All You Need Is Love

And in The End...

YEAR: 1969

The Beatles are coming to an end. It was breaking hearts all around the world. John announced that he was going to be leaving after Abbey Road. When Abbey Road and Let It Be were being recorded, for the Let It Be documentary, Paul invited us to the studio regularly, so the kids could enjoy the last few moments of the Beatles. For some odd reason the kids really liked the song Maxwell's Silver Hammer; must've been the kidish tone to it. But out of all the songs they were recording, Here Comes the Sun was their favorite, and it was my favorite too. Each day when we came home from the studio we were all happy for a moment, then we realized that it'd be ending soon. One morning, before we all headed to the studio with Paul I was making breakfast. Without even realizing it, I was singing.

"Little darling, it's been a long, cold, lonely winter," I hummed for a bit, "here comes the sun,"
"Doo, do, doo" Paul chipped in.
"Here comes the sun," I sang louder, "and I say," Paul grabbed my waist and pulled me close.
"It's alright," we sang together. He rested his head on my shoulder and we began 'dancing' through the kitchen.
"What are ye gonna do when ye guys break up?"
"I dunno love, lets just not talk about it,"
"Alright," I stopped dancing, "what do ye wanna talk about then?"
"Let's just eat in peace," he smiled.

After breakfast we all went to the studio. They had finished up Abbey Road pretty fast. Around noon they all went outside and began shooting for the album cover. John wanted to walk across the cross walk that lead to the Abbey Road studio. Paul looked ridiculous, he was wearing a suit with flip flops, his shirt wasn't tucked in and he kept smoking; he knew how much I hated him smoking. After every time he crossed the road he came over to speak to me or give me a kiss, but I pushed him away. I hated it when he smoked, and yet, the 12 years we have been together, he never bothered to stop or try to quit. While George gladly quit for Jude, he hasn't smoked in over 4 months.

When they finished taking the perfect picture, which took a good 2 hours, they went back inside to finish recording Let It Be, the album and the documentary. Heather and Mary jumped in the movie a few times, they loved being on camera, while I was in the corner trying hard not to be seen. I didn't like getting my picture taken or being recorded or being the center of attention, which made it really hard being married to Paul. He loved getting his picture taken, when he was in the right mood he loved being recorded, and he obviously loved being the center of attention.

Before I knew it, the boys were done recording both albums and the movie was nearly finished.

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YEAR: 1970

"Alright, so Paul, don't forget to dress nice tomorrow. All of ye dress nice," John yelled.
"Why do they need to dress nice?" Yoko asked.
"Cause, we're doin one last concert," he replied.
"Where?"
"One the roof of Apple Corps," he smiled, "tell yer friends, family, tell everyone!" he cheered as he walked out of the studio with Yoko.

Paul came home that night, looking kind of depressed. The kids began to worry, and so did I. When he got home he sat on the couch, he refused to talk, he just cuddled with Martha; she always made him feel better. When I sent the kids to bed, I sat down with Paul and tried to figure out what was wrong.

"Paul, talk to me, what's wrong?"
"After tomorrow, it's over,"
"Why tomorrow?"
"Our last performance. Its an end of an era Mich,"
"It's alright Paulie, you'll get through it," he let go of Martha and began cuddling with me. He placed his head on my shoulder, I wrapped my arms around him and began caressing his hair. I lightly kissed his forehead as I hugged him tighter. I soon began singing, to make him feel better. "And in the end...the love you take...is equal to the love...you make," he got up from my grip and smiled. He leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss; he soon cupped my face and continued kissing me. He then tried undoing my shirt but I pushed him off. "No Paul! I know yer upset, but ye can't get rid of it by havin sex!"
"I know, I'm sorry Michelle,"
"It's alright," I whispered, opening my arms again, offering to cuddle. He gladly accepted and wrapped himself up in my arms again. Without even knowing it, we fell asleep on the couch, in each others arms.
The next morning, Heather woke us up when she turned on the telly. When we woke up, we looked to each other an smiled.
"Last time we did that is when we got engaged ," he whispered.
"I know," he gave me a quick kiss and got up to get ready for the concert. "Heather, get dressed, we gotta go. Daddy's gonna do a concert."
"Kay mum," she got up and ran to her room, Martha followed.
I soon went up so I could get Mary and Stella up. When I walked into Mary's room, she we already up and dressed. I gave her a quick smile then walked out. Then I went into Stella's room, she was already up and dressed as well.
"Stella,"
"Yeah mummy?"
"Did daddy get ye up and dressed?"
"Yes,"
"Alright," I closed the door and walked into my room, to see Paul crying on our bed. I went over to him and gave him a tight hug. "Ye can get through this, I know ye can," he didn't respond, which was okay. he just cried into my shoulder and held my hand. "C'mon, I got to get dressed. There's some tea downstairs, I'd drink some if I were ye," he just nodded and walked out of our room.
I got dressed in some jeans and a button down shirt; I put on a pair of slip on shoes. I just put my hair up into a pony tail and put on some very light makeup. In the blink of an eye, we were at the concert.

The concert was amazing yet depressing. The boys performed beautifully, but it saddened everyone, knowing that it was their last concert ever. The concert wasn't even that long, it only lasted for about 20 minutes. When they began singing, Get Back, I knew that it would all be over soon.

"Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner
But he knew it wouldn't last.
Jojo left his home in Tucson, Arizona
For some California grass.

Get back, get back.Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back.Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back Jojo. Go home
Get back, get back.Back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back. Back to where you once belonged
Get back Jojo

Sweet Loretta Martin thought she was a woman
But she was another man
All the girls around her say she's got it coming
But she gets it while she can

Get back, get back.Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back.Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back Loretta. Go home
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged,"
"Thank ye all very much and I hope that we passed the audition," John uttered.

When they walked back in the building, everyone, Lucy, Zak, Jude, Dhani, Yoko, Heather, Mary, Stella, and I were waiting. We were all crying, like every other person in the world. The boys came up to each of us and hugged us. When John got to me, he placed a kiss on my forehead and whispered, "I'm just thinkin," in my ear; then he walked away with Yoko.
The car ride home for my family was rather quiet, no one wanted to speak. Then Heather said what we all were thinking.
"Daddy, why did The Beatles break up?"
"Just let it be Heather," he angrily said.
"Okay," she whispered.

The next morning, I picked up the paper at the front door. I nearly spit out my tea when I read the headline.

"I'm quitting The Beatles" Paul McCartney

I slammed the front door and walked into the kitchen.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!" I yelled as I threw the paper on the table. The kids became frightened. "YE SAID JOHN WAS QUITTING!"
"He was, I just wanted to quit first,"
"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YE DO THAT!" he didn't answer me. "WHAT IS WITH YE ALWAYS HAVIN TO BE THE CENTER OF ATTENTION!"
As I was yelling at Paul, we heard something crash through the glass in our front door.
"Stay here with the kids," he said. He ran to the front door, to find an angry John, holding a copy of this mornings newspaper.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS MCCARTNEY!"
"JOHN!" I yelled, as I caught up with Paul at the door. "Why the fuck would ye do this?" I yelled, throwing the rock he used to smash our window, back at him.
"I'm sorry Michelle, I'm pretty FUCKING MAD!" his voice got even louder.
"Get the fuck off my property,"
"Michelle-"
"OFF LENNON!"
John began walking, with his head down; he bumped into someone on the street as he walked home.
"Ow! Watch it ye prick,"
John lifted his head, he recognized that voice in a heartbeat. He lifted his head and turned around.
"Cynthia..."