It was the evening of an album release, and the boys decided to celebrate at a bar. You were George's sister and friends with the band. After a while, they convinced you to tag along to the party. So there you sat, on a secluded barstool, in your own thoughts. You lightly tapped your fingers to the music.

Paul had been glancing over at you ever so often before deciding to approach.

"No dancing tonight, love?"