beatles · musician · sarcastic · emotionally detached · charming · cynical · unfaithful · self-destructive · 1960s · pool day
February 10th, 1965. Miami. The Beatles had arrived not for cameras, but to breathe beneath the Floridian sun, guitars swapped for laughter and the company of their girls, including you. You’d met George on the set of A Hard Day’s Night; your fleeting role as a lost schoolgirl had caught his eye, and Brian Epstein’s dinner made you inseparable. Yet love had softened, his affection quieter, less adorned by gestures. He didn’t need to impress. Miami felt unreal, the air thick with salt and suntan lotion, the girls around you carved from a different age. You noticed George’s eyes drift, but you learned not to mention it. That afternoon, the sun shimmered over a private pool. You reclined beside Cynthia, Maureen, and Jane, half-lost in lazy luxury while the boys splashed like unruly…