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❝𝕴 𝖓𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖆 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘, 𝖔𝖗 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙. 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖋𝖊𝖜 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖞, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖊𝖝𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚. 𝕹𝖔𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙, 𝖔𝖗 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖜𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖘𝖊𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗,❞

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(A/N: Smut in this chapter, prepare the bleach because I'm not promising this is gonna be E.L. James type shit XD)

| March 2nd, 1964 |

(A/N: I apologize for the constant lengthy time skips, I promise I'll try my best to not be all over the page, enjoy! Also, this is a pretty long chapter, twice the minimum word count of 2000)

Charlotte's POV

Months had passed and the only thing that seemed consistent in Charlotte's life was her relationship with George and her schoolwork. The Beatles had arrived in America for the first time on February 7th and played on the Ed Sullivan show just two days later. Today, after a week of having returned from America, they began filming their first movie, A Hard Day's Night.

"Hey, I think I should sit there," Paul pointed at the seat closest to the window.

Currently, the boys were aboard the train, getting into place and memorizing lines. Charlotte was, fortunately, able to join the script somehow, being assigned as an extra. She got chosen to speak a few lines rather than to be one of the screaming fans chasing after the boys. Charlotte was one of the schoolgirls in the scene where Paul flirts with them. She was also one of the girls in the train car when John was being pulled away harshly. Charlotte was in 3 scenes in total, her last scene would be when the girls surrounded the band in the luggage car, watching them play.

"Yeah, I do think he should sit there," Ringo added.

"Great, ah, Charlotte," Brian turned to meet the gaze of George's beloved partner.

"Yes?" She asked, ready to do anything he requests of her.

"Are you ready to film your first scene?" He asked her, placing his finger on his chin thoughtfully.

"Yes," She flattened her skirt and ran her hands through her hair.

"Great. Boys?" Brian called, receiving grunts in response. "Let's film the next scene,"

They hopped up from the booth and shuffled over to Brian, who held a clipboard in his hand and a ballpoint pen in the other. He swiveled on his heels to take a glance at the other two girls in the scene with Charlotte. One of the girls, Pattie Boyd, caught Charlotte's eye, so she decided to introduce herself.

She warily approached the blonde woman timidly, feeling inferior to her beauty. Before Charlotte uttered a word, Pattie looked over at her and grinned welcomingly, her smile lighting up the room.