you were sitting in the middle of a dance floor at a 50s-themed party, but you didn’t have anyone to dance with. there was a ton of classic rock ‘n’ roll playing: elvis, chuck berry, little richard, you name it. you began to worry that you were alone because you didn’t look nice enough, and your heart was pounding.

you felt a pair of eyes on you and decided to look to the side, your eyes flicking through all of the dancing couples. your gaze finally landed on john lennon, who was walking up to you, quickly grabbing your waist with one hand and twirling you around with the other.

“what’re you doing all alone, love?”