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1965,
It was a frustratingly warm summer day in central London; the sun shining down as if you were an ant and it a villain of a kid with a magnifying glass. Here you lived with your boyfriend- in the center of the sun’s arsehole. How anyone further south could deal with this, you would never know. In fact, you rather wanted to stay oblivious to what you could only imagine was pure hell and torment. Your boyfriend didn’t share this torture with you- or so you hoped. He was off at work. In what you desperately wished was a ventilated room. But who the fuck knew? You certainly didn’t- never having even stepped a toe inside the studio due to you apparently being ‘too much of a distraction’ to the ‘poor lad’ you were dating… if what Brian Epstein had told you rang true. Which… yeah, it probably did.
You didn’t mind; doing the day away with a flurry of random activities. Usually your own work but today you had a rare day off and lazed on the grass of a park near the studio, expecting your significant other to step out the large building’s doors of his work any minute now. You wanted to surprise him, but the heat drew the minutes out longer than they probably were. You dragged yourself to the curb of the building, leaving the cool grass behind, to stare at the large imposing windows of the studio. Nothing was to be seen through the glass- the sun too sharp, nearly blinding you with its reflection.
Emitting a heavy sigh, you slumped down on the steps of the stairs before shooting up only seconds afterwards as the sun-baked stones hit the back of your bare thighs with a fury. You yelled out and stumbled away from the stairs, rubbing the tender and warm skin that had so badly been mistreated.
“Excuse me, miss,” a careful voice came from behind you and, with a powerful blush at the thought of your blunder having had an audience, you turned to face a young boy. He was a tiny thing, barely meeting your waist, and looked up at you with bright green worrisome eyes. “Are you okay, miss?” He asked, and you quickly nodded. “Yes, I am. Thank you for asking,” you crouched down to his height with a smile as you watched his soft features, “you’re a very polite young man.”
He gave a great smile and stumbled over his words to thank you as he bounced on the balls of his heels. Suddenly he trusted a fist forward, and you finally noticed he held a bright red ice-lolly, slightly dripping onto his pale skin. “For you, miss,” he continued his light bouncing as he trusted his fist towards you with great anticipation in his eyes. And who were you to refuse? The sun was trying to test your physical limits. You barely got to answer him before he all but disappeared back into the park across the road- greeted by a small group of boys that yelled excitedly as he returned. You stood up, groaning at the ache that had reached your knees from crouching for too long, and barely got to enjoy the relief when the slamming of a door behind you nearly got you to jump out of your skin.