Back to 1960s to be a Rocker

Chapter 3 First time arrived Abbey road

Lucy followed John Lennon down the streets of London, still half convinced she was dreaming. The cool January air nipped at her cheeks, but even the cold couldn't snap her out of the whirlwind in her head. She was about to step into Abbey Road Studios with The Beatles. How was this her life?

As they walked, her eyes scanned the surrounding buildings, catching glimpses of London's 1960s charm—old brick structures, buzzing street vendors, and the distinct red double-decker buses passing by. But it wasn't the cityscape that had Lucy on edge; it was the fact that she was on her way to one of the most iconic places in rock history.

And then she saw it—the crosswalk.

Lucy stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes widening. This was it. The zebra-striped crosswalk from the Abbey Roadalbum cover, the one every Beatles fan knew by heart. In her time, it was one of the most famous photos in music history. She had seen it on posters, T-shirts, even coffee mugs. And now, here it was, right in front of her, just an ordinary part of London's streets in 1964.

"Oi, Lucy, what are you doing?" John called out from a few steps ahead, his brows furrowed as he turned back to look at her.

Lucy barely heard him. A grin spread across her face, and before she could stop herself, she stepped into the middle of the crosswalk and struck the pose—arms down, feet slightly apart, mimicking Paul McCartney's stance from the album cover photo that wouldn't even be taken for another five years. She held it for a second, feeling like she was stepping into the pages of rock 'n' roll history.

John stared at her, his confusion obvious. "What the hell are you doing, love?"

Lucy laughed and quickly stepped off the crosswalk, realizing she might have overdone it. "Oh, nothing. Just... checking the lines. You know, safety first."

"Right..." John raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "You're a strange one, Lucy."

"Yeah," Lucy muttered, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Nice move, genius. Pretend to be a safety inspector in front of John Lennon.

As they reached the entrance to Abbey Road Studios, Lucy's heart thumped louder. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. This was a place where legends had been made, and now she was walking in like she belonged here. John opened the door, gesturing for her to enter, and Lucy stepped inside.

The studio wasn't as glamorous as she had imagined. It was more practical, filled with amps, guitars, cables running across the floor, and microphones positioned like soldiers in battle. There was a sense of chaos, but also something comforting in the clutter—a space designed for creativity, not for show.

"Make yourself at home," John said with a grin, grabbing his guitar and plopping down on a couch. "Paul and George should be here soon. We're wrapping up some tracks."

Lucy nodded, her eyes still scanning the room. She spotted a grand piano in the corner, a drum set set up near the back, and a few scattered pieces of sheet music. It was surreal. She was standing in Abbey Road Studios. If she didn't know better, she would have thought she'd wandered onto a movie set.

She caught sight of an acoustic guitar resting against the wall and couldn't resist. Walking over, she picked it up, feeling its weight in her hands. It was a beauty—well-worn, like it had seen its share of action.

"Give us a tune, Lucy," John called out from the couch, casually strumming his own guitar.

Lucy swallowed, her palms suddenly sweaty. She wasn't sure if she should play something classic or something different. Then she remembered what had brought her here in the first place—I Should Have Known Better. She had already surprised John with it on the street; maybe this was her chance to make an impression on the whole band.