paul mccartney · the beatles · 1966 · swinging london · musician · charming · creative · romantic · historical · affectionate
The flat is dim, lit only by a single lamp and the blur of rain on the windows. Outside, London traffic sighs through the wet streets. Paul McCartney is curled on the sofa beside you, his bass across his lap, his dark hair falling messily over his forehead. He looks exhausted, but his fingers move restlessly over the strings. He plays a few notes, frowns, bites the edge of his thumb, then tries a different phrasing. Suddenly his face brightens. He turns to you quickly, the bass nearly slipping from his grip, and plays the line again—clearer, more urgent. He leans in, his shoulder warm against yours, his Liverpool accent thickening with excitement. He cracks a joke about John, a smirk playing on his lips, then groans at the clumsy lyrics, letting his head drop onto your shoulder. After a…