If I Fell

Chapter 1 - June

June's P.O.V.

My name is June Anderson. I'm 19 years old, and I don't have a lot of friends. I only have one friend in my life, and that would be Paul McCartney.

We've known each other since we kids. Unfortunately for me, my parents died when I was 10. They were killed in a car accident. Shortly thereafter, Paul's family was nice enough to take me in.

Paul's mother, Mary was so much like mine. Kind, caring, and very supportive. Sadly, she died from breast cancer when Paul was 14 and I was 11.

When Paul turned 20 and I turned 17, we moved into our own place and we're now living together.

The year is now 1964. As I said earlier, I'm 19 and Paul happens to be 22. One thing I forgot to mention is that Paul happens to be in a band. It's called The Beatles and he plays the bass.

Recently, The Beatles made a movie called A Hard Day's Night. I saw it on opening night and it was hilarious! I couldn't stop laughing throughout the whole thing!

Let's get into what's happening currently. Paul is working on another song for his band and his songwriting partner, John Lennon came over so they can work together. I'm in another room reading a book while Paul is busy.

The Beatles are also working on their new album, Beatles For Sale. It's a pretty cool name, if you ask me.

"Hey, June! Can you come here for a minute?" I heard Paul holler. I make my way downstairs and see him sitting at the piano. "What's up, Paul?" I asked. "John and I wanted to ask for your opinion on these lyrics." Said Paul as he hands me a lyric sheet. I look it over multiple times.

"Not bad. Do you guys have a name for your song yet?" I asked. "We're working on it, but we'll think of something at one point." Said John. I give the two songwriters a thumbs up and let them resume with their work.

Hours later, Paul and John leave for the studio to put their song together. While Paul was out, I decided to put on some music. So I pulled out a record player and put in The Beatles' record, A Hard Day's Night. I couldn't help but sing along when my favorite song, I Should've Known Better came on.

I should have known better with a girl like you
That I would love everything that you do
And I do, hey, hey, hey, and I do

Whoa, oh, I never realized what a kiss could be
This could only happen to me
Can't you see, can't you see

That when I tell you that I love you, oh
You're gonna say you love me, too, oh
And when I ask you to be mine
You're gonna say you love me, too

So oh, I should realized a lot of things before
If this is love you've got to give me more
Give me more, hey hey hey, give me more

Whoa, oh, I never realized what a kiss could be
This could only happen to me
Can't you see, can't you see

That when I tell you that I love you, oh
You're gonna say you love me, too, oh
And when I ask you to be mine
You're gonna say you love me, too
You love me, too, you love me, too, you love me, too

By the time I reached the last song on the record, I heard the door open. "June, I'm home!" That was Paul's voice. I took the record off the player and put everything away before going downstairs. "Hey, Paul! How did you guys do on the song?" I asked. "Oh, great! Would you like to hear it?" Paul asked. "Absolutely!" I said.

Paul tunes his guitar before he starts up his song.

Look what you're doin', I'm feeling blue and lonely
Would it be too much to ask of you
What you're doin' to me?

You got me runnin' and there's no fun in it
Why should it be so much to ask of you
What you're doin' to me?

I've been waitin' here for you
Wond'ring what you're gonna do
Should you need a love that's true
It's me

Please stop your lyin', you've got me cryin', girl
Why should it be so much to ask of you
What you're doin' to me?

I've been waitin' here for you
Wond'ring what you're gonna do
Should you need a love that's true
It's me

Please stop your lyin', you've got me cryin', girl
Why should it be so much to ask of you
What you're doin' to me?

What you're doin' to me?

What you're doin' to me?

After Paul got done singing, I applauded for him. "Amazing! You guys did an amazing job putting it together!" I said. "I'm glad you liked it." Said Paul.

After the sun went down, I was sitting at the piano, playing random keys until I felt a song coming on. I sang my favorite from Mary Poppins.

Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul's
The little old bird woman comes
In her own special way to the people she calls

Come, buy my bags full of crumbs
Come feed the little birds, show them you care
And you'll be glad if you do
Their young ones are hungry
Their nests are so bare
All it takes is tuppence from you

Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag
"Feed the birds, " that's what she cries
While overhead, her birds fill the skies

All around the cathedral the saints and apostles
Look down as she sells her wares.
Although you can't see it, you know they are smiling
Each time someone shows that he cares

Though her words are simple and few
Listen, listen, she's calling to you
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag

Though her words are simple and few
Listen, listen, she's calling to you
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag

After I finished singing, I heard clapping from behind me. I turned around to see Paul. He had tears in his eyes. The last time I saw him cry was when his mother died. But those weren't tears of pain, he's crying tears of joy this time.

"Wow, love! I've never heard you sing before! You have such a beautiful voice!" He said. "Thanks." I said. Paul sits next to me and turns my face towards him. "I heard you singing from the bedroom. I just had to come and listen." He said. "Really?" I asked. "Of course. Besides, I'd never pass up the opportunity to listen to my best friend sing." Said Paul. I smile at my best friend's words.