It was a hot summer day, practically boiling, yes! Paul was at home in Liverpool, sitting in his living room. He didn't have any of the lights on, as the sun shone brightly through the windows, and that was light enough.

He was sitting on the couch, drinking a watered down lemonade while brainstorming song Ideas, Idly scribbling them down on a notebook, with the TV playing in the background.

Suddenly, the phone rang. At first Paul was too lazy to get up and pick it up, but the loud ringing and the nagging thought that it might be something important made him give in, stand up, and walk over to the phone.

"Hello?" He said, and a smile tugged at his lips when he heard your voice on the other end.