Imagine.... 🎵

"Can you not pull my arm off?! Bloody hell..."

You huffed in annoyance at your friend, seeing as she was dragging you through a crowd of countless women around your age, not understand what was going on.

"Come on pokey! You won't believe this, but it's true. It's actually true!"

Your eyes went wide from her sudden excitement at something, still not knowing why she drug you here. She said it was a surprise. A big one her friend from a local record shop told her about, for your benefit.

"Now, you know I love The Beatles. George is sooo dreamy. But! I know how much you love those Stone boys. So here you go. And don't ever say I don't love you."

You looked at her as if she was crazy, when she practically shoved you through a now huge crowd of girls just seeming to go mad.But then you suddenly came face to face with... Brian Jones?!

Wait. Pause. Stop. Brian. Here. Right now. And you're not dreaming??

He was smiling down at a young women wanting an autograph, seeming content within the crowd of beautiful women, making you actually laugh.

And it must have been loud, because his head suddenly raised from looking down at a piece of paper, his eyes meeting yours with sudden interest taking over.

And you remained frozen, thankful that you were able to smile, so you wouldn't look weird.

But his blue eyes, that golden hair and his smile really made your heart race, his eyes remaining locked with yours as you felt the glares of other girls, not really having a care for them.