I should've known better.

Torn between two lovers, feelin' like a fool
Lovin' both of you is breakin' all the rules
Torn between two lovers, feelin' like a fool
Lovin' you both is breakin' all the rules

Paul had to leave quite abruptly after realising the time. Before he scurried out of the door, completely unconcerned about being seen. He managed to tell me that he, John and George are going to perform on a demonstration tape for Lu Walters of Rory Storm and the Hurricanes, in a proper studio, which I thought was quite good. Apparently Ringo, who I remembered from the other day, was going to fill in for Pete on drums as Pete wasn't going to be there for a reason which Paul spent no time in telling me.

George had mentioned something about it the other night, I thought. But he didn't make it sound anywhere as near as fancy as Paul had. He hadn't even mentioned a studio, or a tape, just that they were going to play for 'some guy', and, well, I thought they were going to put on a little concert or something, not play on a tape in a studio. I feel ashamed for not really being excited for George, not that he was over the moon about it either, but still.

I could hardly wait to tell Shannon about me and Paul, but I could wait for the row she would give me, not only for going back to Paul, but did leading George on. But I hardly feel like I did that at all. Regardless of the dread of our conversation, I opened to door of the Kaiserkeller uninvited, knowing that all the boys would be out, perhaps not Pete but let's hope. I saw as expected, Shannon sitting crossed legged on John bed, reading a letter with a few sprawled out in front of her.

"Oh, Hello." She said deflated, looking up to see me, before looking back at the letter in her hands, and I didn't have to read who it was addressed to to know why she was disheartened. "These are from Cynthia" she mocked, despite how obvious that already was. "She seems a drag, proper cringe like." She insisted, messing around through the papers to pull out a letter which was coloured pink and shaped like a heart, she read the words on the paper in a whiny voice. "Oh Johnny, how I miss you, come home soon darling, all the love in the world, your Cynthia." She spat her name, as though it was a disease.

I shrugged, walking over to sit behind her, reading the letter over her shoulder nosily, and saw that it had little hearts dotting the 'i's "I told you he had a girlfriend." I told her on a sing-song voice, resting my chin on her shoulder. "I don't know why you're so-"

"And he's just as bad!" She cried, startling me slightly. After a bit of rummaging, she pulled up another letter, this time it had a drawing of a boy and a girl kissing, little hearts exploding around them. 'To Cyn, I love love love you' written above the figures, with 'I miss miss miss you, from Johnny' written below them, including an excessive amount of kisses. "Johnny" she mocked. She sighed loudly, dramatically, while flopping back against me, defeated. "Still fancy him, though."

"Okay, Juliet-." I started, pushing her off of me.

"If only it was that simple." I rolled my eyes, she faced me with a happier face than expected. She was only teasing, really.

"I got something to tell you" she seemed to have a moment of remembrance, but I decided that I'd just ask her when I've told her. "I'm back with Paul." I said, half expecting a squeal, half expecting a telling off. I was not expecting her to let out an unnecessary sigh of relief while uttering the words 'thank god', but that's exactly what she did. "What?" I asked unsure.

She glanced at me, cautiously. "Let's just saw George treated us to a little show yesterday, co-staring of the city locals." I look at her shocked, I knew George took a girl home, but I didn't think it was a prostitute.