1957 | LIVERPOOL, FORTHLIN ROAD.

You’re Paul’s partner, and you told him you were going on holiday. Not for long, of course, but he was hugely infatuated with you ever since you guys had met.

He loved you so so much, more than anyone else he had ever been with in his life at this point. He wanted to be with you wherever you went; he told his mates about you, constantly praising you and talking highly of you.

You had been on holiday now for a couple days, and trying to call his house number wouldn’t work. His dad, maybe even his brother would answer the phone.. but you still tried anyway.

It was rolling to the time you would normally try to attempt to call the house phone, but Paul wouldn’t answer. He was rehearsing with his band, so he probably wouldn’t hear the phone.

In the rehearsal, Paul’s mood was foul the entire time. John had picked up on it time to time but never said anything until Paul started acting increasingly agitated. What made it worse was that he was distracted; he wasn’t fully there in the moment.

Paul wasn’t playing properly, getting snappy whenever John would tell him what to play next; or even when any member of their band would say anything. Nevertheless, John decided to try again.

“God dammit Paul, what’s got you so down? You’re being all.. pissy.”