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| March 24th, 1963 |

"Congrats, boys,"

Charlotte, John, Paul, George, and Ringo were standing in a circle surrounded by people celebrating the band's new album release. 

"Thanks, love," Paul took a sip of his drink.

"It took us a little less than ten hours," John explained, noticeably gazing at a blonde that had walked past. 

Charlotte subtly jabbed her elbow into his side, causing him to wince and turn back to the conversation.

"So, what are your plans for this evening?" They turned to look at Charlotte, seemingly already prepared for that question.

"Get pissed," The four men exclaimed in unison.

"We're going to celebrate like there's no yesterday," Paul threw his arms up, causing a few droplets from the glass to fray onto the floor.

"It's no tomorrow, not yesterday," Charlotte chuckled at his ignorance.

Paul disregarded her statement and roughly grabbed George and Ringo (who were on both sides of him) and dragged them into a bone-crushing hold. 

"Ack, stop that," George desperately tried to escape from Paul's embrace.

"Congratulations, boys," Brian Epstein appeared next to the group.

Charlotte decided that it was time for her to leave the boys and their manager to talk in private, so she slipped away. Tables with white linen tablecloths draped over them were placed by the sides of the room. Craving food (as always), Charlotte made her way there, looking for something to satisfy her aching sweet tooth. She found a platter with medium-sized brownies cut into squares—a few gaps in between, meaning that the attendants to the party have been eating them. Charlotte picked a few from the dish and dropped them onto a napkin, saving them for her friends. 

A shoulder collided with hers, making Charlotte stumble back at the contact. 

"Oh, I'm—" The woman stopped talking when she recognized a familiar face.

"Charlotte!" She exclaimed loudly, pulling the smaller woman into a tight hug.

"Marcie, it's so great to see you," Charlotte pulled away with a wide grin on her face.

"Me too! I've meant to call you," Marcie furrowed her brows, and her gaze subconsciously fell on the four men on the other side of the large ballroom.

"Wait a moment, how do you have my number?" Charlotte squinted her eyes suspiciously at her friend.

"Oh! John gave it to me," She giggled, staring at the back of John's head. 

Charlotte nodded absentmindedly, thinking over Marcie's behaviors towards her other friend. Marcie was a gorgeous woman. She had a blonde bob on her head, a perfectly symmetrical face, and captivating blue eyes. Men wanted to be with her, and women wanted to be her. There was no doubt that she was either in John's league or even past that.

"So who invited you?" Marcie continued her attention now fully on Charlotte.

"Ritchie," She answered.

"Ritchie?" Marcie rose a brow in confusion.

"Ringo invited me," Charlotte laughed.

"Oh," Marcie twirled a stray lock hanging next to her ear around her index finger. "Ritchie is his real name?"