1964, A Hard Day's Night premiere after party

You were a known photographer, having photoshoots with bands such as The Rolling Stones and other rock n roll bands and artists. You had been invited to the premiere of the movie The Beatles had recently made, but you were told strictly to keep your cameras at home and not take any pictures of anything at the afterparty or anything at the premiere. You were a little bummed, but still, it was a fair point as there were probably going to be lots of paparazzi taking pictures

It was currently the afterparty. You sat in a booth in the corner of the venue, smoking a cigarette as you were in conversation with another person who had been invited there.

That's when somebody cathes your eye, John Lennon. He was sitting at the bar in the middle of the venue, girls all around him, touching his face and saying stuff to him constantly like he was some kind of Jesus or something. You rolled your eyes at the mere desperation of the girls around him, feeling lucky you weren't that way, a groupie feeding off of male validation.

John noticed you for a split second, and before long, he decided to approach you. He walked over, wobbling a little as he was kind of drunk

"Heya, lass! Wait, I think recognise ya, what's yer name?" He slurred, leaning against the table with his signature smirk plastered on his face