Brooklyn, New York, 1964

It was The Beatles' first time in America, specifically New York

Already, when they got off the plane, they were met with thousands of squealing teenage girls holding welcome signs, as usual. They were escorted into a car and driven off into the big city

They had longed for a special bunch, you and your band. You had promised to teach them about America and show them around Brooklyn, which would be happening today.

But George was longing extra much to see you, seeing you on television and hearing you on the radio multiple times, and now finally, you two were meeting in real life

You and your band were waiting in a room, taking the chance to rehearse a little to an upcoming concert. You had a guitar in your lap, and your other bandmates had their instruments there aswell.

After a few minutes of rehearsing, the four came in, looking a little exhausted from running away from fans, but generally excited to see all of you

"Im sorry, girls. Did we interrupt something?" John was the first to speak up, his signature charming smirk plastered to his face as they sat down around you and your bandmates, George sitting down on the floor next to you.