Their music production was increasing, and the Beatles' moods were somewhat improving.  George still felt awful even after talking to Layla as he wished he had had the courage to ask her to stay.  He was worried that she wasn't safe with Eric.  However, he didn't know how to do anything about it without making it something huge, something that the press would eat up.  Brian wanted to keep her pregnancy quiet, and that would be something that the newspapers would love to slap on every page if they could.

He had done his best to through himself into his music, and he had been able to read quite a bit more in his spare time.  He was learning many new things that he hadn't been taught in school, which he enjoyed.  He thought it would only be good for him to learn new things as he was still quite young.  There were many things you could come to know from books.  Most of the education he had recieved was about Europe.  What about the rest of the world, as he was starting to see more and more of it as they toured?

It was better to be informed than to be ignorant.

Sometimes...he didn't mind being alone.

But he preferred to be alone with Layla.

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Lucy was babysitting Robert as her parents had a late New Year's party to go to at a friend's house.  She was helping him settle into bed so she could read him a story.  He was almost to the age where he was probably going to get sick of bedtime stories, so she wanted to squeeze as many in as she could.  

She also longed to make up for the many she missed when she was gone.  Her parents were most likekly to sad to tell their son a happy story, which was really what he needed, as he too was heartbroken that his sister had been taken away.  But apparently she had come back.  

All he wanted was for her to stay with him, no matter what.

Halfway through the story, Lucy was interrupted by her little brother.  "Why haven't I seen Layla in awhile?"

"I was going to have her over tomorrow."

"Mum says she's going to have a baby.  Is she, Lucy?"

His sister set down the story, but kept her thumb in the page to keep their place.  "She is.  She's quite happy about it.  I'm happy for her too."

Robert sat up.  "But Mum says that she got into a fight with George, and that she's not in love with him anymore.  What will happen to the baby without George?"  The remark intrigued Lucy.  She laid down on the bed so that her legs dangled off and her head was resting against the wall.  "Layla still loves George, Robert.  They've had a row, is all.  Paul and I have gotten into fights before, but we're fine now.  It's just like that with them...he still loves her...and she still loves him.  The baby will be fine, because it will have them to watch over it."

The doorbell rang, and Lucy told him to wait in bed.  It wasn't too late for the postman, though normally he would have come in the afternoon.  Tugging her sweater tighter around her, she opened the door.  

"Hello, love."  

"Oh, come in."

Paul was wearing a rather thin coat.  "Aren't you freezing?" she shut and locked the door behind him.  "No, not really.  Our session ran late tonight, and I wanted to come and see you."

"Will you say goodnight to Robert?  I promised him a bedtime story."  

Her brother was excited to see Paul, and they both sat on his bed as he peppered him with questions about his new music.  Robert really loved their band; as a treat, his parents got him all of the albums they had made so far each time one came out.  And, of course, they were signed.  All of the Beatles loved Lucy's little brother.  

Once he was settled in bed, they went back downstairs so she could help him with some new lyrics.  They couldn't use the piano though, as it would wake Robert.  But Paul had his guitar.  

She loved his look of deep concentration, and it was something he would only get when he was thinking of music.  He would rub his finger along his lip as he examined the progress he had already made, and think of compatible chords on his guitar.  He also liked giving John something to work with, even though the guitarist would often say he didn't need Paul's help.  

He played a chord series back for her, and she made the edits she thought were best, though it was really up to him in the end.  Paul loved that she had a musical mind like him.  

Lucy laid on her stomach, her feet in the air.  "Don't take this the wrong way...are you sober?"

"Yes.  We didn't have any of that tonight, love.  I don't want to do that kind of thing around you.  Bad influence, you know."  He didn't look up from his guitar.  

"I'm sorry," she whispered.  "I don't mean to shame you."

He laughed quietly.  "I'm not shamed, really.  It was fun.  I just...don't want you to develop my bad habits.  And if I had come here high and your parents were around," he whistled softly, "they might just never let me see you again.  I couldn't have that."  He kissed her cheek slowly.  He set his guitar aside and laid down next to her.  "You're my little angel, Lucy.  No matter how old you get you'll always be my little girl."  Lucy didn't mind him calling her little, as she was a few years younger him, and she knew it wasn't a condescending remark.  Though it sounded strange to say, she loved to watch him grow and change.  She knew him back when he was a teddy boy, and now...he was amazing, a genius in his own way.  

They had fallen asleep when the doorbell rang, and Lucy sat up.  Paul grumbled in his sleep.  "What's wrong?"

"The doorbell rang.  Must be a neighbor.  Mrs. Stewart is always leaving her keys in her apartment.  I'll be back, love."  She kissed his forehead before slipping out of his grasp.  He was already asleep when she reached the door.  

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Small hands poked his face.  "Paul!  Paul, wake up!"  

He blinked quickly, sitting up.  "What's wrong?"

"Lucy's gone.  You've got to find her...like you always do."

Hi

Sorry this chapter wasn't very long, but I had a limited amount of time to write this.  I went to see another Beatles tribute band last night called the Fab Four.  They were amazing!  If they come to your state or country, I definitely recommend seeing them.

And a few interesting things happened.  

My little sister @starrlover152 is in love with Ringo, and she made a sign (like the time we saw the tribute RAIN), which captured the performers' attention and she got a free shirt from the man who played Paul.  At the end of the show, she also recieved Ringo's drumsticks. 

Again.

And I let out this piercing scream during 'Revolution' and this woman in front of us high-fived me, pulled myself and my sister to the front of the theatre and stuck us there so they could see us.  We were dancing more than anyone, and at the end of 'Revolution' George runs to the end of the stage, hands me his guitar pick and says, "Strike my guitar."  

He let me keep his pick <3

Afterwards they were doing this meet and greet and we were one of the last to meet them.  We got pictures, they signed my sister's sign and they signed my ticket.  

AND THE MAN WHO PLAYED PAUL WAS SO CUTE OMG HE TOUCHED MY SHOULDER AS WE TOOK A PICTURE AND IT WAS A GENIUNE THOUGHT IN MY MIND TO TURN AROUND AND KISS HIS CHEEK

Sorry.

Are any of you going to see a tribute band soon, or have you?  I'd love to hear about it.

Peace, 

Luna <3