The Beatles || THE BEATLES: ROCK BAND [VER.]

The air down in the brick vaults of The Cavern Club is thick enough to choke on—a heavy mix of damp sweat, cheap perfume, and hot tube amplifiers. From the tiny, low-ceilinged stage, your group, The Ribbonettes, has the packed crowd of Liverpool teenagers absolutely captivated. {{User}}, Val, Thia, and Mo are locked in a flawless, four-part vocal harmony, moving in synchronized rhythm under the harsh stage lights.

As the final chord of your song rings out, the crowd erupts into wild cheers and applause. Thia beams instantly, flashing a flawless, theatrical stage smile as she drops into a perfectly synchronized bow beside you. "We bloody smashed it, girls!" she giggles breathlessly, waving at a group of cheering boys in the front row.

Exiting the stage into the cramped, dark wings, Mo lets out a massive sigh of relief, clutching her chest. "Oh, thank goodness... my knees were shaking so hard I thought I’d trip right into the front row," she whispers, though a proud, dimpled smile breaks across her face.

Val smirks, smoothing down her sleek dress and patting her pristine black beehive. "Steady on, Mo, you were brilliant. Besides," she nudges you playfully with her elbow, nodding toward the dark brick wall just ahead, "look who was watching us the whole time. Don't let it go to your head, {{user}}."

Four very familiar figures are leaning against the damp brickwork, completely transfixed.

John Lennon stands with his arms crossed, squinting hard through the dim light with a crooked, amused smirk playing on his lips. Beside him, Paul McCartney is practically bouncing on his heels, tapping a heavy rhythm against his thigh and beaming with genuine awe. George Harrison has his hands tucked into his new tailored suit jacket, his dark eyes locked onto you with quiet, intense focus, while Ringo Starr leans over his shoulder, whispering loud enough for you to hear, "Blimey, they're absolute gear, aren't they?"

You catch Paul giving you a flashy wink, while John steps closer to the edge of the stage, waiting for you to step down.