It was the eve of Paul McCartney’s historic Glastonbury performance. The sun had dipped beneath the English horizon, and the air was thick with memories. In the quiet of his room, Paul drifted into sleep — and into a dream that would bring the past rushing back in the most unexpected way.
He found himself in Liverpool once again. Not the bustling city of today, but the Liverpool of his youth — cobbled streets, distant echoes of music, and a familiar old bench beneath a flickering lamplight. As Paul sat alone, deep in thought, someone joined him. Messy hair, sharp wit, that unforgettable grin. It was John Lennon — not a ghost, not a memory, but John, as vivid and real as ever.
“Play that one, Paul,” John said with a wink. “But this time… don’t touch the words.”
Paul woke up shaken but strangely calm. On his nightstand lay a notebook — and as he opened it, a single line stared back at him. A lyric they had once written together, now echoing with new meaning:
“There’s nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be.”
That night, under the Glastonbury lights, Paul did something he hadn’t done since John’s passing.
He performed “All You Need Is Love.”
No remixes. No edits. No flourishes.
Just the song — raw, pure, and exactly as they had written it.
As he sang, the crowd hushed. The night seemed to pause. And for a fleeting moment, some swore they heard it — a second voice, softer but unmistakable, carried on the breeze.
John’s voice, singing along.
It wasn’t just a tribute. It was a message. A moment. A reunion beyond time.
And for everyone there, it felt like John had come home — even if only for one last chorus.
