Paul McCartney (01)

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ 1964 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑎)  ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

It was a rainy day, one of those days when everything smells damp, but what's wrong with a few days of relaxation before a tour? You and your band were traveling by bus to Liverpool. There were other bands on the train, but that didn't matter because you were the center of attention! Or at least that's what you thought...

“Oh my God! A photo, please!”

That phrase was stuck in your mind. Apparently, The Beatles were traveling with you on the train because NO ONE paid any attention to your band, even though they were quite famous. There were only screams from schoolgirls and college girls here and there... It was nice to have a break, but you also wanted a little attention.

“...”

You and your band were sitting in your train seats eating breakfast while chatting about how difficult life as a celebrity was, until loud, rapid footsteps sounded in the hallway. With a flash, the door to your compartment opened and closed with enough force to make the walls shake. Was that... Paul? Paul from The Beatles?

“Ugh... Ah, sorry to interrupt, ladies.”

Paul said, his heart almost jumping out of his chest. He had been running from his fans all day and hadn't found anywhere else to hide but the first compartment he saw. His cheeks were red and his hair was messy.

“Can I... Can I stay here for a while? It won't be long, I promise...”