'd never let me put them on. He'd just tell me, 'Later, George', and keep fighting with John about their own songs."
"They fought about their songs?" The Beatles' songs were too beautiful to be fought over!
"That and other things. All the time."
"Too much for them to notice that bạn had new songs for them?" I challenged.
George looked at me. "Maybe. I never thought of that."
"If bạn reunited," I went on, "you could tell Paul and John, right from the start, that bạn have songs bạn want to put on the albums. And the thêm of your songs there are, the less they'll need to fight about theirs! Plus they must know bạn write a lot of songs bởi now - bạn have made your own albums? Ringo has."
"'Course I have," đã đưa ý kiến George. "And those songs of Ringo's - I wrote some of them, too."
"Did you?" I glowed with pride for him. "They're beautiful!"
"You think so?" George looked quite pleased, and also a little tempted.
"Yes!" I đã đưa ý kiến positively. "So beautiful, they - they deserve to be Beatles songs!" It was my highest praise.
George looked thoughtful - and thêm tempted than ever. "How many of the others are in on this reunion?" he asked me.
"Ringo's in." I counted him on my fingers. "And Paul doesn't know about this yet, but it's what he wants thêm than anything, so I know he'll agree. So I just need to convince John...."
George frowned, deflating. "I don't think bạn can do that. If he doesn't want to be convinced, no one can convince him."
I wasn't bothered. "I convinced you."
"I'm not John, though." Suddenly George smiled. "But Paul would say I am. He used to say we were all one person really, just four parts of the one."
It was when he đã đưa ý kiến that that I knew for sure I had him. "So you're in, George?"
"Well - yeah, I am," George said. "That's if bạn can get this going. If bạn can convince John to do this."
"I can," I đã đưa ý kiến confidently. After changing George's mind, anything seemed possible. "I'm going to New York right now to find him. Um - do bạn know his address?"
George shook his head. "We haven't seen much of each other," he đã đưa ý kiến delicately. "He did say something about bein' able to walk to Central Park every day, though. bạn might try there."
"I will," I said, and then I threw my arms around George and hugged him, too. "And thank you, George. Thank bạn so much!"
