june 18, 2002
j.l
i was on a tour for the release of my new album. it was big, but so was today. it was paul's birthday. sixty he would've been today. there is not a day that goes by where i don't miss him.
i decided to perform my song now and then for the audience tonight. in honor of paul.
"hello, everyone! how's everyone doing tonight?" the audience screamed at the top of their lungs, showing their excitement.
"as you all know... paul-paul mccartney, my best friend passed away, but it would've been his birthday today. he would've turned sixty," at this point, the audience was completely silent.
"i've decided to sing the song i wrote from after he died. before i start, if you love someone tell them before it's too late. tomorrow isn't promised."
i sat on the piano bench and played the song.
𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗂𝖿 𝗐𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇
𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 - 𝗈𝗁 𝗇𝗈, 𝗇𝗈, 𝗇𝗈
𝖫𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 - 𝗈𝗁 𝗇𝗈, 𝗇𝗈, 𝗇𝗈, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈, 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒
𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎
𝖮𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝖨 -𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾oh how hard i was struggling to not cry.
𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 - 𝗈𝗁 𝗇𝗈, 𝗇𝗈, 𝗇𝗈
𝖠𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 - 𝗈𝗁 𝗇𝗈, 𝗇𝗈, 𝗇𝗈, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅'
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈, 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒
𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈
𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅in the end, everyone started clapping loudly.
"that one was for you paul," i said, and more cheers roared from the crowd.
i observed the crowd, and i swore i saw a young boy with a mop-top hair cut. black hair i think. he vanished right before my eyes, so i didn't get a good look at him. however, i did see a smile spread across his face.
it was the end of the concert and i went backstage. cyn was waiting for me in my dressing room.
"darling! you did wonderfully," she said to me as i walked in.
"thank you cyn," i kissed her on the cheek. i grabbed her hand and made our way into the car that was waiting outside.
i had to make one more stop in liverpool, before heading back to london.

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