How to Change the World

Chapter 17

Cavendish Avenue was Paul McCartney's home, where he lived and worked. It fuelled memories and moments that he's been making since he began living there in 1966. Beyond being Paul's place of rest, it was also where several meetings among the Beatles would take place. Being walking distance from the studio, it was an ideal place to gather, and conveniently located in the heart of London.

Today was one of those days, as the Beatles were sitting around Paul's coffee table, sipping tea, just how they liked it. They had finished recording "All You Need is Love" that day and were discussing their upcoming movie based on their upcoming album.

"So then it'll start filming in about September," Paul said, restating the information he learned with his band mates, "and we could probably get this out before the year ends."

"Very ambitious," Ringo said sipping from his cup, "but sounds fun."

"And," Paul said, knowing that this would cause groans from the group, "since we do have a three film contract, they're beginning to work on ournext next one."

"Don't tell me we have to act in it, I'm bloody tired of that shit," John complained, raising his head to the ceiling in discontent.

"It's alright, don't worry," Paul reassured him, "they want to make it animated like a Disney movie."

A sideways smile appeared on John's face.

"Well that's good, isn't it?"

George looked at his friends as finished his doughnut before beginning his next words, "That's a lot of work. I wish sometimes we could isolate ourselves from the world and live on an island or somethin'."

"Y'know George that's not a bad idea," John said as he pointed at the man.

Paul, who was sitting next to him on the couch, looked up at surprise.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Think about it," John said as he began to paint a picture in their heads, "We could all live together there with our friends and such. It'll be fantastic, all on our own on this island. We'll put up little houses which we'll do up and knock together and live communally." His description of it was a little far from the picture in his head, one of him and Paul being able to express their affections out in the open.

"Sounds nice," Paul said as he put a hand on John's shoulder, "but that sounds like wishful thinking to me."

"Why is it wishful thinking? Aren't we fucking rich?" John responded with a slight chuckle.

"Well, that part is true," Ringo said as he put a fag to his lips, "the real question is where?"

John put a thoughtful hand on his chin.

"Greece?" he finally said.

"Greece?" Paul responded, lifting an eyebrow, "why?"

"Why not?" John responded, mocking Paul's lifted brow.

Wagging a finger in the air at John, he chuckled and nodded his head.

"Can't argue with that, can I?"

"Hey, hey," George interjected, "let's at least visit the place first!"

"You guys surely can't be serious? A bloody island?" Paul searched the faces of his band members for some truth. He jumped a little when he felt John's hands on his ear, ready to whisper something in secret.

"We've done it in Paris, don't you want to do it in Greece?"

Those words made Paul eyes widen significantly as he felt a light blush creep onto his face. The other people present took notice, confused as to what John could've said. Paul laughed like a naughty school girl as John pulled away.