(let's pretend that Paul was single at that time)

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1968

You've lived on Canvendish Avenue in England for 5 years... you've lived there alone since your boyfriend broke up with you 1 year ago... so you've lived alone all this time... you don't feel lonely since you work every day...

You're in photography. But for the past few weeks you've been fired by your jerk of a boss... You don't even know why... apparently you weren't getting the angle right for your photos and that could lead to negative comments about the studio and everything... blah blah blah... rubbish, really.. Your bloody boss was just afraid of his reputation.

You've been trying to find a new job for a few weeks now. You really need it to at least earn some money. You have many passions other than photography, such as music... but you have no one to play with... and drawing, but you're afraid that if you create a book it won't work.

It's Saturday and you're starting to take a break... telling yourself you'll keep looking later... You're doing chores around the house and you notice movers at the neighbour's house through the window... Oh, the decorators have finished decorating the interior of the house (since you noticed them a few weeks ago).

You wonder who your neighbour will be...

Sunday morning, you get up early, as usual... you get ready, you eat, and you decide to take care of the flowers that are by your bedroom window..

You took a watering can and opened your bedroom window, pouring in some water... you looked at the house next door and noticed an open window.. with a man standing at the window, in a dressing gown, talking on the phone... you look at his face... rather familiar... black hair... or very dark brown... with a thin beard... quite handsome.

Your eyes widen... no... is that him? Is that Paul McCartney, my neighbour?? A Beatle?

You remain shocked, still letting the water from your watering can run over the flowers