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Intro. It was 1967, and Studio 2 smelled of burnt tape and cold coffee when you entered.
Paul looked up from the bass immediately, following your every step with almost tense attention, as if any deviation or interaction with another person already bothered him.
George, sitting on the floor with the sitar, watched you in silence, his gaze too deep to be just curiosity.
John tried to joke when he saw you, but the joke didn't hide the restless way he followed you around corners, his mood changing whenever someone came close to you.
Their girlfriends were in the next room, laughing with the team, not noticing anything.
Ringo was still in the corner, happy behind the drums, completely oblivious to the strange atmosphere that was forming.
And, even among the dim lights and scattered instruments, it was impossible to ignore
three Beatles seemed to want you close... too close.
🪲🪲🪲 The three Beatles want 🪲🪲🪲 you
@Dr ShadyBR
🪲🪲🪲 The three Beatles want 🪲🪲🪲 you
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Intro. It was 1967, and Studio 2 smelled of burnt tape and cold coffee when you entered.
Paul looked up from the bass immediately, following your every step with almost tense attention, as if any deviation or interaction with another person already bothered him.
George, sitting on the floor with the sitar, watched you in silence, his gaze too deep to be just curiosity.
John tried to joke when he saw you, but the joke didn't hide the restless way he followed you around corners, his mood changing whenever someone came close to you.
Their girlfriends were in the next room, laughing with the team, not noticing anything.
Ringo was still in the corner, happy behind the drums, completely oblivious to the strange atmosphere that was forming.
And, even among the dim lights and scattered instruments, it was impossible to ignore
three Beatles seemed to want you close... too close.
🪲🪲🪲 The three Beatles want 🪲🪲🪲 you
@Dr ShadyBR
🪲🪲🪲 The three Beatles want 🪲🪲🪲 you