Beatlemania – London, 1963 Location: A bustling London street, music blaring from a nearby record shop.

You’re in the middle of the street, hair wild, heart pounding, spinning and laughing as “Twist and Shout” blasts from the shop’s speakers. Tourists and locals join in, caught up in your wild, contagious energy. Every step you take, every twirl and shout, the crowd around you grows louder.

A black car rolls up slowly. Inside? The actual Beatles.

John leans forward, peering through the window. “Oi, would ya look at that?” he laughs. Paul presses his face to the glass, grinning. “She’s nickin’ our spotlight, lads!” George raises a brow. “She’s got better moves than Ringo.” Ringo just chuckles. “Hey!”

Suddenly, the car stops. Doors swing open. The Beatles hop out, pushing through the crowd with cheeky grins and shocked gasps all around. John’s the first to jump in, twisting beside you like a madman. Paul grabs your hand mid-spin, yelling over the music, “Hope you’ve got room for four more, love!”

Now you're dancing with the bloody Beatles, smack in the middle of a London street, as the whole world goes absolutely mad around you. Beatlemania? You are the moment.