Dreams

60s John (Part 1)

A/N: This was one of the first dreams I had related to the Beatles, and one of the only ones in the 60s, my dreams were not in the right order, I dreamed and had to "connect the dots", relate each of them to make sense.

London, 1963.

After a long day of studio recordings with the Beatles (I was recording an album with them, you know "A Hard Day's Night"? so...), they were all in the studio, each wanting to go home as soon as possible.

I had known the Beatles a month ago, everyone got along super well with me, Paul and I became very friendly, but after a few hours in the studio, John looked at me in a strange way, since I met them, John was the only one who didn't talk to me much, it was as if he wanted to pass the image of the arrogant Beatle, it was working but I didn't understand why he didn't like me , I had gone out with him a few times to work, he was always very quiet.

Anyway, the recording ended, I said goodbye to everyone, hugged Paul, John kept looking at me in a strange way, I felt his look at every move of mine, Brian Epstein came to me:

- Annie, I need you to do me a favor.

- Yes, Bri?

- Well, I knew that you are also a photographer and that you took some pictures of the boys.

- And?

-When you get home, I wanted you to organize these photos and send them to me, who knows we don't use them on the album cover.

- It's a great idea!

- Ok, then later, I'll ask John to go to your apartment and get the photos for me, right?

- All right then.

We say goodbye and I'll get in a taxi to my apartment. Something tells me that something will happen and it will change my life, and it's not the pictures.

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6:27 pm.

The knock at the door startled me, even though I was expecting someone. Calmly, I walked to the door, placing a hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it, pulling it open.

The moment my eyes laid upon the visitor, they widened in fear, primarily since originally it was intended to be someone else arriving at my door, and not him.

- Hi John.

He flicked the ashes of his cigarette to the floor, his eyebrows raising the moment he saw me.

- Eppy sent me to fetch those sample photos you promised him.

- Oh...Come on in.

I spoke, standing aside as he walked into my flat. Never in a million years would I have thought that of all people, John to be stepping into my flat. 'Great,' I thought as I closed the door behind him, knowing this was going to kill my mood.

- Make yourself at home.

I tried sounding pleasant as I walked away from him and into my bedroom.

John glanced around my flat, a little surprised just how contemporary it was. The radio was on, loud enough for him to hear what was playing. There were so many art pieces on the walls, some he recognized, different artifacts on a shelf, perhaps souvenirs of the places I had traveled, but there was something else that caught his eyes.