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9th of November 1966
At cavendish avenue, a living-room light was on, inside of it was Paul McCartney, sitting on his sofa, flipping through the TV guide to see if he could catch something, the soft voice of Simon and Garfunkel’s sound of silence accompanying him.
”well now, look at this” he mumbled to himself while crossing 'the monkees show', it was a new one, one that he heard before, many of the producers of their failed film 'so easy to fall in love' were talking about that project and even handed him a draft, he found it funny so he decided to watch the finish work.
He got up, swinging his legs to the closest grocery store for some snacks...and maybe a beer. This days he had pick up a habit of drinking, is not like he didn't before but after what happened with Jane he needed a little boost, beer and groupies saved his weekend, though he would've prefered being with John but he wasn't allowed now, he went to spain to act in Dick's new film, although he called twice a week, sometimes three times.
He also saw him in Paris a month before, on his birthday, and he noticed he liked some of his facial features, his granny-like glasses, his pointy nose, his almond eyes, how fluffy his hair looked with his new haircut; it made him feel…fond? Romantic, even? He was in the city of love after all.
He called John 2 hours ago, sitting in his armchair at a phone he had beside his sofa, state-of-the-art.
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“So, how’s Madrid?” He asked on the other line
”Increíble mi amore” Paul laughed “I really like the weather here, very warm, and the music ‘Madrid Madrid Madrid’” he sang “come on Paul, join me”
Paul chuckled before replying in harmony “Madrid Madrid Madrid” they said gibberish after the chorus, not understanding a word of spanish
”Well” John said while catching his breath
“Well, so, quite exciting”
”Yes it is, the people are a bit rude sometimes”
”Maybe is just their tone”
“Maybe, so how’s you bachelorette life? Any groupies complaining?”
”Good, I guess, and I’m not pulling a lot of birds actually”
”Your looks not doing it for ‘em?”
”No, yes, maybe I don’t know, haven’t looked since you left, I actually” he paused a bit “I like more spending time with you, and if I’m being honest” he gulped before saying it “I’m quite missing you”
”Awww” John said, Paul couldn’t tell if it was for real or pure sarcasm “and what do you miss most about me?” He teased “My personality? My jokes?”
“Well” Paul starting blushing, playing with the phone chord “i actually miss your stupid face” a wide grin escaping his lips
”Really?”
”Yes, your unique nose, have I ever told how interesting I find it?”
”I don’t think so, macca” a grin of his own rising John’s cheek, he could hear it in his voice
”Well now you know” he heard a shout from the other end of the line
“Sorry, have to go, boss’s pushing me”
”Okay, when will you come back?”
”Next week, maybe”
”Fine” Paul exhaled “goodbye, see ya next week then”
“Goodbye” the silence hang on there for a minute, letting their goodbyes flow through the international wires “y’know what” John said suddenly
”hmm” Paul hummed
”You can come with Brian, y’know to pick me up from the airport”
”Well that’s nice”
”And I” he cleared his throat “I’ll let you kiss me nose”
“Oh” Paul said in awe “I-I, god John, thank you I guess so, god I’ve been missing your recklessness too”
”And I’ve been missing your cuteness too” Paul blush
”Well, toodle-oo”
“Cheerios” Paul hung up
He went to his piano, smiling like a fool, wanting to let the instrument tell his new emotion, starting slow to something more upbeat, images of ballroom halls filling his mind.
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“That’ll be 0.19 quid sir”
”Thank you” Paul said while handing the money, in his hands was a pack of m&m’s, cigarettes and a Pepsi, he decided he won’t drink tonight
<Should I call a cab?> He thought <Nah, I’ll better walk> he’s been getting a little chubby lately. Diving into the lonely streets of a nighttime London was actually quite peaceful, leaving him time to think what he’s going to do once John comes back
Making his way home, putting a feet in front of the other, he noticed how beautiful London can be in the dim light of the midnight sun, how it reflected back into the pavement, or the gently way the grass was lifted by the wind. He took a deep breath of fresh air, letting the gloomy weather fill his lungs, he looked up at the moon, slowly making its way into the sky with yellow-ish and white milk tones, truly mesmerizing, it was so cozy he could just mel-
A loud contrasting sound took him by surprise, he turned around to face a flash like lightning, it blind him, until it hit him
then silence…
nothing but black filled his vision…
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He woke up, feeling the concrete floor upon his spine and the taste of blood in his mouth, he sat up with his back tense while eyeing his surroundings; he was in the same street but he didn’t saw the truck or it’s driver that was responsible of this, <greedy bastard, not helping a Beatle>, upset, he got up and picked up his stuff, that were surprisingly in good state, besides the Pepsi that prolly ran out of gas by being shaken, he was feeling well enough to walk to his house.
Once he was inside he lay upon his sofa, grabbing a pack of tissues to clean his bloody nose while turning his TV on, not wanting to miss the show; the situation he was in was almost comical if the think about it.
There were some ads before the airing, Paul got up to the kitchen to fix himself some tea.
”Beatle Paul McCartney was hit by a car this evening, he is now in the hospital”
<Didn’t know the news could catch that so soon>he laughed <probably saying that I’m in the hospital to relax the fans>
He sat down again, the show starting. He laughed through most of it, a little giggle here and there, he wished John could be here with him, making him laugh even harder, his wittiness replacing the bad jokes; a sense of yearning flow through him.
Paul continued with his night, getting ready to bed, following cautiously his night routine with the sound of the TV as background noise
”We interrupted this transmission to inform that Beatle Paul McCartney died in his hospital room, we’ll do a minute of silence to mourn the dead of a legend, a man who changed music in his short lifespan, Rest In Peace”
Paul stare bewildered at the TV
<Dead?>