Just grabbed my friend's ipod of her while she's doig her homework and listening to The White Album! She's going to kill me once she finds me! So here's another chapter of The Times They Are A-Changing!

"How are we supposed to get through that?" I asked him.

"We wait for the car."

Sure enough, a car pulled up. He hopped in, grabbed my arm and dragged me in too. I looked around the car. Me and George weren't the only people in the car. Sitting in the front seat was none other than John Lennon himself. Holy shit, I was in a car with two dead men. How freaky is that?

"Where did you pick up the bird George?"

I didn't care if he was John Lennon. He could be Paul McCartney for all I care. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY called me a bird. George had already learned that. I was about to give out to John but George stopped me. He gave me a look that read 'Don't say anything!' I kept my mouth shut, but continued to glare at John. George turned back to John.

"I ran into her on the street."

"And you just had to stop her and bring her with you?"

"When I say I ran into her, I mean I literally ran into her."

By this time, the girls had realised that the car contained two of The Beatles. Suddenly the car was surrounded by screaming girls. I shrank down in my seat. Who knows what would happen if they saw a girl in a car with The Beatles? I would be ripped to shreds!

After a minute we reached the train where filming was going to be taking place. Some one opened the front door and John hopped out and legged it onto the train. The back door opened. Next thing I knew, George had picked me up and threw me over his shoulder! He also ran for the train.

Once he had put me down I started glaring at him. He looked in confusion at me.

"What? What did I do?"

"Was that really necessary?" I asked him.

"Well how else was I supposed to get you on the train?"

I rolled my eyes. This was going nowhere.

"Come on, let's just find somewhere to sit." He led the way to a compartment where the other three were sitting. Oh my God. I was going to be sitting in the same room as Paul McCartney! On the inside I was freaking out, but on the outside I showed no change of emotion. I was NOT going to freak out in front of Paul. That was when I felt my pocket vibrate.

"Oh shit!"

"What's wrong?" George asked me.

"I've got to step outside for a second," I told him. I walked out of the compartment. I then quickly took my phone out of my skirt pocket to check who texted me. It was Olivia.

'Hey u able 2 meet us at my house?'

I checked the signal. Three bars in 1964! That's pretty impressive! I decided to text her back.

'No way bitch. Still not gonna forgive u.'

I hit send. That incident in the music store was not going to be forgotten quickly.

"What's that you've got in your hand there?"

I turned around my eyes wide. Why did George have to pop up at the worst of times?

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