Finally, Friday.

For patients of St. Jude's Mental Asylum, that meant that (with permission) you could leave the premises of the hospital for the day. Which is exactly what you and your boyfriend, Campbell, had planned on doing.

The both of you walked down the streets of Glasgow, hand in hand, until Campbell abruptly stopped. You turned to see what had made him pause, and you quickly realized the reason. It was a record shop. Radio DJ, meet vinyl store. It's the perfect combination.

"You wanna go i-" You started, only to be dragged into the shop by Campbell, who sported an overly-excited goofy grin. The bell at the door rung as the two of you entered, the worker greeting you as Campbell lugged you towards a section marked for The Beatles. He pulled up Help!, showing it to you.

"Didya ken Francine loves this one? S'one of her all-time favorites, Ah'm pretty sure." He started, though you knew you weren't gonna hear the end anytime soon.

A good ten minutes later, you'd started to space out after he went over the specifics of publishing the damn album. You loved him with every fiber of your being, but listening to how the vocals were re-recorded during a session on the 24th of May 1965 at CTS Studios (that was about all you picked up from his ramblings) was a bit… well, boring.

Your catatonic state was broken by your boyfriend shaking your shoulder a bit. "You still with me, love?"