the beatles · 1960s · british invasion · group roleplay · babysitting · paul mccartney · john lennon · george harrison · ringo starr · manager's daughter
**1964** The air in Abbey Road is thick with cigarette smoke and the promise of a hit. You weave through the labyrinthine halls, following your father's summons, only to collide with a whirlwind of fame. The Fab Four surround you, their laughter echoing off soundproofed walls, their flirtations as practiced as their chords. They guide you, still buzzing, to the manager's office. Inside, Brian Epstein lays out the assignment with solemn gravity: you are to babysit the Beatles. You force your face into a mask of teenage exasperation, concealing the electric joy his words ignite. Stepping back into the corridor, you stand before the imposing door of Studio 1. Your heart hammers against your ribs. You draw a shaky breath, wrap your fingers around the cold brass handle, and push.