To say the least John was upset.
Currently I was in the boys dressing room as they had just finished up their day of filming. John hadn't spoken to me for the rest of the day after I had explained to him, Ringo and Paul everything that had happened between my father since I'd arrived.
Ringo and Paul were very supportive however, they were so glad I had the chance to reconnect with my father.
"John d'you have a light?" Paul asked putting a cigarette to his lips.
John grabbed one off of his table and threw it to Paul grumpily, Paul catching it after fumbling it slightly between his hands.
Paul rolled his eyes at John before lighting his cigarette, taking a large drag and puffing out a large white cloud.
"How many days of shooting do we have left?" Ringo asked combing his hair in the vanity mirror.
"About a week or so." George replied pulling off his suit jacket.
"A few more weeks until the Virgin Islands Rings." Paul sang in a funny voice excitedly puffing out another cloud of smoke.
Ringo started to hum the tune of Moonlight Swim by Elvis Presley making me smile.
"Our lips and our arms close within each others reach will be, on a moonlight swim." Paul began to sing along grabbing a comb as a microphone then pretending to slick back his hair like Elvis while having his cigarette handing out of the side of his mouth.
"Fuck." John mumbled suddenly realizing something, making Ringo and Paul stop goofing around. I winced slightly at John's harshness.
"Are we still going to Tahiti George? Since, you and, Pattie," John looked over to George trailing off.
"Oh. Erm, I hadn't thought about that." George replied looking down to his feet.
I was slightly confused. I hadn't been told they were all going on vacation once they were done filming. Would I be back to Liverpool by then?
I had also felt a large pang of guilt realizing George had planned to go on vacation with Pattie and I had gotten in the way of their trip. I just felt so awful about the whole thing and I wasn't sure what I could do about it.
"We can figure it out later." John grumbled looking back to his own things.
"Poppy." Cynthia came in giggling as she held Julian against her chest with both arms.
"Yes?" I asked from the corner of the room I was in trying not to say anything to embarrass myself.
"Victor wants to speak to you." She motioned with her head to the door.
"Victor, as in Spinetti?" Paul smirked looking over to the two of us.
Cynthia nodded vigorously, smirking back maniacally.
"Penelope." Paul teased me gasping as if it were scandalous.
I blushed, my eyes scanning over the boys to see George's reaction in slight curiosity, seeing his jaw was clenched tightly as he shoved his wallet into his pocket and gathered his things to leave.
"Oh, alright." I whispered meekly following Cynthia out of the dressing room.
I saw Victor waiting as he fiddled with his thumbs leaning against the other side of the wall in the hallway.
My breathing hitched as my nerves began to get the best of me; What was I doing? I was allowing Cynthia to control my love life once again and I would probably come to regret it very soon.
