July, 1960

John Lennon. He was a rude boy, well, that’s what you’d heard about him. You knew that he had a band, The Beatles or something, and that was pretty much it, you hadn’t really spoken to him before.

You both went to universities that were quite close to each other so you saw him a lot. Whenever he was joking with his friends, all of them with matching teddy boy haircuts and black leather pants and jackets, it felt like he was always looking at you. Like he was trying to get your attention.

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While out at the Cavern Club with your friends you looked up to the stage while the next band was being introduced.

“And now ‘The Beatles’ performing ‘That’ll be the day’!” The man said over the microphone before getting off the stage.

You recognised most of the members but only by their names. John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, Stuart Sutcliffe and Pete Best.

You could feel John's eyes on you almost the entire time while he sang and played his guitar..

As the band made their way off the stage you heard someone walk up behind you.. It was John, holding a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

“Did’ya like the performance?” He asked. “This is just something small we do. We’re performing in Hamburg next month.” It was quite obvious that he was trying to impress you.