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February 7th 1964
The winter skies were clear and The Beatles were preparing for their journey to New York. It was their first time going to the U.S and they were excited but nervous, and Paul bit his nails in anticipation. They sat together in the airport waiting for their flight.
“I hope America is as good as it sounds..” John says. Paul looks over and nods in agreement, still biting away at his nails. “Stop biting your bloody nails, Paul.” Paul replies “Please hold me John, get me pregnant.” John laughs in response, completely unaware of the fact that Paul meant every single word.
A random man approaches the four, seemingly lost. “Excuse me, I can’t seem to find my gate.” The group looks at the man before blatantly ignoring him, going back to their conversations. The man assumes they didn’t hear him, so he speaks again. “Sorry, can I have a little help here?” George turns to look at the man once again, angered and annoyed. “Fuck off!” He yells, and the man takes offense. He glares at the four before muttering under his breath in Korean, “I hope you get lost in a foreign country, you scoundrels!” Before turning the corner and disappearing into thin air.
George feels a shiver down his spine, suddenly anxious. “I have a bad feeling about that guy…” John and Ringo look at each other with amused looks on their faces before looking over at George. “Why would you think that, it was just some random guy.” Ringo says.
An hour later, they board the plane, officially starting the beginning of their trip to America. Or so they thought..