Hello there! I'm back once again. This time I'm writing a story based in a Mexican soap opera that I enjoyed watching. I hope you like it, I know it's kind of crazy but I couldn't let it pass. This is a mini chapter, you can consider it as an introduction if you want. Well, here it goes.
1964
We were at the top of the world. We had everything we had dreamt our whole life. Four men that in their attempt of conquer the world became the most outstanding band ever. Two words that summarized music in its best explanation: The Beatles. We had it all, but we still wanted more. There we were, feeling like kings of the world, with everybody at our feet. Whatever we wanted, we got it, almost immediately. That was our life, all the time, no matter where we were.
Our life was basically writing, playing, recording and touring. We couldn't go out, we almost didn't have free time, if we had to do something outside our house, it had to be with someone else guarding us. It was kind of heavy, and it became heavier and heavier as the phenomenon that we represented grew. We tried to handle it at the beginning, but then it turned into a situation that was getting out of control most of the time. It started to affect all of us, but especially me.
I thought it was gonna be easy, that I could get it over and still be me. I was wrong. It took me, and then there was a moment when despite all the fame, fortune and power that I had, all I wanted was to go away, escape, to break free. It was ironic that I, the one and only, the handsome, powerful and absolutely talented John Winston Lennon, was scared of the whole world outside, even after having it in my pockets. For me it was unfair, having all the money, the power, the fame and everything if I couldn't enjoy it, living it, because it wasn't enough just create it, I wanted to live it. The big question was how.
There were also times where I enjoyed being a Beatle. I had the most amazing lover in the world, two friends that I care about, and well, a manager that sometimes became more than that. Because to be honest, I couldn't be completely faithful, I wasn't a man that stayed quiet, I always wanted more. That's why I had to confess, that even if I really loved Paul, I had to, you know, "have my space", so I had my things out of his reach. I got it with George, with Brian, with Stuart, and sometimes flirted with Pete, when he was in the band. I knew my behavior wasn't the best, but deep inside, I was really in love with him, my only angel, Paul McCartney.
Even though being a Beatle was awesome, living life in the outside was that forbidden desire I had inside of me and that was taking control of me every single day. I wanted to escape, I wanted to live, to live my life as the young man I was, but I couldn't. I had Paul, and I didn't want to leave him, how could I? The Beatles were a big band, we were about to go beyond success, how could I just leave it all? If I could just find a way to do it, so no one got hurt in the end? That would be perfect.
So this story begins one night. We were in Liverpool, having a little rest from all the exhausted journey that was our daily life. One night that the four of us got into a bar and that change my life forever, and for good. But to put an order in what I'm about to tell, let leave it here for today, because I want to tell you every single thing, one by one.
See you next time.
