The Beatles - Replace

It's been years. 
How do you go from being 20 something years old , to being in your 7os in a matter of decades. Despite this , I felt like time just kinda went by fast for me , mainly due to me being in the biggest rock band of all time. What was that band? Well , it was the beatles. 
You probably heard of us  through certain references in commercials , cartoons , and any other media you could think of. But back in the day , we were a world wide phenomenon. We had girls screaming and chasing after us , and we could barely hear ourselves in concerts due to them screaming so damn loud. We looked like this cool band..but..
There's more to the story. 
A story that is often considered a hoax , or to some people , aka the ones who would probably wear tinfoil hats for the rest of their lives , believe this to be true. And its safe to say..they're right. It is. But they didn't want anyone to know about my true identity , or about..him through the news. Yet , they decided to leave clues in their songs so that the fans could figure out themselves.  
"I buried Paul." 
"Turn me on, dead man." 
"He blew his mind out in a car." 
"The walrus was Paul." 
I can go on and on about these clues , and probably leave you here all day long , but I don't feel like im waisting your time , so I should probably give you a clue as to what's going on. 
I'm not Paul. 
Straight forward , I'm not who I seem. I'm his replacement. A replacement that had to get plastic surgery to look like him , and sing and sound like Paul. If you want , you can consider me a borderline doppelganger. Maybe even a clone if you're lucky. 
Basically , I'm often called faul by those tin foil hat wearers , and i was often called that by the rest of the beatles. 
Let's..start from the beginning: 
According to john , Paul had left a recorded session after a heated argument. Got into his car and drove off , that is until he met a woman named rita , and asked her for a ride. I'd imagine rita's excitement when she said yes and left with Paul. Though , after a couple minutes of driving , things apparently took a turn for the worst. The car had suddenly spun out of control..and crashed. John didn't know much details , all he knew is that Paul..got his head decapitated. 
There would be nothing that the hospital staff could do if he was brought there. And needless to say..he was dead on the spot. None of us knew of Rita's condition , but we'll get to her in a little bit. 
Because this is where I come in. 
At one am in the morning , I had gotten a call from abbey road , saying that I needed to get over there as soon as possible. They knew who I was , due to a look-a-like contest happening years before Paul's death. Though I wasn't given much details as to what was going on , I begrudgingly went to the studio after getting woken up. There , Ringo and brian were quick to greet me. 
Ringo explained the whole situation the second I came in , and soon , I was brought to john and George , who were both sitting in a recording booth. George was trying to comfort John , who had seemingly been crying. His eyes were bloodshot , and he was the first one out of the two to take notice of me. 
"Get him out." He said. 
"John , you know why he's he-" 
" I KNOW THAT , AND I WANT HIM GONE. WE ARE NOT REPLACING PAUL." John screamed. 
"We have too! There's no other way of doing this , he is Paul's replacement , and that's final!" Brian snapped , getting John to go quiet. He had stood up while screaming , but now he plopped back down in a small chair. George patted his back and walked over to me , holding his hand out to shake. He didn't look at me though , he had his head turned. I didn't know if he was trying to hold back tears , or he just didn't wanna look at me. 
I just told him that he didn't have to introduce himself and shook his hand , introducing myself. Though I had gotten scared due to John , i couldn't blame any of them for being upset. I'd probably be acting like this to if my friend died , then again people grieve in different ways. George eventually looked at me and stared me up and down. 
"He's missing a few details.." He said. 
"I know a good surgeon. She can get those details together , unless..y'know." Ringo pointed to me. 
"He doesn't want to." Ringo said. 
I just looked at him. 
"If there's no other options , I'll do it. But how is this going to be revealed to the public? Surely , word is gonna get out." I said.  
"We don't want his death revealed to the public..which is why we hired you. To keep this a secret." Brian said. I took off my hat and nodded as John put his hands into his face , beginning to cry again.
After a couple days of waiting , i got plastic surgery , leaving me to eventually look entirely like Paul. Once that was done , I had met a vocal coach that paul apparently knew , and he helped me to sound like Paul. As for bass , that wasn't much of an issue , considering I had gotten lessons beforehand. And then..i became the new Paul. 
When this was done , the beatles thought about it and decided it was time to get out of their hiatus , coming back with a new song , strawberry fields forever. No one in the studio noticed the clue in the song , I buried Paul. Though I had my doubts , I had a feeling i knew who left that clue , John. Though the others wanted to keep my real identity a secret , he wanted to get the word out. The word that I wasn't who i said i was. 
He did this for other songs as well , and no one in the studio batted an eye. Some of them were in reverse , and no one decided to decipher them , figuring other people might do it. 
Now..on to Rita. 
Originally , Some of the other beatles had thought she died in the car accident with Paul and forgot about her. That is until one morning , during a recording session for magical mystery tour , the phone rang. John was the first one to pick it up. 
We all saw the color drain from his face. 
"Did You all forget about me? 
It looks like you might've , thinking im dead and all. Though i don't blame you , I have been meaning to tell you something. Something that's been on my mind. 
I know your secret. 
I know who that little faker is , I reversed the records , and found your clues. If one of you marry me , your secret will be kept safe. 
But if any of you fail to comply-" 
John had hung up the phone , slamming it against the wall. He looked ready to start crying as we all looked at him , george asking him what was wrong. John walked back into the studio , grabbed george , and pulled him aside. All I remember is hearing George's blood curdling scream afterwards. I wondered if this had anything to do with me , but I didn't wanna get involved. George and John eventually walked back in , pretending like everything was fine. 
It wasn't. 
Me and ringo knew something was up. 
John's fists were balled , and george looked away from everyone else , strumming the sitar that someone had given him during our trip to india. 
Needless to say , I had found out what happened way after the beatles broke up. Rita threatened John over the phone , and none of us complied with her wishes. She knew of my true identity , and threatened to get it out if we didn't comply to marrying her. We didn't , though she didn't get the word out. 
She died after John did , months later in 1980. Though she had apparently hired someone to attack george and try and kill him way before ,  however he thankfully  was able to survive that , but ended up dying due to health issues involving cancer. That just leaves Ringo..and me. In 2005 , Ringo asked me to tell the truth after he had passed. 
And even though he's still alive , here I am , telling you all the full story. 
You're probably wondering about my real name. 
Its William.
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