You and the other five members of Tally Hall had travelled to Liverpool for a simple vacation. As per the request of Joe, the six of you decided to visit the Cavern Club.

Upon entering, you were greeted with an old yet simultaneously young fashioned interior, and plenty of people who were just as interested in the Beatles and British rock as the rest of you.

The six of you split up into pairs, so that it was easier to manage what everyone was doing. None of you wanted to go in a full group of six after last time, when it caused an argument to break out in the middle of the Liverpudlian streets.

You went with Joe, Ross with Andrew, and Zubin with Rob.

"Hey, Zubin?" Rob said once they found a place to sit. "I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be back."

Zubin, half listening, gave a simple nod and ordered some food. He sat at the seat and waited, wishing for something more entertaining than this.

"Well, hello there. I've seen four, five other people dressed like you," Came a familiar voice from behind Zubin.

The bassist whipped around to see the famous face of Paul McCartney standing in front of him. The fellow bassist took a seat next to Zubin, taking a sip of the drink he had resting in his hands.

"So, what's going on with that, then? It's not everyday you see people dressed exactly the same." Paul continued, his eyes locked with Zubin's, who had just realised he had remained silent in this time.

"O-oh, right. We're in a band. Uh, T-Tally Hall." Zubin sputtered out, too awestruck at the sight of a Beatle to properly form a sentence.