Luckily, I still had some money left from my job for transportation. I figured I might end up spending it all on plane and train tickets, but it was worth it. My only other option would have been stealing money from Paul, and I would never do that!
My next step was a plane ride followed by a train ride out into a secluded place back in England, where I found a nice big house with a statue of a rhinoceros out front. This was the place, according to Paul's address book, where Ringo lived. If he was still here, this was where I would convince him to rejoin the Beatles.
Later that night, when all the McCartneys were asleep, I sat awake, thinking, on the little pull-out bed Linda had gotten out for me.
I knew what I had to do now. Somehow, I would have to find Ringo, George, and John, and tell them how sad Paul was about their breakup, and convince them all, somehow, to come here and reunite. I didn't know how I was going to do that, but I couldn't believe that any of the former Beatles would be too hard to convince. Who would want to leave the Beatles behind? I was really much more worried about how to find them.
I collapsed into the grass at the top of the hill, near the man who could only be Paul McCartney. I was so out of breath from running and from the sheer delight of seeing him that I couldn't speak.
Paul must've heard me, though. He stopped playing and looked around at me. "Oh, hello," he said, with this adorable puzzled look in his eyes. "Who are you?"
At least, I think that's what he said. His accent was so strong I couldn't be sure. It was also so beautiful that it was all I could do to actually pay attention to what he was saying and not just bask in the melodious tones....
Ahh, England! I'd never thought about coming here before, but now that I knew that the Beatles were from here, I didn't think I ever wanted to leave. Everything seemed so beautiful! I laughed to myself, remembering how everyone back home thought this trip was all about business. But they were partly right, of course. I would have loved to spend the whole time sightseeing, but I did have a job to do.
Finding Abbey Road was easy. There were all sorts of guides for tourists saying where that was. Since I knew the Beatles used to record there, it seemed like the best place to start....
It wasn't long before I had my new job at the record store. Marvin had pulled some strings and gotten me working with the delivery of the new records - it wasn't the most interesting thing I could do in a record store, but I knew I was working here so that I could be sent to get more records from England later on. When I saw Marvin at work, I asked him how the plan was going and he winked at me, which I'm sure meant really well.
Working in delivery was kind of annoying, though, when my friends came in wanting me to give them discounts on the records. I wasn't working behind the...
It was almost a week later when I managed to get back to the record store. I knew that Mom had told Dad about my crying over The Long And Winding Road and they would try and stop me from going if they knew. But one day, I told them I had a project to work on and would be a bit late coming home. I wasn't lying - not really. What project was more important than saving the Beatles?
When I got to the record store, Marvin looked up and smiled. "Ah, Carrie. I wondered when you were coming back. I have something else for you." He slid another record across the counter. I knew it was...
As soon as I got home, I went to my room and put my new record in the player. As I put the needle in, I was still staring at the Beatles' faces on the cover. I wondered why I had never heard of them before. They were really cute. Why had none of my friends ever mentioned them? None of the groups they liked were quite as cute as these boys were.
But then the song started, and I forgot all about that.
"The long and winding road
That leads to your door...
Will never disappear,
I was born in 1960. My parents didn't approve of rock & roll, or of anything the youth was doing back then, and I remember they tried to shield me from a lot of it. I didn't really understand it at that age. I only know there was a lot of them making sure I didn't see or hear or wear certain things, and they always said, "I hope Carrie doesn't grow up like them". They always made sure my skirts weren't too short before they let me buy them. And they were very strict about which radio stations I listened to. So I went through that whole decade never hearing about the Beatles.
I never thought that I would see Paul again. I never thought I would see Ringo, but a few years later, I did. I had already completed my schooling, and I was doing a few gigs as a guitarist. Out of the blue, I happened to encounter Paul and Ringo. I didn't think Paul would recognize me. I mean, he meets so many fans. There's no way he could remember all of them. I thought wrong. He recognized me. He walked up to me and greeted me. I said, "Hello, Paul! How have you been?" He said, "I've been all right. How are you?" I said, "I'm doing well." He introduced me to Ringo. While talking, Ringo...
Another thing that makes the Beatles REALLY unique is that their music is timeless; it never gets old regardless of the decade now. It also has the ability to appeal to all age groups!
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