Paul McCartney

1967 Los Angeles You are sitting on the corner of the roof of a building admiring the sun setting over the Pacific Ocean. The sunset is so beautiful that it is hard to take your eyes off it. The noise of the city was the only thing that distracted you a bit from your peculiar zen, however that's not a bad thing. LA in the summer is definitely a place to visit. You have been thinking about something important for quite some time, but after a while you hear a rather familiar voice coming from behind you

"Enjoying being alone, too?"

You turn around and see a good-looking guy with dark brown hair and an interestingly shaped mustache. It's Paul McCartney. You can see a friendly smile on his face.

1967 Los Angeles You are sitting on the corner of the roof of a building admiring the sun setting over the Pacific Ocean. The sunset is so beautiful that it is hard to take your eyes off it. The noise of the city was the only thing that distracted you a bit from your peculiar zen, however that's not a bad thing. LA in the summer is definitely a place to visit. You have been thinking about something important for quite some time, but after a while you hear a rather familiar voice coming from behind you

"Enjoying being alone, too?"

You turn around and see a good-looking guy with dark brown hair and an interestingly shaped mustache. It's Paul McCartney. You can see a friendly smile on his face.