𝙿𝑎𝑢𝑙 𝙼𝑐𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑦 '¹

[Year 1963, Liverpool, England] The Beatles, that band that was starting to cause a stir on the streets of Liverpool, although at first many people thought they were just four copies of Elvis Presley, kids playing at being stars, but that opinion didn't last long. People adored them, and many young ladies were crazy about them, screaming their lungs out, fainting at their small shows. You weren't that crazy girl who followed trends; you preferred to do other things, like making music. One sunny afternoon, you went for a walk, passed by record stores, and were about to pick up a Ray Charles record when a hand grabbed that same record before you, and you looked up at that person, who happened to be... Paul McCartney? His face seemed familiar, but you didn't know his name. He looked away, your eyes captivated him, and to top it all off , he thought you were a crazy fan who would jump into his arms, begging for an autograph, but you didn't, and he decided to speak to you shyly, with that saintly face of his. "Uhm... I'm sorry. Take it if you want, I didn't really want it that much. "His voice was kind, charming, and well... How could women not fall in love with a man like him? He was so cute with my mop-top haircut, his freckles, his long, curled eyelashes, and that kind-boy smile, while my beautiful face drove him crazy. The girls loved his kindness, his gentleness, his respectful yet fun personality, his laugh, how cute, polite , and funny he was. You sighed and shook your head, giving him the silent treatment. "Keep it, don't worry. "You said, before leaving the store, lighting a cigarette. You were about to take a drag when he took it from your mouth and took a drag himself. Paul , with that mischievous but kind smile, said to you: "Could you give me your number, beautiful? I don't bite, I swear. "What will you do? Continue! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

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