Too much! An Imagine Book! (in english!)

John Lennon #1

   The year is 1965. The Beatles are at the peak of their success. John has never been so tired, but at the same time he has never been so happy. Every day thousands of crazed fan letter enter through the doors. Some of them sighs at Paul's perfect eyebrows, others say how Ringo's blue eyes are charming, and many comment on how George's accent makes them freak out. John isn't behind either. Most girls comment on his sense of humor.

   As usual, the studio is packed with the day's charts. Each one approaches the stack and collects the letters addressed to these, except for John, who lies on a couch, strumming his guitar.

 -- John, Won't you get your letters? – George asks, opening an orange envelope.

 -- Argh... I'm going... It's always the same thing... "Ah, you are handsome, I am your fan and I love you!"... It seems that only changes the name of who wrote! – The man complains, putting the guitar on the floor, making a small force to stand up.

 -- Ah, but it's important for our fans that we read their letters... -- Paul comments, opening a large package full of biscuits... Taking care that George doesn't get it.

 -- Ok... How many for me today? – John asks, a little sulkily.

-- As incredible as it may sound, you're the one with the fewest letters today, until I've won more! – Ringo says, smiling.

 John knelt next to the letters and put his on his lap. For some reason, a silver envelope caught his attention. Maybe it's because of color, or maybe because of the beauty of writing words "To John Lennon, From (Y/F/N)". He opens the envelope and sees that inside had a letter and a photo, which he allows to see later. He takes the paper and starts to read it:

 Dear John,
My name is (Y/N) and I'm the president of The Beatles fan club here in the Unites States, most necessarily from the city of Washington. You do a lot of success here in America. When I discovered last year that you would come, I freaked out! I really wanted to go to the shows, but unfortunately, in the same week my father went into a coma after an accident at work and I had to be taking care of him in the hospital. He recovered only a few months later. Anyway, I watched A Hard Day's Night... I laughed a lot in the bath scene. I know that you must already be exhausted from reading so many letters, so I apologize for tormenting you with another one, but I would really like to thank you for everything you and your friends have done for our generation... I wanted to send the letter to you, since you're my favorite Beatle. Anyway, also has a photo of me with some members of the fan club. I'm the second from right to left, the one wearing a white sweatshirt written "The Beatles". I hope that when you come to the Unites States again I can fulfill my dream of meeting you.
With love, (Y/N).

 John hurried to get the picture inside the envelope and look for the letter's author in it. When he saw her face, he even loses his temper, such beauty. First of all, he had been impressed by the depth of the letter. He decided that he wanted to know the owner of these words and this wonderful face. What was that? He, John Lennon, was... In love! Just him! The least romantic Beatle! Would do anything to meet (Y/N). He was determined, he would go to Washington... He would look for this girl, and not rest until he found her! He went to his house, still half bewildered. He hastened to call Brian, telling him he would fly to Washington next week, and asked Brian to leave everything right so that he could go with the Beatles private plane. Brian complained and said that John was crazy, but this one didn't even hear and hung up the phone in the man's face. He lay on the bed and tried to sleep, unsuccessfully. He sat down at his desk, lit the lamp, took out a paper and a pen... Was determined to write a letter in response to (Y/N). But what came out was a song:

"Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the girl who came to stay?
She's the kind of girl you want so much
It makes you sorry
Still you don't regret a single day"

 Lennon decided that he would call it "Girl". The next wee John flew to Washington and began a mad search for the girl who had stolen his heart. When he was getting desperate, he remembered that the envelope should have the girl's address. And he was right! He began to search the street, and in a short time he was already walking down this street. The heart pounding, John finally finds the house with the number that was written on the paper. A little hesitantly, climbs the few steps to the door and rings the bell. Shortly after he is attended by a child.

 -- Hi, can I help you? – The boy of little more than ten years speaks. – Hey, wait, aren't you John Lennon? From The Beatles? Man, my sister is your fan! (Y/N) COME HERE! YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT!

-- WHAT'S G... -- A beautiful woman starts down the stairs, the same beautiful woman in the picture. She stops talking when she sees the musician at the door. John, who looks at her in wonder, loses the notion of reality. – JOHN LENNON! – She screams and walks down the rest of the stairs.

 -- I was searching you... I can't sleep since I read your letter... I can't stop thinking about you... -- John talks while he is hugged by the girl. – (Y/N) I think I'm in love...

 -- John, I don't even need to say I've been in love with you since 1963! – (Y/N) says while her little brother makes a face of disgust and comes out close.

 -- You are even more beautiful live! I've never felt this way before! I know it's crazy, I don't even know you at all... But I wrote a music to you

-- My friends say youu're the tough Beatle, but you're sweet! -- The lively girl approaches the lips of the guitarist's lips, gluing them without delay. John, of course, corresponds to readiness. When the air is missing, the two come loose. -- Now, do you want to go to the park and show me the music you made for me?

It'll be an honour! -- John says, before kissing her again.

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Guys, really, how is my english? I'm afraid it's all written wrong... Sorry, if it's wrong...