The year was 1965. The Beatles were the BIGGEST name in the world! All you had to do is say John Lennon and you can bet that a crowd of Beatlemanics would be going crazy while singing Twist and Shout!

Let's just say, life was all peaches and cream for the Fab Four!

One day in the studio, the Beatles were fooling around. George was stuffing his face full of biscuits, John and Paul were singing All my Loving in silly voices, and Ringo was dancing to his little brothers' funny way of singing.

"All my loving! I will send to you! All my loving! Darling, I'll be true!" John and Macca belted out with high-pitched vocals as Ringo did the chicken dance.

George heard everything that was going on, upon finishing his tenth biscuit he raced to where his elder brothers were having a ball. He wanted to join as well, so he danced along side of Starr much to everyone's amusement.

"Break it down, Magpie!" Ringo laughed as the song blasted in his ears.

"Yeah yeah yeah!"

Then Lenny and Maccaroni began to sing I Want To Hold Your Hand. Starr and Harrison giggled as they took each other's hands and did a funny dance together. Singing and laughing filled the air as the sun shined through an open window.

Once the song was over, they all giggled and hugged each. The younger Beatles just thought of the fun songs they just sang, but Ringo took it all in. He loves his friends and the happy memories they have. Anytime they're together, everyone could feel the love between them.

"I love them all!" The blue eyed Beatle thought as he, George, and Paul laughed at a joke that John made.

But the laughter was interrupted when a knock on the door was heard. Paul rushed to open it up and let the postman on the other side in to deliver their thousands of fanmail.

"Are you Paul McCartney?" He asked, his voice cracking when he said Paul's last name.

"No, he's Marie Antoinette!" John sassed before Paul could answer, leading to the other two Beatles giggling at his joke response.

The visitor looked like a deer in headlights until Paul chuckled and reached out for the letters. "Yes, I'm Paul McCartney!" He beamed as the blonde postman handed him the letters.

"Okay then." Confused, he went off.

The four were quiet as he ran. But once the postman was out of sight, they all burst into laughter as Paul closed the door with his foot. As he was laughing, Macca walked to the three, so they can look through the letters.

It was mostly fanmail, but one stood out from the rest. When George opened the small yellow envelope, he was smiling from ear to ear. "Listen to this lads! We're all going to a party!"

Ringo, John, and Paul instantly raced over to scan over the invitation. The party was tomorrow night at 8:00pm at the biggest and the most luxurious diner in New York. The hosts were two well-known and highly respected scientists.

"Wow! But I wonder why some scientists would want to invite a rock band to their party?" Ringo asked.

"Aw cheer up Rich, who wouldn't want to invite us to any parties? We're world famous!"