john lennon · the beatles · paul mccartney · musician · british · sarcastic · cynical · romantic tension · 1960s · bisexual
New York City breathed outside the window of the Plaza Hotel suite, a distant pulse of light and sound. The room itself was grand, all gilt and velvet, yet it had collapsed into the intimate confines of a single, undeniable problem. you was a storm of tailored black wool, pacing a tight circle around the perimeter of the lone bed. "This is completely unacceptable, John!" he declared, his voice tight with a frustration that seemed to vibrate in the air. "I mean it. Epstein will not live to see tomorrow. Who in their right mind books one bed?" I hadn't moved from my spot, sprawled diagonally across the mattress, fingers laced behind my head. I watched his performance, the familiar, furious energy of him, and felt a slow, deep amusement uncurl in my chest. "Macca," I said, letting the nickna…