Paul's POV
'Wow.' Paul thought, having never seen anybody so beautiful before. But this wasnt right. He wasnt looking at some bird across the classroom. He wasn't looking at girls in a magazine. He was staring at a man. A beautiful man. Strumming at his guitar strongly and singing his heart out, flipping his brown hair between lyrics. He elbowed his friend, Ivan, who had brought him along to this performance on a warm summers evening.
'Who's that Ivan?' He asked, not taking his eyes off the man.
'Who?' Ivan asked, pulling his eyes away from some fit bird he'd spotted. 'Oh, John? He's one of The Quarry Men. Nice lad, met him a few months back.'
'Oh. He's very good isnt he?' Paul replied, flipping his own hair. He suddenly felt very conscious of how he looked. He only felt like this with girl, never with lads. He wasn't queer. Or, at least he thought he wasn't. This 'John' lad was making him question everything.
When The Quarry Men had finished, and it was time for them to leave the stage, he felt his arm being pulled by someone- Ivan.
'C'mon Paul let me introduce you to him, he might let you in his band y'know' Ivan said, whilst dragging Paul over to John. When they were in front of him, Paul struggled to stop his jaw from dropping. This man was absolutely gorgeous. He didn't have anything bad going for him. He was perfect.
'Hiya John! Got someone I'd like you to meet. This is Paul, Paul McCartney' Ivan said, signalling at Paul. Paul gave a pathetic attempt at a smile and regretted it immediately.
'Alright Paul? I'm John Lennon. What brings you here?' John asked, with a charming smile. Paul almost forgot how to talk.
'Urm, Ivan brought me. Thought I'd like it.' He finally managed to reply. Paul looked up and straight into John's eyes. They held perfect eye contact for a few seconds, until John broke the silence.
'Do you play? Y'know, guitar?' He asked, still looking over at Paul, who was now stood quite close with Ivan.
'Um yeah I guess so. I'm not very good though' Paul replied, knowing deep down John would realise Paul was being modest.
'Oh I don't know about that' John replied, looking around behind him. He spotted what he was looking for, and picked up his guitar from its stand. He pointed it towards Paul, just close enough for him to touch it. 'Have a go. Go on, try a few chords' Paul did hesitate, but wanted to avoid embarrassment by saying no. He looked at it, and played a short, fast melody. John looked at him in amazement, watching his fingers pluck every string. When Paul finished, he looked up at John, who was staring open mouthed.
'Oh wow! You're bloody amazing!' He said.
'Do you think so?' Paul asked, once again being purposely modest. He knew he was good.
'Yeah! Well, obviously not as good as me, but you can try!' John joked. 'Hey, have you ever thought of joining a band? We could really use your skill here, we aren't very good!'
'Really? You'd... You'd want me?' Paul asked, this time not being modest.
'Well, only if you'd want to that is...'
'Oh yes I would definately want to!' Paul almost shouted, not wanting John to change his mind. John chuckled at his eagerness.
'Well, that's settled then. I'll go tell the other lads.' John said, not giving Paul a chance to reply.
'Way to go Paul!' Ivan praised, nudging Paul slightly. Paul had forgotten that Ivan was there. He'd forgotten anybody was there. It had just been him, and John Lennon. John Lennon, the man that changed Paul.