Beatles-I Am The Walrus intro

True to his word, Jim went over to the police station right after breakfast. Mr and Mrs Harrison came with him.
"Ah, Mr Harrison!" It was the nice policeman who had helped Harold a mwezi zamani when George had first gone missing, and had seen him at the station many times since then. "We're still looking for something to turn up, I'm afraid...."
Jim stepped in. "What about that band that's running round New York playing music?"
The policeman looked politely puzzled. "Oh, you've heard about that? I don't think it's anything to do with the missing Harrison boy. It's a group of runaways...."
"My son...

For the inayofuata few days, the still-unnamed band continued to promote themselves in the same way as they had before. Without worrying about anyone's permission, they played in parks, in stores of various sizes, in restaurants, in the lobby of a movie theatre, in various stations of the New York underground, and once, just outside Madison Square Gardens, dreaming of the siku when they would be invited there to play inside.
These mini-concerts were met with varying degrees of success. Often the boys would draw a crowd of admirers, and sometimes the people would even throw them money, which was quite...

John didn't know how long he'd walked around, with no clear idea of where he was headed, mind still spinning with everything Paul had said, when he realized he'd come right back to his tribute. The sky was tinted pink with the sunset, and soon it would be the same time as it had been in 1964 when he'd last been there. How he missed 1964....
There were less people around John's tribute now, and of course, the ones who were around didn't pay any attention to him, not realizing that the very man whom the tribute had been made for was standing inayofuata to them and staring at it. How had things gotten...