John grabbed Paul's hand, pulling him into a building and through a multitude of halls.
"So, where're we going exactly?"
"You'll see." John said with a smirk.
John passed a few
"Paul, this is my friend, Billy Shears."
"Billy Shears?"
"Hi, I'm the leader of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. John tells me you play well." Billy said, extending a welcoming hand.
"Mm, I guess. Kinda good." Paul shrugged.
"Well this band is for anyone with a lonely heart."
"Heh, practically the story of my life."
"Great! So, let me just hear your sound, and I can see if you're fit for the band." Billy handed Paul an acoustic guitar.
"You know the song Maggie Mae?"
"How could I not?"
Oh, dirty Maggie Mae, they have taken her away
And she never walks down the lime street anymore
Oh, the judge he guilty found her, of robbin' the homeward bounder,
That dirty, no good, robbin' Maggie Mae!
'Tis the part of Liverpool she returned me to,
Two pound ten a week, that was my pay...
"Wow. Awesome. You're in. Will quit a few days ago, so you'll be a perfect fit."
"Does that mean-"
Billy extended a had out to Paul. "Welcome to Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, Paul."
"Wait,"
"Wait? Why wait?"
"Can I think about it first?"
"Um, sure, I guess. Why?"
"I- uh, need to check a few things first."
"Okay...?"
.......
Paul pulled the picture he found earlier out of his pocket. A lovely lady with lovely flowers in her hair.
"Paul, why'd you say you wanna wait? You had a clear cut chance!"
Paul ignored the question, gazing at the woman.
"Paul? Paul?"
"Hmm?"
"You didn't answer the question."
"Sorry, what was the question again?"
"Why'd you say you wanted to wait?"
"Because of her."
"Her? Who her?"
"This her." Paul showed John the picture.
"Never saw her before."
"Me neither. Someone dropped it. I need to find them. To return the picture. Could be important."
"You just want to find that bird."
"Maybe, but love is strange."
"So you're quoting Buddy Holly?"
"No, I just said love is strange."
"But how can you be in love with a photograph."
"Because, love is strange. Why do little girls pick flowers? Because they're pretty. Why do people buy art? Because it says something. This is a pretty picture and it says something to me. That's why I love it and I need to find this girl."
"You sure?"
"I've never been so sure about anything in my whole life."
