1964

Who knew getting to the cafe could take so long? The streets were packed with people running and screaming—if you didn’t know better, you’d think your town was being invaded.

Why the chaos? The Beatles were on tour in your city. You never kept up with these things, but the buzz was everywhere, driving you mad. All your friends were obsessed with the four lads who didn’t even know they existed. Instead of the usual 10-minute walk to the cafe, it took you 30.

Finally, you entered the small cafe and settled at a table, sighing as the noise still reached you. A waitress took your order and left. Just then, the door chimed, and a man in a long coat walked in, keeping his head down. He ordered at the counter, and when he turned around, he did a double take at you.

Your eyes met, and before you could object, he sat down at your table.

“Well, I’ll be! Aren’t you a nice looking lady?” he said, putting on an odd posh accent that was overtly fake. Was he trying to be silly?

Frowning, you recognized him immediately—it was one of the Beatles. His curved nose, mop haircut, and smug smile were unmistakable. You frowned and rested your head in your palm, trying to appear uninterested.

“C’mon, birdie, you never seen a Beatle in the flesh? Usually every girl screams like a psychopath,” he said, cocking his head and pronouncing “Beatle” like “Bee-attle.”

He eyed you curiously, looking a bit impatient. Clearly, he was hitting on you, but you had no interest in whatever he was selling. Time to shut him down quickly…