I had been staying with the Beatles for a couple weeks.

They have grown very fond of me.

We were all like best friends.

One morning, I woke up and got dressed in something cute.

I sat at my vanity, trying to figure out what to do with my hair. 

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." I said. 

In comes John.

"Morning, Angel. What's up?" He asked, smiling.

"Oh hi, John. I am just trying to figure out what to do with my hair." I said.

"Allow me." He said, walking up to me.

He took my hairbrush, and brushed my hair. 

I just smiled and allowed him to do so. 

He had such a gentle touch. 

"You have lovely hair." He said.

"Thank you." I said.

He then took a hair tie and braided my hair. 

"And done." He said.

If you can't do this hairstyle, just ignore this.

"Wow. You are really good with hair." I said, admiring the braid.

"Thank you." He said, smiling.

I hugged him.

He hugged me back.

"Would you like to come to the recording studio with us?" He asked.

I looked up at him and smile.

"I'd love to." I said.

The two of us stepped out of my room and went to the kitchen for breakfast.

"Morning, John and lovely lady." Paul said.

I smiled and took a seat.

"So, you coming with us to the recording studio?" He asked.

"John asked me already and I said yes. I'd love to watch you guys record an album." I said.

"Well, you can watch us create an album, but this trip is about you getting your own song in the album." George said.

I froze.

I was so excited inside.

I wanted to scream.

"Are you serious? You really do want me to sing a song for your album?" I asked.

"Of course. That lovely voice needs to be heard." Ringo said.

"I would love that very much." I said.

"So, what song will you sing for our album?" John asked.

I thought for a moment and remembered the song my mom sings to me. 

A well known song. 

An old song that many have sang for so long.

"Danny Boy." I said.

"Oh that's a good one. Very traditional." Paul said.

"Danny Boy it is." John said.