11:14 a.m. September 14, 1964. Hotel in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

Nov 16, 2008 03:56

I'd only just gotten back to the hotel and made myself at home in my room when I was practically assaulted by the realization that George and I were...finished.

Returning to England had made it easier for me to ignore that fact. I'd been able to immerse myself in work. NEMS had bought a controlling stake in the `Mersey Beat', so there was a plethora of paperwork and meetings and various other things to occupy my mind, and at night...

Well, at night, I was free to engage in my usual activities. I'd be lying if I were to say I wasn't returning to America with an obscene amount of bruises concealed beneath my suit.

I was in no hurry to return, but the boys' tour was ending, and it would be extremely unprofessional of me to miss it. So here I was, alone in an American hotel room, with the knowledge that George no longer wanted me. It was too early to get drunk, so I did the next best thing. If I couldn't dull my pain, I might as well torture myself a bit more.

I left my room, and walked down the hallway to knock on John's door, wondering if he'd indulge me with a bit of drink and conversation.

john, brian

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