Prologue
McCartney. It's only a name, and it doesn't mean much other than I'm someone's child. Its not a brand, not a price tag, nor a label that defines who I am, but God does it feel like it.
Lennon, McCartney, Harrison, Starkey. I sometimes stare at these names for a long time, and I think about what life would be like if the owners of these names hadn't done what they've done. If Lennon couldn't sing and McCartney thought grammar school was a better choice for his future. I think about what these names would look like without the history, and sometimes I feel like it'd be better. Then I feel bad, because I know how much the history of these names mean to the owners - my dad and his bands of friends - and I feel like I'd never be if they hadn't done what they done.
I just wish that it wasn't so hard sometimes. That's all I wish, really. McCartney is just a name and the owners are just humans, and it shouldn't be these hard. I just wish that was true.
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