George sat in his chair, strumming his guitar as he tried to figure out the chords for a particular song. John, Paul and Ringo all did their own thing in the studio, working on music or writing lyrics. The atmosphere was tense.

Occasionally, George looked up at you, with those obviously lovesick eyes that he only held for you. And Pattie, his wife, noticed. But you didn’t feel the same way— you were still attached to John, your ex-husband. Or whatever you called him— you still slept with him from time to time.

And, you also slept with George once. But it was fair, right? John had cheated a ton on you, so you had to pay him back. Plus, George had been mad at Pattie at the time.

Pattie then turned to you, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked at you, “So, are we really going to do this?” She said quietly, though there was a hint of irritation in her soft voice.