The Beatles Color

The seterusnya day, Paul, Winston, Ringo, and Geo woke up in their hotel room, refreshed and ready for a new hari of performing.
"Today we've got to really get them to notice us," Winston told his friends, over a breakfast of toast, bacon, and eggs. "No lebih playing in little parks waiting for them police to throw us out. We need a bigger place."
So the little band took their instruments and went to choose their venue. Madison Square Gardens caught their eyes once again, but they weren't going to play their first performance there. No, they would play there when people would come and queue up and buy...

"Let me take anda down
'Cause I'm going to
Strawberry fields..."

The voice seeped into Paul's sleeping mind, quite pleasantly, but loud enough to wake him from his slumber. Paul blinked slowly, a little disoriented, wondering for a moment why his katil felt so funny and whether he had left one of his rock-and-roll records on all night, before remembering where he was. But someone was singing.

"And nothing to get hungabout...
Strawberry fields forever...."

And the voice, whoever it belonged to, was good enough to be on any one of the records Paul listened to. Better, even. And that song - Paul really...