The year was 2010.
Ari was 18 years of age.
She lived on her own in a flat in England, living off a book store worker's salary and keeping up payments on a bright yellow bus.
She did attend school courses, but her days were mainly filled with the Beatles.
Each morning, she greeted the day with a cup of tea in her Beatles mug.
Each evening, she fell asleep to the sound of their music in her earbuds.
Her dreams at night included them. The dreams felt so real, in fact, that it was almost as if she could reach out and just touch them.
Her weekends were booked with Beatles festivals, conventions, tribute concerts, and sightsee tours of anywhere the four men had set their feet.
Sure, to others, she was crazy-obsessed, but throughout her childhood and adolescence, their music was all she had.
The Beatles were her purpose and she vowed to adore them for her entire life.
Some people married other people; Ari had married a band.
...It's hard to explain being in love with a band, especially to someone who has never experienced it.
Simply put, some souls are moved and touched and saves completely by music.
A band can be the reason someone gets up in the morning with hope in a brighter day.
It's a beautiful experience.
When people rolled their eyes at Ari, she never judged them.
Instead, she felt sorry for them.
How tragic it must be to live without a love like the one she had.