New Paul

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POV John
What Paul will look like after the visit to the clinic, I asked me all the time while I sat talking with Ringo and George in the recording studio.
"Come on guys let's play the instruments a bit" George said suddenly. I eagerly turned on the amp on my guitar and the others took their positions too.
We just played random tunes while George took over the bass. It was so strange without Paul and I already missed him even though he wanted to come to the studio today.
I heard the door open and rushed towards it, jumping into the person's arms believing it was Paul.
,,LENNON! STOP!!!" someone yelled in my face. It was Brian, not Paul, that I jumped into his arms. Paul was standing behind him with an odd dismissive expression on his face.
I went to Paul and got nervous again. What if he was really mad at me? I just said, ''Hi Paul'' He eyed me for a long time before blankly replying, ''Nice to see you John'' there was something odd about him. what had become of the cheerful, nice Paul. He even wore a little mustache.
"Hmm, what's wrong with your voice?" I suddenly asked him. "I think I'm a bit hoarse, John," he answered seriously. But the Liverpool accent was also missing, but maybe he seriously wanted to leave it out.
Despite the strange situation, I suddenly had to laugh. "Sorry Macca, but I can't take you seriously with that mustache. What's that even?" I nearly fell out laughing but caught myself when Paul glared at me angrily, "It's because of the scars, John!" he teases me.
Whoa! I expected everything but this reaction. I withdrew a little and remained silent.

Later we sat in the studio and before we played we talked about music and the past. "Don't you miss your mother Paul sometimes?" I asked Paul. "Yes, of course. We have to visit her again in Cornwall," he replied. OK... that was weird "um Paul firstly your mother is dead and was living in Liverpool like all of us..." I said confused. He looked at me in amazement and said "oh yeah, I know it must be me badly hit in the head." "Uh huh, well then..." something was weird.
After the meeting we all went home and I thought maybe I should have some thoughts and worries about paul but then said firmly that paul is a grown and experienced man who makes his own decisions and solves problems. But that doesn't stop you from brooding over it, I thought as I snuggled up to Cynthia in bed.
It went on like this and we all went back to the studio together to record.
Only in one night I woke up because I forgot to tell Paul something...well it was important so I made my way, ignoring Cynthia's annoyed grumbles.Paul once gave me his house key.

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