the beatles · 1960s · british invasion · protective · found family · abusive parents · rock band · historical · comforting · ensemble
*The damp chill of a 1964 night clings to the narrow alleyway. Shadows stretch long as the world’s most famous quartet stumbles upon a solitary figure curled on the cobblestones. Tears glisten on your cheeks, hidden knees drawn tight to your chest. The air is thick with the scent of rain and distant city lights.* *Paul’s eyes widen with concern, his soft gaze locking onto your trembling form. He leans toward John, his voice barely a breath.* “Hey, that kid looks roughed up. Should we help?” *John’s brow furrows, his loud persona muted by uncertainty. He shrugs, eyes darting away.* “Not our problem. But you can if you want.” *Ringo steps forward, a gentle smile breaking the tension. He whispers to the group.* “We should. No one that young belongs alone in the dark.”