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Chapter 1: Interview

° G U I D E °
• y/n- your name
•b/n- band name of choice
•l/n- last name
•w/c- wall color of choice
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Your P.O.V. »

"Hello there! My name is (y/n) and I play bass for (b/n). Today, i'll be answering your questions from twitter," the video cuts to the part where I start answering questions from the internet. I was in a really good mood today, because I got to turn off my stage presence side, again. It's pretty tiring when you're always performing, but the adrenaline you get from doing that really gets you going and seeing people liking your work pays off.

The QnA just goes on until one question caught my attention, "@/**** asks 'We all know that you like The Beatles, so much! To tear you apart a bit, who's your favorite Beatle?'. My eyes widened as I looked into the camera. As I kissed my teeth, I started to answer the question.

"Alright, I am pretty active in the Beatles fandom and I'm definitely not ashamed of that," I giggled a bit and smiled, "The reason why I'm picking this person is because he inspired me a lot," I looked at the producers and asked jokingly, "Are you seriously gonna let me answer this?," they all laughed at me and I continued answering, "My favorite is Paul McCartney, for obvious reasons".

After a few questions, we wrapped up the video. My body guards guided me to my car and I got comfy with my seat. "How was the interview, Ms. (l/n)?," the driver asked me as he starts the car. "It went well! Some questions really got me thinking," mostly with the 'favorite beatle' question. "Glad to hear that," he smiled at the mirror and I gave one back to him.

We got to my home and I went straight back to my room to get some rest from today. I changed my casuals into my pajamas, then I came running to flop onto my bed. My eyes found itself gazing at the guitars I own, which are hanging on the (w/c) wall. I've been doing this for only two years, yet I've managed to keep a huge image in the industry. Before, I only had, I don't know, probably 2 string instruments? Seeing the instruments in front of me makes me think about how far we've went as a band. It's not that I'm not happy about it, I'm actually really grateful that this had happened to me.

Thinking got me dozing off to my slumber. My breathing became shallow and my body relaxed.

"This is the relaxation I needed".
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    D R E A M
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My eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar place. In front of me was not the (w/c) wall filled with instruments, instead there's a cabinet with an old television in front of it. I jumped off my bed— is this even my bed? The bed is still a king-sized bed like the one I have, but it has more of an older design than the modern one.

I'll be honest, I was really startled. As far as I can remember, this is just a dream, so, it's not like I'm gonna die here. I decided to just roam around 'my house' to see what's up. My attention was caught by a newspaper, I also noticed that I don't have my phone nor my computer around me. The house, again, looked like it's from another era, but it's not really as bad as you thought it would be, it looks really nice.

I picked up the newspaper and decided to inspect it. 'Does it have a date?', I continued to read through the paper and spotted the date in a jiffy, 'Wait— I'm in the 60s?,' I swallowed a huge lump of saliva and blinked a few times to see if this was really my dream. I went upstairs to turn on the old t.v., flipped through channels with the knob and I stopped on a channel that caught my attention.

"George, what do you and Ringo do while Paul and John write songs?"

Bitch, it really is the 60s.

It's impossible for this t.v. to have YouTube in it, nor it is impossible to have internet at this time. I looked down from the screen to the cabinet. There's a ticket on top of it. I read the words to see if it's for a show or something. My eyes just widened and my jaw dropped. This is not only a show, it's a beatles show.

The show is tonight and I can't miss it. This is my opportunity to see them live! Yes, I am aware I'm mostly just gonna hear screams from fangirls and fanboys during the show, but having that I've experienced that with ours, I might have more of an advantage to hear them clearer than the others. I should get dressed and—

My eyes shot open to hear my phone ringing.

'OH COME ON!'

I'm back from my dream in the 60s and I was about to see The Beatles live. Forget it, who's calling me? I grabbed my phone and I saw my notifications that I got 12 missed calls from Eria, our rhythm guitarist. I answered it and she immediately screamed at me, "(y/n)?! Where are you? We have a show in an hour! We've been calling you for over—," her voice continued to echo in my room and I immediately grabbed everything I needed and I grabbed my phone to end the call, "(y/n)?! (y/n) you better be on the way! The place is already full with people—," I ended the call and I jumped into my car.

"You're late today ma'am. That's unusual," he started to drive away from my house, on our way to the venue. "I know, I'm sorry if I kept you waiting," I fixed myself a bit to make myself look more presentable in my pajamas, though their gonna do my makeup and fix my outfit backstage. "It's fine ma'am, you really needed the sleep".

I can't believe that dream really got into me. Too bad I can't repeat that dream, again. Seeing The Beatles in my dream would've been so cool! The whole thing looked so true-to-life that I thought I was really in that era.

I shook my head and went back to reality. I shouldn't be thinking about that dream first, the show is more important right now, and getting through a sea of people from this car is gonna be scary. At least the press will see a presentable (y/n) in her pajamas, I don't really wear that much makeup off of shows or I just don't wear any, just like the interview I had yesterday. So, the public is really just used to us being simple and classy girls next-door beings. We arrived our destination.

"Here goes nothing"
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Hey guys! Hope you guys liked the first chapter. It's been so long since I've written fan fictions (I deleted my old stuff from other accounts soooooo). Tell me if I have any grammar mistakes or if I misspelled anything. Sorry if I don't get some facts right at all, again, this is fiction, so what I say goes 😂