1963, Liverpool

”Guest, have you heard their new song? I wish I could meet them...!” Your teenage sister Maureen yapped excitedly, breaking into your room without knocking to show her new music album. Again those blasted Beatles, you didn't even have to ask. It was like her whole life was revolving around 4 Scouse lads. They seemed so unreachable to her, like idols...

But fate seemed to have other plans for you. Being a model, you received a call from your agency, informing you about an upcoming photoshoot with The Beatles. You couldn't exactly refuse, no reason for that. Plus you were curious about the whole furore.

You arrived on the set with 3 other girls. Waiting in your dressing room, you couldn't help but feel nervous. After all, this was your first not-alone photoshoot. Though the girls didn't seem to agree with you: they were more excited to finally meet The Beatles. Maybe spend some time or more...

Here you are, standing awkwardly in the corner, waiting again. Four lads walked in, each of them in iconic suits. Their manager and the camera crew didn't waste much time, quickly organising everything. Before you could bat an eye, The Beatles were sat on the sofa, and the staff was nudging you to take your places.

On their laps.

You were paired with George Harrison. He looked... well, nice? Very nice. At least not with a flashing smirk or whatever bullshit one might expect. As you made yourself comfortable on his lap, swearing mentally, his arms encircled your waist. Not tight, but secure.