You sigh as you lay on your bed, admiring the walls that you have adorned with posters over the years. Faintly a record is playing, but it's too quiet to tell which one.

Suddenly, you hear a beep outside of your bedroom window. You jump off the bed and rush downstairs to open the front door.

"Y/N!!!" John shouts. "Y/N!!"

Low and behold are The Beatles. Leaning out of the side of a huge coach with bright neon lettering on the side.

"It's the magical mystery tour that's waiting to take you away!" Paul sings, making the other men laugh loudly.

"Waiting to take you away, take you away!" George finishes and the men beckon you with their hands.

"C'mon Y/N! We haven't got all day, let's go!!" Ringo calls.

You stand very still, watching the scene in front of you with wide eyes. Not believing it to be true you slam the door shut behind you and run towards the bus. The men all pile on before you, leaving you to slowly step into the bus. As you enter, the air smells of stale cigarettes and magic. You go to sit down in a seat opposite the men and they all turn to you expectantly, as if to ask you what you think.

"Only took you 50 fucking years." You smirk and the men cheer, the bus engine roaring to life. It comes to life, rolling slowly down the road but speeding up rapidly. It turns round a corner and you laugh along with the men around you, feeling at home. You wouldn't rather be anywhere else but in this moment.