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The Last Words
"W-what?" Paul asked, shaking his head at the nonsense that Ringo was telling him. "He's in the hospital, almost dead. If not, no longer living at all." Ringo gravely repeated over the phone. Paul clutched his heart, and ran to grab the keys to his car, but not before murmuring a quick,"Bye," to Ringo and hanging up the phone.
He started the vehicle, and climbed in the drivers seat. Paul drove way over the speed limit, as tears flowed out of the his doe eyes. He finally made it to the airport, and he rushed inside.
"One ticket to New York?" He asked the lady at the counter. She shook her head, and he screeched," BUT I'M PAUL FUCKING MCCARTN
Across The Universe
John sighs into the microphone, sitting on a stool with his guitar. He looks around the studio to glance at George, snacking away on something nervously. John decides not to wonder what is stressing the young guitarist, and looks at Ringo instead. Ringo is fiddling with his rings, and switches to beat on his snare drum once or twice before going back to fiddling. Paul walks in front of John's view, almost sassily, which kind of makes John want to laugh. But he doesn't. No one laughs in this studio anymore. He turns behind him and smiles wearily at his loving girlfriend, Yoko, before turning back around. "Across the Universe, take one." he mum
"P-Paul?" George poked the heavily sleeping figure in the side, and got only a
muffled "Hmm?" in return.
"PAWLIE!" the younger man shoved Paul violently enough
for him to almost fall out of the bed. Almost.
The bassist regained his balance before he tumbled over the side, and glared at George. "What do ye want? It's like 6 in the morning!" he asked, adding a yawn afterward for effect.
George put his puppy dog face on, and replied, "I can't find my camera! Have ye
seen it?" Paul groaned.
That's what he woke Paul up for? His camera?
"Ye got money, go buy yerself a new one." Paul stated bluntly, before turning over
and pulling the
When Left Alone~Drumming some music quietly
that's just something about me
I don't drum loud
Practicing the same thing over and over again
secretly wondering when this will end
I hear a sound
Ignore it, I say, and continue my beat
until I hit something with my feet
I drop a stick.
It lands right on my poor thumb
which has now become numb
and then it clicks.
Running water, I've heard it before
Take a step outside my door
I hear nothing.
Roaming the house
I begin to have doubt
that I heard anything
Go back up in defeat
grabbing my music sheets
I hear it once more
Sighing, I stand
Sticks in my hand
I check the floor
Pain in my thumb sti
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