Don't let me down ~ Beatles

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When I open my eyes I look up to see 4 pairs of eyes staring down at me. I gasp and lean back but I suddenly feel the most intense pain in my head so I put my hand up to see what it is but when I touch it I feel something hot and gooey. I look up at the people and gasp again.
I know who they are.

Looking back with worried and scared eyes is a young Paul McCartney, John Lennon, George Harrison and Ringo Starr. I suddenly sit up and look around the room. I'm in a bedroom. What the hell happened. I must be dreaming. I'm only sleeping. That's it.
I nervously stand up and pace a bit but when u feel light headed I stop. I turn and look at the future Beatles.
"Um I'm sorry miss but I think you should sit down. Your hurt pretty badly." Ringo says in a shy voice. I don't sit down but start pacing again. I glance at them every time and every time do I jump. Then I realise. God I'm stupid. I start laughing but the boys get really freaked out by it.

"Miss are you ok? Yer really scarin us." George pipes up.

"I'm only sleeping. Im only sleeping you see. This is all a dream." I say calmly and sit down in a random chair. The band furrows their eyebrows and looks confused.

"What do yer mean? this isn't a dream lady."

"I'm only sleeping. I'm dreaming and I'll wake up soon and be home. Man I feel stupid for believing this was real." I feel absolutely stupid.

"Miss but if this was a dream you wouldn't be feeling any pain but your heads all smashed and bleedin!" Ringo says and looks at me worriedly. I brush him of and think this is all fake. I keep mumbling to myself I'm only sleeping until a hand holding a wet cloth is close to my face.

"Here Ye go." A quiet voice whispers. I look and see George holding out a washcloth for me. I gingerly take it and place it against my head that I know realise really does hurt like hell. I wince at the sharp pains and as I do I hear one of the boys wince alone with me.

"Ok we'll miss if ya can see me and the lads are extremely confused and  was wondering if you can explain what's goin on." John says and starts to sit in front of the chair and the rest follow. "What's your name miss?"

"Me names Josephine. I'm 17 and from Liverpool. And right now I'm dreaming so this is all me imagination. There's no way this is real." I say it like ever things alright but I'm still a little freaked out.

"We'll miss my names John and this is Paul, geo and Ringo. I'm 21 and George is the baby of the group cause he's 17. We're all from beautiful sunny liver pool and miss your not dreaming. I know you must think I'm an angel but miss your not dead or dreaming." They all sniggered at the sunny Liverpool part but i didn't pay attention to it. They were telling me I wasn't dreaming that this was a reality.

but I couldn't believe it. I must be dreaming. It can be the only explanation. But if it isn't how am I here with the bloody Beatles! Half of them are dead. I start freaking out and realise this is even more messed up than i thought.

All of a sudden I jump to my feet.
"What's the year?? What's the date?" I say over and over. The boys look at me and don't answer probably by thinking I'm crazy. I start rushing around looking for something to tell me the date. I stop and see a news paper on the couch and I run to it. I snatch it up and look frantically for the date.

I stop dead cold when I see December 15 1960 typed in the top.