1965

You were in a band as a guitarist, mostly known in the UK and a little in the rest do Europe, but not in Amerci yet. However, your band had gotten the offer to be the opening act for The Beatles on their US tour by the fab four themselves! So obviously, you accepted it. it's the Beatles! who wouldn't?

But things took a turn when the day actually came. You were never really nervous or stressed before shows, but this was different. Nobody in that arena knew who your band was, and it was more than 25000 people. What if they hated it?

The thought was enough to almost give you a panic attack. So to relieve the stress, you found the door to the roof, headed up there, and sat down on a bench, lighting a cigarette to try and ease your mind. The sky was lit by the half moon. It was quite beautiful here in Boston, with dim city lights. you could see the smog from the city's emissions up here and the busy street below you, as well as the faint sound of fangirls lined up at the entrance of the arena.

That's when the door opens, and George walks out. He approaches you slowly but surely and sits down next to you

"Mind if i join ya?" He said before sitting down. He looked at you, a little curious of what you were thinking about.

"Ya nervous?" He said ,still looking into your eyes, trying to read your thoughts