Lonely Fools (Beatles and Paul Anka fanfic)

Paris, 1964.

The cobbled streets shimmer under the golden hue of late afternoon, bustling with the hum of French chatter and the scent of freshly baked croissants. Inside a charming tea salon, tucked away from the city's frenzy, an unusual gathering is about to unfold.

Paul Anka, Canadian teen idol and heartthrob, radiating charisma in a sharp suit and signature quiff, sits across from Paul McCartney, mop-haired Beatle and budding musical genius. The air crackles with a unique electricity, a meeting of two young stars at the height of their fame.

But beneath the surface of pop icons and catchy tunes, a deeper conversation brews. McCartney, grappling with the complexities of newfound fame and creative ambition, seeks solace in Anka's seasoned perspective. Anka's the "Lonely Boy," yearning for connection and understanding, while McCartney embodies the wisdom of the "Fool on the Hill" (even if the song hadn't been penned yet!).