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knock. knock. i stumble out of a long sleep. i turn to my alarm clock, it’s 7:48AM, my alarm shouldnt go off for another hour.
“y/n!! come downstairs.” my mom calls.
i groan, and step out of bed. i reach for a black hair-tie and put my hair into a messy bun. i slip into my pink slippers, and open my door.
i can hear my mom talking to other people downstairs, who? why are there people in my livingroom? i make my way down the stairs hesitantly. when i reach the foot of the last stair i trip. a tall figure catches me in his arms, while three others loom over us.
“easy now.” he says, his dark brown eyes gazing into mine.
“m-mom!” i jump up, clearly blushing, “who are these people..?” she sighs, shifting her weight from one to the other.
“well, honey, you see… we were doing bad with finances… and..” she doesn’t get a chance to finish before a different man intervenes.
“we’re your new owners!” my jaw drops.
“not ‘owners’ george,” another says jabbing him in the elbow, “adoptees.” the injured one let out a sharp ‘ow’ of pain. i turn to my mom, looking for some sort of clarification.
“listen, i know this is… different. but me and your father decided to… sell… you.. to the beatles for money.” my mom says. i can’t help but let my face show my anger.
“i can’t believe you!” i turn to storm away, but the so-called ‘george’ stops me. “not so fast, lovey.” i gasp, how dare he!
“be gentle, george!” the one who caught me earlier sets me down from george. “my name’s paul, i know this is scary, but we want you to tour with us.”
paul’s voice is soft, and weirdly, i feel calmer. maybe, just maybe, this could be okay. “now go pack and get ready, okay darling?” i nod, blushing slightly, and go upstairs to pack.
i stand in my room now, pulling out a suitcase. what do i even bring? i throw in some band tees, only niche, obscure bands that no one knows. maybe a few long skirts? yeah, that’s good! i bring my suitcase to the bathroom, and put in the basic hygiene necessities.
after all that, i lug my rolling suitcase down the stairs. there they are, the beatles, waiting for me. but still, one stands out. paul lends his hand out to me, i grab it, and he walks me outside to their limousine.
“ringo will take your bag.” paul says, i hand it over to a nice man with a mustache.
“i’m ringo, i made a song about an octopus!” i giggle, but george lectures him to be quiet. i look over my shoulder to see my mom. i wave back to her, but she just smiles.
“look ahead young lady, today starts your new life with us.” this beatle wore round glasses, and was well-dressed. it occurred to me he was the only one i didn’t know of their name.
“excuse me, but, i didn’t get your name.” i said, looking up to him, paul squeezed my hand, clearly annoyed. i glanced back to paul who was rolling his eyes, before looking back to the other beatle.
“i’m john. john lennon.” he smiles, and i smile back.
paul opens the door of the car for me, and i climb in. as all the beatles make their way into the car, i suddenly feel more at home than i ever have before. the engine roars, and we’re on our way. i look out the window to see my mom still standing at the door.
john taps me on the shoulder, “better not dwell on the past, eh?” he says. this doesn’t sit right with me for some reason, but paul smiles at me in the rearview mirror of the passenger seat, and then, suddenly, strangely, everything is alright.