As we sat in the car, we drove in silence. I sat next to John, not by choice, but I was definitely keeping my legs crossed. I didn't need for him to slip his hand in my private place. It was really quiet so I started to hum a tune I had created in my head. Paul started to stare at me.
"What?" I asked pushing my hair behind my ear.
"Sing that tune a little louder." He asked. He put his head down and patted out the rhythms. "It won't be long yeah, yeah, yeah, it won't be long yeah, yeah, yeah, it won't be long, yeah, till I belong to you." He sang.
"Where did you hear that tune, Audrey?" George asked me.
"I just made it up." I told him, fixing my skirt.
"Do you mind if we use that?" John asked, grabbing my kneecap.
I swatted his hand away. "Sure, why not?" I had just honestly made up the tune in my head. I didn't care if the guys used it.
The remainder of the car ride was spent singing the new song that we had just created together. Ringo had given Paul and John an idea when he said to make the bridge kind of bluesy.
"What? Ringo, that doesn't make any sense. This is a rock song." John just shook his head, like Ringo didn't know what he was talking about.
"Yeah, Richey, just leave the song writing to us, okay?" Paul laughed.
Ringo's head sunk a little lower. "Nah, I get what he's saying. Instead of having the bridge be up-beat, have it crescendo into the chorus. Like this: since you left me, I'm so alone and now you're coming, you're coming on home. I'll be good like I know I should, you're coming home, you're coming home!" I sang.
"Every day the tears come down from my eyes, every day I've done nothing but cry." Ringo sang. "It won't be long yeah! And then the chorus would continue."
"That's actually not that bad." John said with a smirk.
"That's actually quite good." Paul scratched his head.
"Thank you." Ringo shook his head triumphantly. I giggled. He was adorable.
"Bloody hell, Macca, Audrey likes Ringo!" John yelled.
"Shut up, Lennon!" Ringo yelled. Did I like Ringo? I wasn't sure. Out of all of them, he was the one I could talk to the most. He was really cute, too. His eyes always looked so sad, and he had the cutest nose. I shook the thoughts away and sang the song again.
We arrived at the studio and the guys forgot about 'Till There Was You' and began to record 'It Won't Be Long'. John had decided to take lead vocal while George and Paul took backup vocals.
"I'll sit in the front and wait for you guys, alright?" I sat down on a couch in the front room.
"No way!" George said, grabbing my hand.
"You basically wrote this song; you are coming into the studio with us." John told me. He pushed me down the stairs and sat me in a chair so I could watch the guys record the song.
It took only 4 takes to get the song perfectly. "Fantastic, fellas. This is gonna be a hit in America!" Brian said from upstairs.
"You did it, Audrey!" Ringo leapt from behind the drum set and ran towards me. He grabbed my waist, picked me up and we spun in circles. When he put me down, he pressed his lips to mine. My eyes widened, but then closed again and I kissed him back. When he pulled away, he began to stammer and apologize. "That wasn't very gentlemanly of me. I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing, Richard." I giggled. We looked at the band again and they were staring at us. John's eyes looked very sad and the other two looked indifferent.
"Any more hit records we can take from you?" Paul laughed.
"Let's just get out of here." John grabbed his guitar and stormed up the stairs.
Ringo grabbed my hands and pulled me up the stairs. John didn't say a word the entire car ride home. What had I done?
