sgt pepper

Once Paul's mind was made up, he decided to get started right away. He packed some of his things in a backpack, a few changes of clothes and his pocket money, but also a lot of records and other musical items. His guitare was put into its case and set lovingly par the door where it would be ready to go as soon as he needed it.
Dinner was very quiet, partly because Paul and Jim had just argued, but mostly because Paul didn't want to accidentally let slip anything about his plans and make his dad suspicious. After dîner he excused himself quickly and slipped away upstairs.
Paul waited until he heard...

The small army of Beatles fans formed a strong double line in front of Paul’s front door, blocking the entrance and shielding the Beatles within. Hazel, of course, was front and centre, with Jeremy on one side of her and Candice on the other. Hazel’s cœur, coeur pounded in her chest. Now the moment had come, she was filled with a sudden fear, but she was determined not to let it show.
“Go away!” she said, her voice strong and commanding, and hardly shaking at all. “We won’t let toi get John. You’ll have to get past all of us first, and then...” But here she stopped, knowing that if...