Don't let me down ~ Beatles

*5*

As I see the date printed on the news paper I start muttering no over and over. I drop the paper.

"Please tell me I'm dreaming. I can't be in 1960! I always dreamed of going back in time to the 60s but I just wanna go home. I must be dreaming!" I say. I'm starting to freak a little cause this is not even close to my usual dreams.

"Mis... I mean Josephine were all really confused. Why do you keep asking the year? And why are Ye hurt?" Ringo says and puts a hand on my shoulder and shows me to the chair again. The rest just stumble behind. My head starts throbbing badly so I put my hand on it. I sit in the chair again and the rest all sit around. When we sit down John just raises an eyebrow signalling to tell them what happened.

"Well I got into a fight with the arse cause he kept on annoying me calling me names and shit. He even bloody insulted your band and i got so mad. He kept on calling you an old wrinkly man band and that your all probably dead," I don't realise I'm starting to rant and get really loud, " and they said your albums suck and that you guys can't sing but I bloody lost it and told him your all amazing. Like who the hell does he think he is to fucking insult John fucking Lennon , Paul McCartney, George Harrison and Richard bloody starrkey when all he has done is have the record for the most pimple!" I yell.

There's silence between. They all had blank faces. I didn't mean to rant about the little son of a bitch that smashed head but when I'm passionate about something I don't bloody hold back.

"So....so the next question?" John stutters.

"Well see I though I was in the 60s and though this wasn't a dream but I was being stupid cause there's no way I can go back in time and run in to my favourite band ever. Plus there's no such thing as time travel. I mean it's 2015 and were only working on some stuff and nowhere near time travel. But if it was true I would go back and meet you guys for real. But I'd probably be dead by then." I don't realise I'm just babbling. But I mean it's a dream so it doesn't matter.

"Wait what do you mean? Do you know us?"

"Do you know us? How do ye known our names?"

"Favourite band? Beatles?" The future stars start popping questions left and right.

"Woah calm down. Agh." My head hurts like hell. I grab it between both hands and shut my eyes tight. I try and wait till it calms down. Man even though this dream has the Beatles in it it bloody sucks.

"Ok question 1 of corse I know you your the bloody Beatles my favourite band. You John winston Lennon, James Paul McCartney, George Harrison and Richard starrkey. John your born 9th October 1940. Paul 18th June 1942, Ringo July 7th 1940 and George February 25 1943. I know so much about you. But so do a lot of people. How do I know your names,? Everyone know your names it's like how everyone knows elvis. Last question you see in this dream it's 1960 so ringos not in it yet but you guys are the biggest band in the world." I say this like it's obvious cause it is for me. But for the others there just hearing life changing news. But it was weird when I was talking with each word my head felt like it was going to explode but now it's stopped as has the talking. John starts pacing with his hands on his head but stops all of a sudden.

"Hey what's this?" He says holding up something.

"Ah it's my phone." I know what your thinking she hasn't even got enough food to feed herself properly but she has a phone!? Well it was smashed and broken of the street so finders keepers. Man I am a window licker. Anyway

"A phone??" Paul pipes up for the first time. I turn to explain but when our eyes meet he blushes furiously.

"Ya know a phone. Nearly everyone has one but I found mine in the trash. But ya know it's the most valuable thing I got" I say nonchalant.

Still silence.

"Well dream Beatles I'm going to sleep to see if it makes me wake up so goodnight." I get up and walk to the couch again and drop down ms the second my head hit the pillow I was out.