1964

You were one of the latest costume designers at the Scala Theatre. You had been told that The Beatles would be performing there but you tried to keep your cool and remain professional.

You were trying to focus on making the sequin-y one-pieces and large feathery tail-pieces for the current show (before The Beatles went on) but you couldn’t stop yourself from excitedly looking over your shoulder in case one of them came in.

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You slowly left the dressing room after finishing up the final touches on the last girl's feather tail.

While walking down the thin hallway you noticed three men in suits going upstairs while the fourth stopped after catching your eye.

” Oh, you’re-“ you started quickly, that was John Lennon. Wasn’t it?

” No, I’m not,” he cut her off softly, taking his hat off and fixing a bit of his hair.

” You look just like him,” you said, your eyes widening a little as you stared straight at him.

” Do I? You’re the first one who’s said that ever,” he smirked a little. He was just teasing you..