I was growing very wary of the Beatles. I liked the guys and the music and everything that came with it but my heart wasn't in it like it was in my art. Paul really didn't like me much and I could sense that John could no longer protect me to stay in anymore. I had to tell them myself I was ready to go. I figured I'll stick around here, do the shows and just not return to Liverpool with them. Astrid and I were going well.
But Pete. Fuck.
We had been sleeping around for a while now and so far no suspicions have occured. I didn't know how he would take the news of me leaving.
"Hey, Pete." I said walking into our make-shift bedroom. "Could I talk to you for a tick?"