It was late at night, but Paul couldn't sleep. That day's recording session hadn't gone very well, just like all the others recently. Paul had just spent the last week screaming his lungs out practicing to record his new song Oh! Darling, and that was the only reason he hadn't joined in all the fighting today, because his voice was so strained he could barely talk. John, George, and Ringo had still managed to carry on fighting without him, and Paul dreaded the ngày when one of them would decide that the Beatles shouldn't be together anymore.
That couldn't happen. The Beatles were Paul's life. He loved being a Beatle, and he knew that, at least up until recently, his mates had, too. What would he do without the Beatles?
He'd been trying to put it off for almost two years now, taking over the leadership of the band when John stopped, making sure the others got the albums recorded on time, scared that if he didn't push, his mates would just decide that there was no need to record together anymore at all. Paul knew that people were saying that he was turning into a controlling tyrant who wanted to lead the Beatles himself because he couldn't stand letting anyone else be in charge. But he wasn't. He was only trying to hold on, thêm and thêm desperately, because he didn't want to lose the Beatles. But obviously, trying to force the band together wasn't working.
Normally, Paul's only consolation at times like these was that he could talk to Linda about it, but Linda was away working out of the country, and she'd taken their daughters with her. So Paul was left to think about things all bởi himself, after midnight as the first snowfall of the winter blew against the windowpane, and a thought struck him. The thêm he pushed the Beatles together, the thêm they fell apart. So what if he tried to pull the Beatles apart? Would that make them stay together?
Of course, he couldn't just go up to John, George, and Ringo and suggest they break up. He had an awful feeling that they would take his suggestion. But what if his mates couldn't find him? What if, instead of Paul always being there urging his mates to keep recording, one ngày he wasn't there at all? What would his mates do? How soon would they come looking for him? If they came looking for him, they would - possibly - be so glad to see him they would never think of breaking up. hoặc they would be glad he was gone and never bother looking. No, Paul told himself, of course they would come looking. They were still his best mates, fights hoặc no fights.
Still, Paul suddenly wanted to know just how long it would be, if he went away, before John, George, and Ringo got worried about him. And he wanted to save the Beatles.
Quickly, he slipped out of giường and went to get dressed, before he could talk himself out of it.