The picture above is what they look like

I can't quite remember what happened.

I heard voices while I was resting.

But then I started to wake up.

"She's waking up." One voice said.

"Poor little dear." Another said.

"I just hope she's alright." A third said.

"I'm sure she is. She just needs some time." A fourth said.

I recognized these voices from somewhere, but I couldn't place a name and didn't know where.

When I opened your eyes, I found myself in a lovely big room, laying in a big soft bed.

I hope you like the room.

I then looked around and there were 4 young men in front of me.

And it was none other than The Beatles.

Paul was sitting next to me on the side of the bed, John was on the other side of the bed, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Ringo was sitting at the end of the bed. And George was sitting on the bench on the end of the bed, with his arm resting on the bed, looking at me.

I felt my heart beating.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

I was in the same room, alone, with my favorite band, and they were young again.

"You're...........You're the Beatles." I said, still in shock.

"Yes we are." Paul said.

"Whe.....where am I?" I asked, looking around the room.

"Your in our penthouse, love." Ringo said.

I felt my head. 

It really hurt.

Like I got hit in the head with a baseball.

"Here. This should help." Paul said, handing me aspirin and a glass of water.

"Thanks." I said, accepting it. 

I took the aspirin and a sip of water.

"What day is it?" I asked.

"Friday, I think." Paul said.

"Yeah. March 1st, 1968." John said.

When I heard the date, I choked on my water. 

"1968?! It can't be!" I thought to myself.

"You alright, love?" John asked, patting my back.

"I don't know." I said, confused.

George went up to me, raised my chin, and looked into my eyes.

"Pardon me, love. You look a bit scared." He said.

"I'm sorry. I admit I do feel a little scared. How did you guys find me? Where did you find me?" I asked.

"Kind of a long story. We were coming back from a concert we gave and we saw you passed out in an alley right next to the theater we were performing in. So, I picked you up, and we brought you here." John said.

"Well, thank you all for your help." I said.

Ringo picked up my bag and handed it to me.

"Here. We saw this next to you. We assumed it was yours." He said.

I took it politely.

"Thanks." I said.

I sat up and looked down.

I were wearing a long button down man's shirt.

"Uh question. Who dressed me in this?" I asked, hoping it wasn't any of them.

"Don't worry. Our house keeper did that. And we left the room." Paul said, smiling.

"Oh, okay. Good." I said.

"So, you from (Your country)?" George asked, studying my accent.

"How did you guess?" I asked.

"Just a lucky one I suppose." George said.

"We've been on tour there. It's such a beautiful place to visit." John said.

I nodded.

"We asked our house keeper to get you some clothes. They are laid out on the chair. And the powder room is across the hall. We will have breakfast after you get freshened up." Paul said.

"Thank you." I said.

I got up and went to the powder room.

I closed the door, took off the shirt, and stepped in the shower.

The boys were making breakfast, when they heard a voice.

Me.

I was singing in the shower.

And without my knowing, they listened to me sing.

This woman is Jane Russell. She is my biggest role model. I hope to be as beautiful and talented as her someday.

https://youtu.be/xhOd3iW8Mdw

Lyrics-

I wish I was a peach tree

A growin in the ground

And every time my sweetie passed by

I'd shake some peaches down

(Couldn't understand the next line)

And bashful as can be

And if he wants them peaches of mine

He'll have to climb the tree

I want a tall man

Don't want a small man

Long as he is all man

That's good enough for me

They quietly listened.

They were quite impressed by my voice.

"She's got a lovely voice." Paul said.

"Exquisite." John said.

"I'd say talented." Ringo said.

"And may I add angelic?" George said.

They kept listening.

After the shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and my hair and went back to the room I woke up in.

I got dressed in the clothes that were laid out for me.

I looked in the mirror, and brushed my hair.

I stepped out of the room, looking like I was from this time period.

I do love vintage style anyway.