A local Liverpudlian university's jazz band was touring local clubs, playing swinging tunes. They happened to be in a pub at the same time as two certain lads. Paul McCartney and John Lennon. They were in a booth near the stage.

  "A jazz group's about to play, wanna run to my place?" John suggested .

  "Nah," Paul replied, staring at the green eyed clarinetist.

  "Paul, you hate jazz, why do ye wanna stick around?" John piqued. Paul's gaze followed the clarinet player in black. John put two and two together, and shut up.

  The director announced they'd be playing a piece that featured clarinet, and Paul's ears practically perked up. The melody and rhythm blended beautifully with each other, but Paul didn't notice, he was too enticed by the girl. She played a fall and proceeded to swing up the register.

  "Yer bird can swing, eh Paul" John teased. The performance ended sooner than Paul would have liked.

  He walked outside to see her singing Oh Boy by Buddy Holly.

  "And your bird can sing," John taunted.

  " Hi I'm Paul, and I wanted to know if you'd like to go on a date with me? " He asked. Then a tall blonde boy wrapped his arm around her.

  "Sorry, but you can't have me," she apologised .

  Then Paul and John drank unholy amounts of alcohol.