I'm really sorry but this is an extremely short chapter. I don't want to make it super sad and I don't want to dwell on this stuff so I didn't write much...
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE BEATLES
Tuesday April 10th, 1962
I watched the record turn around and around on the turntable. Buddy Holly's "That'll Be the Day" blared loudly from the speakers. John was laying on his bed with a cigarette sticking out of his mouth. The phone on his bedside table started to ring.
"I got it," I told him, "Hello?"
John got up and turned down the music.
"Michelle?"
I recognized that German accent; it was Astrid.
"Hi Astrid!" I said happily, "How's Stuart?"
She sighed, "Yes, well, that's what I called to talk about… A few hours ago, Stuart… died. It… it was from a brain hemorrhage…"
I was speechless. I glanced over at John, who was smiling at me. I couldn't tell him yet. His mother's death still seemed like yesterday.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered, trying not to let John hear.
"Sorry 'bout what?" he asked, smile disappearing.
Damn it… Well, he had to know anyway.
"Well, bye then…"
Astrid hung up.
I set the phone down. "John… Stu died today."
Tears were brimming in my eyes. His reaction was similar to when he heard about his mum. He didn't cry, he just sort of stared off into space. There was a knock at the door and I opened it. It was George and Paul. Their eyes were red.
"We just got the call," George said quietly.
He pulled me into a hug. We spent the rest of the day just sitting together, the four of us. No one really said anything. There was nothing to say. Nothing that could change anything.
I'm super sorry about how short this is... I'll try to make the next ones much longer. Peace and love ~ Angie