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A Birthday Surprise (John Lennon)

The chatter and excitement backstage were electric. I could hear the muffled sounds of screaming fans and the distant beat of a drum as I stood in the narrow corridor, clutching a small cake decorated with a single candle. Today was John's birthday, and I had a surprise planned that I hoped would make him smile.

"Oi, love, you sure about this?" George asked, leaning against the wall with a cheeky grin. His dark hair flopped over his forehead, and I could see the glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Aye, I'm certain. He'll never expect it," I replied, my heart fluttering with excitement. "Just make sure he doesn't come out here before I'm ready!"

Ringo, with his playful spirit, chimed in, "Blimey, we're all on board! Just don't let him see that cake until the right moment." He winked, giving me a thumbs-up.

"Right, lads, I'll keep an eye on him," Paul said, his accent smooth and reassuring. "You're gonna make his day, you know."

As I waited, I could feel my nerves bubbling beneath the surface. It wasn't just any birthday; it was John's. I loved him fiercely, and I wanted to remind him just how special he was.

A moment later, the door swung open, and I heard John's familiar voice. "What a night! Did you hear them out there? They're bonkers!" He stepped into the hallway, his hair tousled and a bright smile lighting up his face.

"John!" I called, stepping out from behind a stack of amps, the cake held high.

His eyes widened in surprise. "Love? What are you doin' here?" His laughter rang out, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. He looked dashing, clad in a fitted suit that emphasized his slim frame.

"Happy birthday, John!" I beamed, feeling a rush of joy as I approached him.

"Blimey! You didn't have to come all this way," he said, taking the cake from my hands, his expression softening. "But I'm glad you did."

"Of course I did! I couldn't let you celebrate without your favorite person," I teased, a hint of mischief in my tone.

The other Beatles had gathered around us, grinning from ear to ear.

"Alright, mate, blow out the candle!" Ringo encouraged, bouncing slightly on his feet.

John chuckled, his eyes sparkling as he looked at me. "Alright, alright! But first, I have to make a wish." He closed his eyes for a brief moment, then opened them with a twinkle. "Okay, done! Now let's see if it comes true."

With a puff, he blew out the candle, and the room erupted into cheers. Paul clapped him on the back. "Happy birthday, John! Another year older, and still as cheeky as ever!"

"Cheers, Paul! You lot are the best," John said, looking around at his friends. "This is just what I needed."

We all dug into the cake, laughter filling the air. I watched John as he joked with Ringo about how old he was getting, his laughter infectious.

"Oi, mate, if you keep this up, you'll need a walking stick!" Ringo teased, and John shot back with a playful glare.

"I'll take that walking stick and whack you with it, Ringo!" he laughed, the banter between them light and easy.

As the evening wore on, I pulled John aside for a moment of privacy, my heart racing. "I really wanted to make today special for you. You mean so much to me."

He looked down at me, his expression softening. "You've made it special, love. More than you know." He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, sending a warmth through my entire being.

"Happy birthday, John," I whispered against his lips.

"Cheers, love," he replied, his smile brightening even more. "With you by my side, every day feels like a celebration."

As we rejoined the others, I knew this was a birthday neither of us would ever forget, surrounded by laughter, love, and the magic of our shared moments. The world outside faded away, and for a little while, it was just us, caught in the warmth of our connection.