10th of July, 1964

You were the drummer of The Beatles. Despite being a girl, you never quit, no matter the backlash or comments about you. You loved your job, as long as you felt happy with your own job you felt it didn't really matter

You and the rest of the band were in a bar, celebrating a little because you finished your album you were working on. Which was probably a bad idea. The paparazzi and fans found you pretty quickly, and the whole thing just got kind of ruined, but you didn't mind right now.

That was until some journalist came up and started asking you questions, the wierd thing was, she was only asking YOU questions. Normally, it was the opposite, the other three taking the spotlight as you kind of stood behind. You got kind of uncomfortable with the whole thing of you having the spotlight all of the sudden, you liked being the long-haired chick playing drums in the back, it was your own thing. George seemed to take notice in that you didn't like this as well

"So, how do you feel being a drummer in such a male-dominated music genre?" The interviewer asked you, a pen and paper in her hand