Otis:

"Y/N! We have to leave now!", your younger sister's shrill voice rang up the stairs and into your bedroom, where you stood in front of the mirror running a comb through your hair. "Hold your horses! I'll be there in just a minute.", you sighed exasperatedly before heading down into the front room of your family's quaint house.

This warm Friday evening you were headed to a concert. But it wasn't your choosing. Your sister, Susie, had gotten fixated on this band, 'The Traveling Wilburys', and nearly went mad with excitement when she found that they were headed to your city of all places. However, she was a child and your parents weren't too keen on going with her. You knew better than to contest them, as strict as they tended to be.

By the time your foot reached the floor from the final step, Susie was bolting out the door. Grabbing your coat and bidding goodbye to your parents, you followed after the eager little girl.

The venue was within walking distance. The both of you walked it in relative silence, other than the few times that you had to warn Susie not to dash out into the street. You had to giggle at her hyperactivity.

"We're here!", Susie exclaimed, bouncing up and down, as a towering outdoor auditorium came into your view. Thanks to your sister's rushing, you two had arrived rather early, and chose seats in the very front row, facing towards the center of the wooden stage. In a rural area like where your family resided, popular bands never performed shows. Only in your wildest dreams would say, The Who, or The Rolling Stones, make an appearance. Often times concerts were free, such as this one, and you wouldn't ever see a security guard. Of course, it also meant a more intimate atmosphere during the show.

As the sky grew dimmer and the sun sank down, the seats filled up one by one. You were just about to question whether the band was ever going to appear when suddenly a group of five men strolled out from behind the stage, carrying their instruments. The crowd cheered wildly.

One man in particular caught your eye. Although he was somewhat obscuring his face with dark sunglasses, you were nonetheless captivated.

(AFTER THE SHOW)

As the band finished off their final song and thanked the audience, which garnered yet another round of applause, you became determined to find out the man's identity. Their performance had been fantastic. You could now see the appeal and were rather thankful for your parent's insistence that you go with your sister. That was one benefit of these smaller venues - you had a greater chance of meeting the musicians. You glanced at Susie, who had already found a group of kids to play with. That should keep her occupied for the time being, you thought, then got up from your seat to push past the crowds of people pouring out of the auditorium.

After more shoving than you would have liked, you had at last arrived back stage. It was surprisingly quiet, with just a few people shuffling equipment about. You looked around anxiously. Had the Wilburys already left? Your thoughts were interrupted by a voice.

"Hello there... I don't believe you're one of the roadies?", you glanced upwards with a slight gasp to see that it was the man himself! The very one that you had become so suddenly infatuated with. You struggled to regain composure, feeling your face heat, unable to form coherent words. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you there, love. What's your name?", he asked in a smooth voice.

"Y/N.", you replied, with a voice that quavered ever so slightly. "That's a lovely name. I'm Otis. Otis Wilbury.", he responded, taking your hand and giving it a gentle shake. "Otis... I actually, um, came back to compliment your playing. You're so talented!", you exclaimed, probably blushing furiously. "Why, thank you... that means a lot coming from a pretty girl like you.", Otis chuckled and shot you a sly wink. 

Perhaps Susie dragging you out wasn't so bad after all.

Charlie T. Jr.:

(This takes place when he is younger, in high school. So you both would be 14 years of age when you met.)

You were staring at nothing in particular in the drab classroom, daydreaming as per usual. At your small school, the days tended to be quite dull. The rapping of the teacher's ruler against her desk did nothing to quell your fantasies. It was what she said that caught your attention.

"Class, today we have a new student. Please give a warm welcome to Charles Wilbury, he's come a long way to join us.", she gave a thin smile as a boy stepped rather shyly into the room and slid into the nearest available seat. It seemed like you never got any new students. Year after year, you saw nothing but the same kids. Who would want to move here, you wondered to yourself.

As the clearly quite frazzled teacher began instruction, you couldn't help but notice that this Charles was different, in a very good way. He wasn't rowdy and loud like the other boys. Not to mention that he appeared rather handsome. You would certainly like to know him better.

(AFTER SCHOOL)

As soon as you were dismissed, you raced outside as per usual. You were ready to dart home, but you were stopped in your tracks when you saw the new boy sitting in the fields by the school building. Gathering your nerves, you approached him and sat down beside him. "Hey... Charles, right?", he spun around to face you, giving you an affable grin. "Yeah... but you can call me Charlie, if you like.", he offered. "I'm Y/N. So, um, what brings you here? We don't get new students... ever.", you questioned, making friendly small talk. "It's an interesting story, actually. My mother thought it'd be good for me to get in touch with my heritage. It sounds odd... but it's, uh, it's a bit complicated to explain. My father's from around these parts.", Charlie's gaze shifted to the ground, as if he suddenly became a bit nervous. But you were intrigued. "That's really cool, actually.", you reached out and grasped his hand gently. "You... think so?", Charlie looked into your eyes once more, the both of you feeling your faces flush. "Of course.", you nodded, then, feeling very bold, asked, "Do you want to come by my house and listen to some records?". He didn't respond, making you feel a bit queasy. "Race you there! Well... if you lead the way.", Charlie suddenly shoved you playfully and stood up, taking you by surprise. Feeling relieved, you showed him the way to your house, giggling and running the whole time.

Ever since then you two were the very best of friends... and once you both got a bit older, lovers.

Lefty:

You couldn't help but groan as yet another cheesy love song blared throughout the crowded dance hall. You hated dancing, but your friend Carol spent every Saturday night here. You didn't want to hurt her feelings and reject her. She was a much better dancer, and after all, she had a boyfriend to waltz with. You preferred to keep to yourself, so you hadn't ever danced with anyone. As usual, you sat by yourself, observing the couples both young and old swaying and twirling about on the floor.

It was then that the doors opened, letting in a breeze. You watched as a man with black hair and tinted glasses strolled inside, by himself. That took you by surprise as he was exceptionally good-looking, even if he was older.

Uh-oh. It seems as if you had been caught staring... the man began to make his way towards you. Embarrassed, you turned away and braced yourself for what was to come. Hopefully he wouldn't think you were being rude.

"What're you doing sitting over here all alone, darling?", he spoke in a soft voice, easing your nerves. "Oh... I... I'm not a very talented dancer.", you didn't return his gaze, pretending that your shoes suddenly became interesting. "Nonsense, I'm sure.", he suddenly extended a hand towards you. Surprised, yet very flattered, you took hold of his hand and he lead you out to the elegant dance floor. Silently hoping that you wouldn't make a complete fool of yourself in front of this handsome stranger, you watched what he did and attempted to move in time.

"You're a dirty liar.", the man jested, and you chuckled. Perhaps you weren't as ungraceful as you had thought after all.

After dancing, you both sat back with some drinks and talked for a while. You were beginning to feel very close to the man, who turned out to be a musician by the name of Lefty Wilbury. By the end of the night, you almost didn't want to part from Lefty, but you and Carol had promised your parents you wouldn't be out too late. 

"I have to go... but I had a great time with you, Lefty.", you confessed. "I did as well. We should do this again sometime.", he grinned. You leant across the table you were sitting at and gave Lefty a sweet kiss, sliding him your phone number that you had scribbled in pen on the drink receipt.

As you walked out into the cool night air you knew that you were smitten.

Lucky:

Your uncle had a job at a record label. You loved stopping by his work, and did so whenever an opportunity presented itself. Today happened to be his birthday, so you were bringing by a card and a fancy watch that you had purchased as a gift.

Presents in tow, you quickly headed over to his office. When you arrived in the hallway, however, you noticed a man standing around. You didn't recognize him, but you noted that he was good-looking. You decided to approach him and make small talk. "Hello... do you need help?", you offered somewhat awkwardly. "I'm just waiting to run some things by Mr. Y/LN.", he explained, adding rather bluntly, "He just signed my band... we're the Traveling Wilburys." You had only vaguely heard of the Traveling Wilburys, but they seemed interesting.

"That's cool... actually, uh, Mr. Y/LN is my uncle... it's his birthday, so I'm just going to drop off a gift.", you explained your situation. "I'd never imagined that my new manager would have such a pretty niece.", the man flirted, making you blush. Yet before you could even bat your eyelashes, the office door banged open a few feet away and your uncle burst out. "Oh! I... hope to see you around...?", you stood by, letting the man go ahead to speak with your uncle first. After all, he had important matters to attend to with his band. "The name's Lucky.", he answered with a wink, giving you one last fond glance before making his way down the hall.

Nelson:

You worked at a record shop in your town. Being that you were a music aficionado, this was the perfect job. You listened to a lot of bands of different types, but one stood out as your favourite: the Traveling Wilburys. You owned both of their albums and knew all of their songs, from 'Margarita' to 'Wilbury Twist'.

A certain Wilbury had even caught your eye: Nelson. Although he was older, and it seemed silly to so much admire a man you hadn't met, you simply adored him.

It started out as a typical work day. You had to work the register, which wasn't anything out of the ordinary. But something certainly was: your coworker and best friend, Buster, hadn't shown up yet! Where could he be? He was never late. You began to worry when suddenly the bell on the door chimed and he dashed in, looking rather frantic. "Buster, where were you?", you exclaimed, handing a bag to a customer. "You'll never believe it. Well... I know you're a big fan of the Traveling Wilburys... and...", Buster paused to catch a breath. He was just as mad about the Wilburys as you were. "I know you're not gonna believe me, but... I just landed a gig with them.", he stated, surprisingly calmly. Buster was a drummer, and you had seen him play. He was very talented, but this was incredulous. "No, no, I believe you... but how did this happen?", you trusted him, as Buster wouldn't lie... well, most of the time, anyway, however you weren't aware that he had been auditioning. Then again, he had always wanted to pursue music as a career above anything else.

"Well... if you can remember last week I was a bit busy. That was why... I saw a flier that they were looking for a drummer, and admittedly after a few drinks, decided why not. I drove out, and they just called me today and let me know that I got the job! Our first gig's coming up this weekend.", Buster was clearly ecstatic, as were you! Your old pal had just about become a celebrity overnight! "Congratulations... just... wow. I can't believe it! I'm so happy for you, Buster. You deserve this, you're so talented!", you gushed. 

"Why, thank you... and... um... y'know... if you'd like to tag along, I'm sure they wouldn't mind you slipping in for a little while.", Buster's voice became quiet, but his eyes remained alight with excitement. You couldn't believe your ears. "I'd love to! Thank you so much, Buster!", you made a beeline for your mate and wrapped him in a tight hug. It seemed so surreal that very soon you had a chance to meet your idols... one of which was the man you were so in love with.

(THAT SATURDAY)

Buster picked you up at your house in the evening. You were feeling a bit nervous, in all honesty, but also quite thrilled. "You look nice.", Buster commented sweetly as you slid into the passenger seat beside him. "Thank you.", you responded, your face turning a light shade of pink. Perhaps you had gotten a bit 'fancied up', after all, this was a big night. 

The two of you drove in a relative silence over to the venue, which was a club on the edge of town. It was apparently a happening place, but you had never been. Buster parked out and entered through a back door, motioning for you to follow. You hurried along after him, and upon stepping in after him, you were greeted by the sight of equipment being carried all around and members of the road crew racing around. "The guys should be around here somewhere.", Buster must have noticed your look of confusion. You clung to his side as he roamed backstage, the both of you shuffling through crowds and nearly tripping over cords in the process. 

But you felt your heart begin to race as you heard a flurry of familiar voices. "There you are, Buster! We were gettin' worried you weren't gonna show up.", a man you recognized as Lucky Wilbury chuckled, then noticed you practically glued to the drummer's hip, "Who's this?". "This is my friend, Y/N. She's a big fan... so I figured it'd be okay if she tagged along... I'm sorry if...", Buster began to stutter, clearly anxious that he had made a mistake. "It's fine, Buster. It can't hurt having a pretty lady around.", Otis cut him off, which seemed to reassure your pal enough.

The band members then began to talk amongst themselves, leaving you feeling a bit awkward, yet still starstruck. It was unbelievable how close you were to the Wilburys. You were standing about, getting lost in thought, when you felt a hand suddenly appear on your shoulder. You jumped up and spun around to see none other than Nelson Wilbury! "Oh! I'm sorry, you just gave me a bit of a fright.", you felt a bit embarrassed. "I'm sorry, love. I hadn't meant to... you just looked a bit lonely. I couldn't leave a beautiful girl like that all miserable, now could I?", he gave you a wink that sent your mind into a whirl of happiness. This seemed surreal... so many times you had fantasized about this and now it was coming true.

You and Nelson talked for a while, and you got on very well with one another. You got to watch the show close up, and it was thrilling to see all of your favourite songs performed live. Buster did a cracking job on the drums, and you noticed that Nelson shot a few sly glances at you while he was on stage. After the concert was over and the audience left, you met up with him backstage.

Nelson wound up inviting you out for a nice meal, and it spiraled into a loving relationship. Perhaps dreams do come true after all.

(A/N: Sorry if these weren't the very best... I'm still new to this type of writing. I also apologize for any errors... if you happen to spot one, please notify me so I can correct it. I do a lot of writing early in the morning and later on at night, so I tend to make mistakes, even if I do attempt to read over it before posting).