this is not accurate time wise, but something like this did happen when beatrice was 13, her and paul went to see carousel and got a picture with the cast backstage afterwards. this is set this year, so just pretend beatrice is 16 going on 17 in this :)
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Carousel LIVE! Tonight Only!
"Christ, I'm so excited!"
Charlotte tugged at the end of her sleeve, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she tried her best to contain herself because of the musical her best friend got her into for her 16th birthday.
The girls had been waiting outside the theatre for a few hours in hopes to squeeze into their hard-earned seats, at least use the bathroom before the show was scheduled to start. Charlotte had told Summer three weeks before her birthday that she wanted desperately to see Carousel, a musical her father talked about all the time before he died a couple years back. Summer, scraping just enough money up, immediately was on the lookout for cheap tickets. She would do anything to make her best friend happy, that was for sure.
Summer gazed up to the awning that covered the magical entrance, that teased them a little bit more the closer they got. They were wobbling in their shoes, eager to get a taste of the amazing music. All around them, people with deadpanned expressions and cameras were swaying back and forth on their feet, obviously waiting for someone, or something. Is someone important showing up? Summer couldn't help but think, and by the looks of it, Charlotte the same.
As if on cue, there came a noise around the corner that seemed to get louder the closer it got, and it pulled the attention away from the crowd waiting outside the building, including the two girls. A car slid around the bend, photographers and people waving books were chasing it down the road. It came to a halt in front of the theatre, and the people that held the cameras faces perked up, each one rushing towards the car as if it contained stock piles of money.
They were too crowded to see exactly who it was stepping out of the car, but when the people had made it inside, it went completely silent as the crowd that was once there had disappeared after them. Only them and a few dumbfounded people stood behind.
inside
"I've got to use the bathroom." They made it inside to their seats, both engulfing in the brochures and details of the theatre to even pay attention to each other. Summer had to use the bathroom ever since they set out for the theatre, meaning she had to go, now.
"I'll be here when you return, your highness." Charlotte said, not taking her eyes away from the brochure.
When Summer made it to the bathroom it wasn't as crowded as it usually was when she went to see shows, usually with her nan. She was getting older, so they went as often as they could to relish the moments. The show started in 3 minutes, explaining probably why the bathrooms were practically dead.
When she finished, she stepped out into the grand room to straighten her shirt. Something I'm never doing again, going pee in an empty bathroom, where anyone could walk in and hear it hit the water.
What pulled her eyes away from the art on the wall was a girl. In fact, the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. Arched eyebrows, perfect button nose and drooped eyes with eyelashes curled to the sky. Her lips looked softer than ever, and she didn't notice Summer staring at her until she neared closer to the bathroom. She could've sworn she'd someone like that before-someone identical even.
The girl smiled at her before pushing the door open, leaving Summer standing behind her in the empty theatre room.
Summer looked to the door, watching as it closed and she took a deep breath. A girl. A girl had her feeling like that. What is that feeling? Is it the feeling her mother didn't allow her to feel with anyone until she was older? Or was is the feeling she heard of in storybooks about princes and princesses living happily ever after because they were in-
"Are you alright?"
She hadn't noticed she was dazed out, and felt stupid when a person had to ask. She looked up to see who it was, and there, right in front of her, stood the girl. Thee girl.
"Oh, I um, I,"
She laughed at her stuttering, offering a hand to help her stand. "You looked a bit stunned there."
"Yeah, I was just, I was, I don't know."
"Why so nervous?"
She didn't know that either. Why was she nervous? She NEVER felt like this with anyone, much rather a girl! Her mother would be furious. WHY WAS SHE NERVOUS?
"I don't know about that either," she admitted, looking the girl deep in the eyes, which felt a bit awkward at first but it eased when she stared right back. The girl wore a black sweater and navy blue trousers, with her hair cut short like a boy's. Summer would've mistaken her for a boy from behind, but her eyes gave it away.
"Me either."
"You're nervous too?"
The girl didn't break eye contact. "I didn't say that."
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
Summer's insides softened. "Assuming."
The girl laughed again and it was music to her ears. The way her eyes crinkled at the ends, how her lips curved, Summer could've put someone to it that she'd seen someone looking like that girl before.
"Do I know you?" Summer asked, catching the girl's laughter. "You look vaguely familiar."
The girl had a serene look on her face. She nodded. "Probably."
"What does that mean?"
"You might know my dad."
"Who's your dad?"
She grinned and ran her tongue over her teeth. "Anyone you want him to be."
"Alright," Summer looked back away from her eyes and to the theatre doors, watching as the ushers came around and kicked the stands up and they closed slowly.
"Looks like we're going to miss the show," Summer said nervously, praying to god the girl wouldn't go anywhere. She wanted her to stay. Please, please stay.
"Yeah," the girl spoke up. "I've seen it before anyways."
"Lucky."
"How's that lucky?"
"You get to see spectacular shows all the time!"
"Well, I didn't say all the time."
"I can tell you meant all the time."
"Clever, are we?"
Summer smiled again. She had her smiling left and right, it was making her stomach flutter like crazy.
"I'm Beatrice." She stuck out a hand, throwing her head back to move her hair from over her eye, and Summer never thought she'd seen anything hotter. Except Robert Plant, of course. And maybe Paul-
PAUL MCCARTNEY!
"I'm Summer."
Beatrice grinned. "I like you Summer."
Her stomach was doing literal backflips. She wondered if she was about to throw up. "I like you too, Beatrice."
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here's a little secret that i've told all my friends, & you probably know about it too if you follow me on instagram;
i'm in love with beatrice mccartney. deeply in love.
i tell EVERYBODY that i'm marrying her, because i am. or, i'm going too, eventually. i feel like she's my soulmate, & we're gonna meet someday unexpectedly & it'll be love at first sight.
i saw that picture above for the first time about four months ago, & ever since i've been crazy about her. i know it's foolish of me to believe that i could POSSIBLY have a chance with the daughter of the world's most famous rock star, but a girl can dream :).
there's barely anything about her on the internet & all that...all i know is that she wants to be a marine biologist, & that she lives with her mum. oh, & she doesn't live in america :(
but it's alright! i respect heather & paul's decision to uphold their daughter's privacy & let her live a normal life. though, i'd admit, it would be cool to be her age & have a legendary father & get to tell people.
i don't think beatrice gets as much recognition as she deserves, but then again, it's probably because there's barely anything about her that you can find besides a few websites if you dig as far as i have (that sounds stalkerish, but OKAY). i don't know if there's someone out there like me who wishes they'll meet her unexpectedly someday, preferably in college, & grow old with her, but if there is,
back off she's mine :).
no no no, i'm joking.
no but seriously. what scares me most is that she's already in love with somebody else :(. let's hope she's not, all we can do is hope.
she doesn't have social media, so i can't keep up, & i don't know if she's doing okay (i don't doubt that she is okay, but y'know, i gotta know if my wife is safe). i've seen no appreciation posts for her on insta or anything. none of my friends knew that paul HAD another daughter (then again, some of them didn't know who paul was either, which is embarrassing for them & their parents).
so again, MORE RECOGNITION FOR BEATRICE MCCARTNEY 2020!
anyways, thanks for listening to me rant about my future wife, & i promise, one day (whether you remember me or not, you'll see me on the news probably walking around with her).
xx martha moonlight <3