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It was about four am. I had gone to sleep two hours ago, planning to sleep for most of the day since i didn't have to work. I heard the phone ring, waking me up. I groan but nevertheless, walk to the phone. Picking it up, I hear an awkward but familiar laugh. "What did you do?" I ask, already knowing it was John and he was definitely in some sort of trouble. "Well, love, you see... we're in the studio and we didn't really think about how we needed keys or someone else to open the door for us, and..." He begins. "So you're locked in the recording booth and you need me to let you out?" I interrupt. "Yes! Exactly." I can practically see his smile. "I don't know, John. I'm really enjoying this peace and quiet." I tease. "Please. I'm losing my mind in here." He begs. "All right. I'll be there soon." I sigh, hanging up the phone and grabbing my coat. I walk out to the car and begin my drive to the studio.
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I unlock the front door to the studio and make my way inside, kicking the snow off of my boots. I walk into the recording room and I see the four boys passed out on top of one-another. I smile as I unlock the door. "All right, you guys are free to go." I sigh. The first one to run out was Ringo, then George, Paul following. John slowly crept out, kissing my cheek in the process. "Next time you boys wanna do this, bring a key." I remind them. They all nod in agreement. "John, you coming with me?" I ask. "Oh, no. We're staying here. Just need the key." He replies. I toss Paul the key. "Well, i'll be on my way. See you boys later." I smile.
