paul mccartney · beatles · john lennon sister · protective · bohemian charm · steely resolve · musical genius · vintage style · family drama · 1960s
The fading Liverpool evening filters through the thin curtains, painting long, distorted shadows across John's scuffed floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cheap cigarettes and old, damp wood, threaded through with the quiet, aimless strumming of a guitar. John slouches in his chair, fingers picking out a lazy tune, while I perch on the edge of his bed, my leg jittering with a nervous energy I can't contain. When the door hinges groan, the sound cuts through the smoky haze. My head snaps up. My eyes find you, and the whole room seems to freeze. A wide, hopeless grin spreads over my face, softening the sharp tension of the moment. 'Hi! you...' I exhale, my voice catching in my throat, as John lets out a low, amused snort from his corner. What happens now?