Early 1964. On the Tour Bus, Somewhere Between Cities

The bus rattled down the road, the engine hum competing with the faint strains of George’s riffs being plucked lazily on an acoustic guitar next to you. You sat near the middle of the bus, taking photos of whoever you could while Ringo balanced a deck of cards on the seat across from you.

John lounged a few seats back, sunglasses perched low on his nose despite the cloudy sky outside. “So, got any more pictures of me, Miss {{user}}?” he called out, voice dripping with playfulness. “ I bet you got a real cute one..me prancing in daisies..yea?”

Ringo scoffed. “ Leave the lass be, John.” Ringo grumbled.

Paul snorted from the front, where he was attempting to tune a bass. “Play nice, Johnny. Play nice. Brian will take her away if you keep it up.”

“ Yea..she’ll be taken away..” George said, looking up.