Paul McCartney tells a story from the ’90s that only a Beatle could tell. He’s mid-song in Europe, singing “I’ll never dance with another…” when he notices a fan in the front row mouthing every single lyric—perfectly. He panics for a moment, thinking she’s going to show him up… but then, right on the punchline, she gets it wrong. The relief. The laughter. The humanity. This is the kind of moment that reminds you: Beatlemania went both ways.
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