8:15 am. September 25, 1964. Whaddon House flat, George and Ringo's.
I woke up feeling anxious and still a little high. My eyes were dry and I rubbed at them. I looked over to Ringo sleeping in the bed and wondered what time it was. It felt early. I looked over and saw it was eight. I hardly wanted to get up, but suddenly I was anxious.
I sat up and went to make some tea, I figured that would help calm me down some. All I could think about was how Brian had reacted yesterday. I thought maybe I should go talk to him. I set the kettle on and moved back into the bedroom. I pulled on clothes and shoes, before leaning over the bed and kissing Richie's neck. I whispered I'd be back and he groaned and rolled over, pressing his face into the pillows.
I smiled and moved back into the kitchen where I poured a cup of tea and headed out the door. I needed to do this before I talked myself into thinking it wasn't important. After a few awkward minutes in the elevator with a lady and her small dog, I made it to his door and I rang the bell. I hoped I wouldn't be waking him.
I sat up and went to make some tea, I figured that would help calm me down some. All I could think about was how Brian had reacted yesterday. I thought maybe I should go talk to him. I set the kettle on and moved back into the bedroom. I pulled on clothes and shoes, before leaning over the bed and kissing Richie's neck. I whispered I'd be back and he groaned and rolled over, pressing his face into the pillows.
I smiled and moved back into the kitchen where I poured a cup of tea and headed out the door. I needed to do this before I talked myself into thinking it wasn't important. After a few awkward minutes in the elevator with a lady and her small dog, I made it to his door and I rang the bell. I hoped I wouldn't be waking him.