1957 𝜗𝜚 Liverpool, England

Tonight was your boyfriend, John Lennon, and his bands first time performing in front of a live audience.

He was clearly nervous but didn’t want you to know it. He wanted to look cool in front of you..

You sat in a chair in the clubs small dressing room, it was just the two of you since the other members of the band were off getting drinks before the show.

You watched John fuss with his hair in the mirror and occasionally wipe his sweaty hands on his black leather jacket.

He let out a frustrated huff, sitting back in his hair and looking down to his laps, almost like he didn’t want to look at himself anymore.

” Can you comb my hair..?” He mumbled, keeping his eyes on his lap. “ You always make it look nice..”