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(A/N: This chapter is the finale of the first book! Thank you for sticking with me and reading all the way through, there will be another book after this that continues the story of John and Charlotte. Stay tuned for the next book's first chapters 😀)

| February 7th, 1965 |

Charlotte's POV

Charlotte decided that she's been away from the boys far too long, so she took the long walk to the studio. The policeman that was regularly summoned onto the front steps of the building nodded curtly as a polite greeting. She returned the gesture before entering the lobby, approaching the reception desk.

"Good morning, Ms. Mulert, here to see the boys as usual?" The kind young lady spoke behind the tall desk.

There were large stacks of papers crowding her workspace on the desk and her phone rang twenty times in a single minute. She was quite busy, so Charlotte usually didn't receive the opportunity to have a nice conversation with her.

"Yup," Charlotte replied, tapping her fingertips on the glass surface patiently.

"Great, second-to-last door on the left, as you already know," The woman chuckled, writing down Charlotte's name on a clipboard.

"Great, I'll see you later,"

Charlotte exited the foyer and strolled down the hallway, looking at the numerous photographs and paintings hanging on the walls. Once she reached the end of the corridor, she carefully turned the doorknob and stepped into the recording room, seeing the band's faces all turn to see her standing there.

"Hey?" She waved awkwardly since the boys were simply staring at her.

George was the first to react, he stood up from his chair in the center of the room and neared her still form, hugging her tightly. Paul was next, he followed after George, but instead kept his distance from the two. Soon enough, all of them were standing around her with big smiles on their faces and funny stories to tell.

"It's been a long time," Charlotte spoked, grinning at the warm welcome she acquired.

"Come sit with us," Ringo ushered her into the center of the room.

There were four stools placed in a circle, each of their instruments were carefully standing upright next to their seats. Except for Ringo, whose drum set was sectioned off from the circle. A platter was placed on the floor in the middle of the circle the chairs formed. There were sandwiches, four cups of tea, and an ashtray with multiple cigarette butts lying inside.

The four boys sat in their designated chairs, George having pulled an extra one out from the corner of the room for Charlotte to sit on.

"So all that stuff happened while I was gone?" She looked between the members of the quartet.

"Yeah, we missed ya," George beamed, looking quite adorable.

"So I heard that new song you were playing," Charlotte directed this statement to George, who lowered his head timidly and blushed.

"How did ya here about it? We didn't have it finished before you left the studio the last time," John narrowed his eyes.

"I came in here a little while ago and I got to hear you play it," She shrugged.

"Well, do ya like it?" Paul spoke, grabbing his bass guitar and holding it on his lap.

"Yeah, it's really nice," Charlotte fidgeted with her fingers.