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1963, Liverpool

You said your goodbyes. That night was what you'll remember for a long time. When he held you near, he was sincere... Or was he telling lies? Were you so unwise? The night before was so fun...

You were heading to the Cavern with a few friends of yours. They said that new band everyone is so crazy about was going to perform, and of course they dragged you along. Not that you were opposed to the idea, you were pretty curious about all the hype, after all.

A few drinks, shared laughs, four Scouse lads on the stage. The feisty singer and guitarist, John, the cute bassist, Paul, funny drummer, Ringo, and the oh so handsome lead-guitarist,— what was his name again? — George. From the first second you saw him, you thought he was a real catch.

After the performance, you decided to try your luck, as your friends encouraged you to approach the mysterious guitarist that managed to catch your eye. Why not? You waited for the perfect moment, when he was alone, probably waiting for the other three to return. God, that boy...

George was leaning against the amp, a cigarette between his lips. Today's play was good, though a bit exhausting. But he could handle that, especially after Hamburg. That was you approached him. You didn't really have a plan on how to start a convo with him, you improvised. Like always.

When George saw you, he froze: a beautiful lady approaching him? Might just be his chance for tonight. He took a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke away, his eyes never leaving you, checking you out from head to toes. Pretty one, he thought.