Who Was That Lady?

Who Was That Lady?

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Fanfic
The Beatles
It's autumn 1962, and The Beatles are back for another string of performances at the Star-Club in Hamburg, Germany. Their first night playing, Thursday, the first of November, a young woman draped in a full-length black shroud mysteriously attends their live concert. What follows in the next thirteen days can only be predicted by Florence Young's duende. The fate of the rising stars is altered sempiternally when bassist Paul McCartney uncovers a secret about the intriguing debutante while seeing her running south toward the Elbe River. Note: Some knowledge of the German language may be needed to fully understand this story. All references within the story are historically accurate. The story is told in the third person limited and in past tense. Disclaimer: There is no vulgar cursing, graphic violence, or graphic sexual activity within this story.
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It's 1988. Paul McCartney is being interviewed for the David Frost show, about a rather controversial topic. Once home, he discovers the few simple questions stirred up a rather complicated element of his past. Disclaimer: No libel intended. I do not own the Beatles - just their records and some memorabilia. This story is fiction. Real life events are included, but I do not claim anything happened the way it's described in this fic. All of this was thought up by my over-active imagination. Warning: No explicit sex, but a lot of angst and one instance of violence. Should be suitable for teens and up. Read at your own discretion. A/N Please let me know what your opinion is. I enjoy a pat on the back, but I also value thoughtful criticism. Please just bear in mind that I'm a human being with feelings, so don't be too harsh. P.S. English is not my native language.

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