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❝𝖂𝖊 𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖜 𝖗𝖔𝖈𝖐𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖟𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞'𝖗𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊,❞

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| December 31st, 1964|

11:59 pm

Charlotte's POV

"It's almost nineteen-sixty-five!" Ringo exclaimed.

The four boys and their partners gathered together in John's mansion to celebrate the new year that was soon to become a reality. Charlotte was excited for the new year, she couldn't wait to see what songs the boys would write this year. Ringo had bought confetti canons filled with gold, silver, and black shiny slips of paper to shoot when the clock strikes twelve. John had a large smile on his face (either due to the alcohol or the new year quickly approaching) and held a large bottle of champagne, ready to pop it open when it was time.

"Three, two, one..." The group chanted. "Happy New Year!"

John broke open the bottle of alcohol with a large 'pop' noise sounding afterward, then sprayed cream-colored foam onto the carpet. Ringo, at the same time, shot the confetti canons into the air and the tiny shiny foil fluttered about, nearly covering the entire living room. Ringo planted a kiss on Maureen's lips, Paul kissed Jane, George wrapped his arms around Charlotte's waist and kissed her, while John leaned down and placed a passionate kiss onto Cynthia's lips.

They all separated and sat in a circle, passing the champagne bottle around to fill the tall glasses each person had.

"So, boys, what are your New Year's resolutions?" Charlotte asked, taking a sip from her portion of alcohol.

"To write more songs," Paul answered for the group, glancing at them to confirm he said the right thing.

"What's yours?" George looked at her, as did all the rest of the group.

"To be more mindful of my condition," Jane, Maureen, and Cynthia glanced between themselves in confusion.

"It's getting pretty late, we should go," Paul stood up and nodded for Jane to rise with him.

"You all can stay the night, it's okay, we've got plenty of room," John insisted, smiling when he saw Cynthia nod in agreement.

"You sure ya won't mind?" The bassist questioned, feeling torn between the two choices.

"Yeah, come on, I'll show ya to yer room," He used a fake posh accent and dramatically guided them upstairs to a guest bedroom.

Paul and Jane vanished into the bedroom and John came sprinting back down, making himself known by coughing. "Is anybody else tired and in need of sleep?"

"I'm pretty drowsy myself," Charlotte yawned, cuddling up to George.

"Alright, I assume ya wanna share a bed with Georgie?"

She nodded slowly, on the brink of falling asleep. George lifted her and cradled her in his arms bridal style, nodding to John to show them where their room is. He grinned and bounded up the stairs, opening one of the doors revealing a nicely decorated room.

George nodded thankfully and watched John shut the door and later heard his loud heavy footsteps rush back down the stairwell. He laid Charlotte on the bed and took her shoes and her jacket off, tucking her into bed.

"Good night, Charlotte, love you," George kissed her lovingly and crawled into bed next to her, spooning her affectionately.

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