The next two weeks passed quickly. Paul checked in with Brian twice to make sure everything was going according to plan, despite how much he trusted Brian. Everything was booked, everything was ready, Paul only wished Clara would have a good time. Ringo was attending Elise's weeding, having been asked by Elliot to attend as her date. He'd thought about it for some time, before deciding to go.

No one had asked for George to go to the wedding with Ringo (as support) but he was coming anyway. John's girlfriend was flying the weekend to see him, so it meant everyone was going to be in Vegas that weekend, as they'd been six months ago. Paul wished this time around Vegas would treat him kindly.

Once they landed in Vegas, John was the first to disappear. His girlfriend's flight was only an hour long, as she lived relatively close to Vegas. She'd already been there for a couple of hours, when they arrived. Midday, and George and Ringo were lounging around, waiting for the time to pass before they had to leave for the wedding.

"There's a casino downstairs," Paul reminded them.

"Oh, I know," Ringo replied. "I just have a bad feeling associated with casino's, y'know."

"Me too. Maybe it has something to do with the last time I was here, running around the whole place trying to find my mate," George said. Paul rolled his eyes, he wouldn't hear any of this anymore, that he had traumatized them! "Only to find him injured and about to sleep with the wrong Clara."

"Shut up," Paul stopped them. "You have a chance to replace those bad memories, now. Go on, have some fun before the wedding starts."

"What about you?" Ringo asked.

"Best I stay here safely," he said. His tone was light, but he did feel better cooped up inside the room. Venturing outside left too many things to chance.

"Alright," George said. "That's probably best."

George and Ringo left, leaving Paul to prepare for tonight. He was going to visit Clara at six, and meet her dad. Their date didn't start until eight, so that left two hours for Paul to get acquainted with her dad. Clara had already sent him the address. With nothing to do, Paul went on Twitter and re-tweeted some things. He thanked some fans for their support, and fell asleep.

...

When Paul woke up from his three hour nap, he took to getting ready. Getting ready took half an hour. Getting ready would have equaled to less time if Paul hadn't shaved. With three hours left, Paul had free time off. He flipped the channels before a movie caught his attention. A minute in, and Paul realized he'd already seen the film.

But it wasn't a type of film one could see once and be content. Interstellar demanded at least a second view. Paul got engrossed in the movie, time slipping by quickly. When the movie was over, Paul got a knock on his hotel door. Paul got up from his comfortable spot on the bed. He sauntered over to the door and took a look to see who was at the other side. It was a man, dressed in staff uniform.

Paul opened the door. He smiled politely. "Mr. McCartney, your car is ready."

"Alright, give me one second," Paul closed the door gently. He sprayed some cologne, and double checked his breath. Content, Paul slung his jacket over his shoulder and carried it with him out of the room. He passed by Ringo when he exited the room.

"Off to your date, then?" Ringo asked.

Paul nodded his head.  "I've got a car waiting downstairs for me."

"Best of luck to ya."

"I don't know," Paul said. "I don't know if I need luck. I think I've been plenty lucky so far."

Ringo muttered something, what it was, Paul didn't hear. Down the hallway, someone else from the staff, dressed in a suit walked with them towards the back entrance of the hotel. Once Paul was in the car without delay, he looked out the window. He was nervous. He'd been to see big crowds, all over the globe. Yet a meeting with Clara's dad was making him nervous. He took a deep breath, then exhaled. He brought out his phone from his pocket. Without thinking twice, he sent a quick text.

GROUPCHAT
WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS:

HELP

John:
I NEED SOMEBODY

Ringo:
NOT JUST ANYBODY

John:
HEEEEEEELP

George:
I'm really surprised that hadn't happened before

John:
TBH
I don't know how you don't break into song every second

George:
Our life is not a musical

John:
Or is it

I NEED YOU--

John:
YOU DON'T REALIZE HOW MUCH I NEED YOU
LOVE YOU ALL THE TIME AND NEVER LEAVE YOU

Ringo:
I'm starting to suspect someone has John's phone

John:
Really
Or am I drunk

YOUR ADVICE

I NEED YOUR ADVICE

Okay I don't know what the bloody hell is wrong with my phone. Every time I try and type a message it freezes. I'm fucking wreck.

John:
You could say, you're a loser

Ringo:
*face palm*

John:
*breaks into song*
What's wrong, though? You okay?

George:
Yep. Someone definitely has John's phone

John:
He ain't ~that~ rude, y'all stop it

George:
Even if you hadn't used the squiggly lines, Kim he wouldn't have said that

John:
Okay, fine. You caught me. It is Kim. He handed me his phone because my phone is a wreck, and I'm bored. So hiya, Paul. I relate. Even though you're rich and you can afford a new phone???

Well, right. I'm meeting Clara's dad in a bit. I don't know why I'm so nervous. I've been in front of big crowds before. This shouldn't be that big of a deal

Ringo:
The good question is what were you two doing that you got bored, HMMM? Why not do some other activities?

John:
Pervert

Ringo:
John makes worse jokes than me!!! I was talking about cards or something!!!

John:
Sure, mate
Paul, it's gonna be okay dude. It's a big deal, and you feel like a big wreck because you really care about Clara. Don't try and hide the nervousness, it shows you care.

Ringo:
Or you could do the opposite
And ACT NATURALLY

John:
LAME

Ringo:
I NEVER SAID YOU WERE LAME ANY OF THE TIMES YOU DID IT

Okay, that's pretty solid advice. I think. Anything John would of told me would have included the words "wuss" and "don't be". I appreciate it.

John:
GOOD LUCK
YOU GOT THIS

The car pulled up the driveway. Paul was going to be himself. Even if being himself meant feeling a little bit of a wreck because of how desperately he wanted things to go well. Paul opened the door, and walked out of the car. Standing by the driveway, was Clara and her dad. He walked up to them, and smiled.

"Mr. Palazzino," he said. "It's a pleasure."

...

[ a/n: I thought of ending the story on chapter 45, but I am going all the way to 50! Honestly, I could have written more and taken out the big chunk of groupchat messages. But I love including myself in this story too much, OKAY? OKAY. ]