things we said today;;

Young Paul McCartney appreciation post.

Paul seems quiet animated in a conversation with Brian Jones and Keith Richards at the London premiere of HELP

The Beatles in Weston-Super_Mare and Bournemouth

The Beatle looked up from his newspaper at the semi-crowded buffet hall at his his hotel. Surprised to find he had a visitor, he met eyes with the doe eyed young woman before him, shaking his head in negation. “No, doll, I’aven’… ‘m’sorry…”

“Okay, thanks anyway. If you do see it, it’s a dark green Fender Stratocaster.” Sarah explained.

The Beatle looked up from his newspaper at the semi-crowded buffet hall at his his hotel. Surprised to find he had a visitor, he met eyes with the doe eyed young woman before him, shaking his head in negation. “No, doll, I’aven’… ‘m’sorry…”

“Okay, thanks anyway. If you do see it, it’s a dark green Fender Stratocaster.” Sarah explained.

Within his partner’s arms, Paul shifted in an attempt to sit up. “Jen… Listen, just give me five more minutes ‘n I can… r-roll through, see, I just need s’m’tha’ water…” It had not yet occurred to Paul that he’d even collapsed. He was in a sort of a daze. McCartney sat up in one swift motion and it was then that the site of shattered glass and a puddle of water met his eyes. “Th-tha’ water… r’there… oh, fuck…”

         The group standing around the two of them had separated, whisking off to the venue’s management to discuss dispersing the crowd of girls bound to be in a fit of upset. Jen pulled the ill Beatle closer, switching arms and putting the cold back of their hand on the side of McCartney’s face. Their own expression had a twinge of furiousness inside their deep concern. “You said you were okay. You were going to go onstage like this?” If Paul hadn’t gotten up so quickly like that, he could have fainted in the middle of the set.

Paul held onto his partner's hand as though for dear life. He desperately needed that water. "'m sorry, Love... wasn' s'ppose' t'happen... I just wanted to keep a move on..."