The Sound of Silence | Paul McCartney ✅

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Paul was already gone by the time I woke up the next morning. His side of the double bed was cool, so I guessed that he had been gone for quite a while. Momentarily, I wondered what Maureen was doing today, but then I remembered that she was travelling with Ringo, and so had gone with the boys to their next tour stop.

I sat up and looked around the room. There were two empty bottles of champagne, and two glasses on the floor where we had sat until the early hours of the morning. I was still wearing Paul's shirt that he had leant me, and my clothes were neatly folded over the back of a chair. His clothes were gone, however. Yep, he had definitely left already. I got out of bed and padded over to the bottles, picking them and the glasses up and putting them on the table beside a folded piece of paper which I was sure had not been there the night before. I picked it up and opened it, and saw that it was a note from Paul. The thought of him sitting down and writing this for me made me dizzy.

Addy,

We had to leave early this morning, and I'm sorry I didn't wake you up to say goodbye, but you just looked so peaceful. I left a kiss on your lips though and I hope that that, and the thought of me, is enough to last you until our next encounter. Keep waiting for the postcards, dolly.

Paul M.

I breathed out a sigh of content and clutched the paper to my chest. Paul McCartney was a dream. He was all that I had ever wanted, and I was only just coming to realise that. Every moment that I was with him, I wasn't Adaline Quinn the supermodel, but rather Adaline Quinn the ordinary girl from London. Paul made me feel alive, and made my world colourful and bright once again, though it had not been long monochrome. When I was with Paul McCartney, my world was not silent... and it wasn't the screaming fans that seemed to constantly surround him - Paul exuded confidence, happiness and light. He lifted my soul and made me smile. Paul McCartney was a dream.

The phone rang and I went to answer it, still clutching at the letter. "Hello?"

"Call for Miss Quinn?" The member of hotel staff said.

"Who is it?"

"A Tom Sanders -"

"I don't accept." I told him, putting the phone down with a resolute slam. Less than two minutes later, the phone rang again. I had been in the bathroom washing my face. In frustration, I threw the hotel flannel back into the warm soapy water, satisfied with the splash. I went to answer the phone once again. "What?!" I snapped.

"Phone call for Miss Quinn?"

I sighed. "If it's Mr Sanders then tell him -"

"It's Mr McCartney, ma'am."

My heart started to beat faster and I found myself nodding eagerly. "Put the call through."

Less than a moment later, I heard his voice. "Hello?"

"Paul," I breathed out, hardly able to believe that he was taking the time to call me whilst he was on the road.

"So you're happy to hear from me then?" He teased.

I nodded despite the fact that he couldn't see me. "I got your note."

"I miss you." Paul said. "Do you miss me?"

"More than I thought I would miss a man I've only met twice." Paul chuckled. "We'll have to change that."

"Indeed," he agreed. "I can't talk for long, luv - we've stopped for a rest break." He paused, "I just wanted you to know that I am thinking of you, and I will be until the 18th... and even afterwards." I smiled. "And the room is still being charged to Eppy, so order anything you want from room service -"

"Paul, I can't." I told him. "It's rude, I -"

"It'll serve the bastard right for restricting us on time last night." Paul paused, "have a mimosa on me. I'll try and call you when I can. Goodbye, luv."

"Bye, Paulie." I said as he hung up, unsure if he had heard me. I sat on Paul's side of the bed for a minute before I picked up the phone again and called reception. "I'd like to order room service to room 302. I want a mimosa, a cup of tea - with the milk separate - a bacon sandwich, a portion of chips, two sausages and a portion of beans." The hotel staff member assured me that my order was on the way and I put the phone down, waiting patiently for my breakfast.