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❝𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖔𝖑 𝖉𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖊, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖆 𝖋𝖔𝖔𝖑,❞

❝𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖇𝖞 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘, 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘. 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖇𝖞 𝖘𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖘, 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘,❞

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| January 15, 1963 |

They walked into the recording studio and headed straight to where Charlotte assumed to be the lounge. There were two sizeable brown leather couches and a glass coffee table. A table lamp sat on a stand that connected the two sofas which lit the room. Floor lamps also were placed at each corner of the room to add to the lighting.

Brian Epstein sat comfortably on a leather couch. He had a newspaper in one hand and a porcelain cup of steaming tea in the other. He peered up when he heard them come into the room.

"Good morning, to whom do I owe the pleasure of meeting such fine young women?" Brian asked politely, standing up to greet the two unfamiliar people by the door.

"I'm Charlotte Mulert, and this is my close friend, Isabel; we're roommates," Charlotte introduced herself, waving a hand towards her shy friend.

"It's nice to meet you two, if I may ask, how do you know these lads?" He gestured to the four boys that were now reclined in the couches conversing with each other.

"I knew Ritchie when we were in high school together; we're close friends," She explained, smiling at Ringo, who was laughing with a big, lovable smile on his face.

"I see. Can I get one of the lads to make you both some tea?" Brian asked, looking between Charlotte and Isabel for confirmation.

"That would be nice, thank you," Charlotte spoke, looking at the four immature men that joked on the couches. 

"Paul, can you make two cups of tea for Charlotte and Isabel?"

"Alright," He answered after a few moments of arguing with John. Paul left the room to make tea presumably, so Charlotte and Isabel sat in his place.

"Hey, Carlotta, we stole Paul's seat," Isabel anxiously looked around.

"There are plenty of other spots to sit at; it isn't like the other empty places are on fire," She reassured her.

Paul returned a few minutes later with identical porcelain cups resembling Brian's, located on the coffee table.

"Thank you," Charlotte and Isabel muttered to Paul before taking sips of the hot drink. Isabel swore under her breath as she quickly set the cup down on the table.

"I burnt my tongue," She spoke to herself before turning to Charlotte, who continued to drink her tea absentmindedly.

Charlotte returned Isabel's gaze with a perplexed expression. She realized that the tea was 'hot' and set down her cup as well.

"Ack, me too," She complained.

"Are ya alright?" George asked, leaning forward in his seat, an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, I'm fine; it just hurts a bit," Isabel replied, tapping the tip of her injured tongue to her sleeve. 

"Alright, come on, lads, we need to start rehearsal," Brian noted, opening the door so the boys could walk into the room.