"Sure," you say, grinning. "I'd love to perform with you guys."
"Wonderful!" Ringo cries. He jumps to his feet and rushes off to tell the other lads. You watch him proclaim the news and the reaction is phenomenal. John and Paul cheer loudly and start dancing around like complete maniacs. You can't help smiling.
You notice George isn't capering around and shouting. He's still lolling on the grass a little way away from you. He's sitting in an upright position, staring at you. His expression is neutral and a little scary. You wonder if you should quickly edge away and go to clown around with the other Beatles, but your frozen to the spot. George moves first.
"Hey, you," he says, plonking himself down on the grass beside you.
"Hi," you answer nervously. "What's up?"
"Just wanted to give you a few pieces of information, that's all."
"Oh?" You're suddenly intrigued.
"You know that Brian wants you to perform, right?" George asks, lowering his voice.
"Yes, I'm aware of that," you reply.
"Do you have any idea what instrument Bri wants you to play?"
You think back to you conversation with Ringo. He didn't mention anything about an instrument of any kind. You assumed he meant you'd be singing or dancing. You shake your head. George's solemn expression quickly morphs into a grin.
"Boy, do we have a treat for you!" he says.
You don't like the sound of that.
* * * *
The curtain goes up. The crowd starts screaming. The drums start beating. It's complete pandemonium. John nods at Paul, granting him permission to start that famous countdown.
"One, two, three, FAWH!!" Paul shouts into his microphone.
George runs his fingers up and down the frets of his guitar, swaying back and forth in time with the beat. John plucks at his guitar strings with great gusto. Paul screams out the lyrics to I Saw Her Standing There. Ringo is having a great time pounding on his drums.
You're having an equally good time, shaking your maracas like nobody's business and swiveling your hips in time with the music. Some might say being made to play the maracas isn't all the special; maybe it's even a bit degrading. You're still having fun and feel great. The lads kitted you out with a collarless suit, similar to the ones they're wearing, and smart black leather boots. John even suggested giving you an official Beatles haircut, but you weren't prepared to go that far.
The lads play an eleven song set, with you playing an array of percussion: maracas, castanets, tambourine, all sorts. You enjoy every minute of it. You even feel a little bit disappointed when the show ends and have to take a final bow. The applause and cheers fill the hall. It's an amazing feeling. You never want this day to end.
Unfortunately, the lads bundle you backstage after the show and start swarming all over you, talking nineteen to the dozen. They all congratulate you and make a huge fuss, but the commotion soon dies down and the lads drift off to their individual dressing rooms for a rest and a bite to eat.
"Well, that was fun," you say to no one in particular, shoving your hands in your jacket pockets.
You feel something rough and crackly in one of the pockets!
You pull it out... and discover a crumpled piece of paper. It's a note!
"That wasn't there before," you murmur as you unfold the paper.
Hi!
It's been wonderful to meet and spend the day with you. You're such a lovely girl and I've enjoyed every single moment we spent together. I know we don't really know each other very well, but I'd love to see more of you sometime soon. Maybe we could arrange a date?
Come to my dressing room after the show so we can chat.
Lots of love,
The message ends there. No proper signature. Just a big inky smudge where the signature would usually go on a letter. You have no idea who the note is from, but you have a good idea of who could have sent it.
If you think the note is from John, go to Chapter Thirty.
If you think the note is from Paul, go to Chapter Thirty-One.
If you think the note is from George, go to Chapter Thirty-Two.
If you think the note is from Ringo, go to Chapter Thirty-Three.

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Twist and Shout (Choose Your Own Adventure)
FanfictionThe year is 1964, and you have to get home from work. There are all sorts of possibilities and adventures for you to choose... and not all of them end well. My first go at a "Choose Your Own Adventure"! I hope you like it! :D (COMPLETED)