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❝𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖞𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖒𝖆𝖞 𝖇𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖕𝖎𝖉 𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖆 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖊𝖞𝖊,❞

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| March 25th, 1963 |

"We brought Lotti," Paul stepped aside to reveal the much smaller woman behind him.

They stood in front of Brian in the hallway, seeking approval for Charlotte to attend the recording sessions.

Brian was noticeably displeased with her presence in the studio, and he didn't bother concealing it. He shook his head in disapproval and began explaining why.

"She'll distract you, lads, and remember the discussion we had this morning?" 

John scoffed, irritated by the mention of the conversation they had.

"It's not like she's any of our lovers, I don't want her here either, but she's just a friend of theirs," Ringo bumped his foot on John's calf harshly.

Charlotte rolled her eyes at John's attitude towards her. Nice going, Lennon. 

Brian nods and puts his fingers on his chin, deep in thought.

"I'll make a compromise with you,"

Paul, George, and Ringo nodded.

"She may come to the studio whenever she pleases, within reason, as long as she remains out of the public eye," Brian stressed the fact that he wishes to keep her relationship with the Beatles private to maintain their outward appearance as 'available.'

"Of course," Charlotte didn't know how she felt about not being able to see or interact with them in public, but she was willing to oblige to Brian's requests if it means being able to visit them.

"Great, I'm glad we established an understanding; come this way," Brian left the men behind and led her into the familiar box with the controls. 

 "This is where the magic happens; you may take a seat," Brian pulled out the same stool she used last time and sat next to her.

"I like watching them practice," Charlotte watched Ringo set up his drums.

"Likewise,"

In the room with the band, they suddenly broke out into fits of laughter. Charlotte couldn't help but smile at the sight of the four of them enjoying themselves. She quickly coughed and wiped the idiotic grin off her face, and looked at Brian.

"Thanks for letting me come over; I understand what a privilege this is," 

"It's no problem, I'm usually very strict about these men with their women, but you seem different. You're a good change for some of the birds these lads have brought over," Brian laughed.

...

After a few hours of numerous takes and recordings, the band was finished for the day and left the room. Charlotte postulated that it was her time to go as well, so she bid them farewell.

"Thank you, Mr. Epstien, for letting me visit," 

"It's no problem. You best be on your way; it's already," Brian paused to check his watch. "5:45,"

"One more question," She entwined her fingers and raised her eyebrows.

"Yes?"

"Would it be okay if I brought one friend over tomorrow?"