John-

You decided it was time to finally write some songs. The only problem was, you really didn't know how. In the news, you noticed there was a songwriting meeting with local songwriters, and why not go? You needed some inspiration, and you could bounce ideas off of people.

You threw on a little makeup, and a white t-shirt, tights, and combat boots and rushed out the door.

You arrived at the library and found your seat. You jotted some ideas down in your notebook, and waited for further instructions.

"Okay, pick a partner, and share ideas with one another." said the instructor.

You were sitting next to a man named John.

He looked around and laid his eyes on you. "Hi. I'm John."

He startled you at first, but you soon adjusted. "Well hello John, I'm Y/N"

"Can I see your notebook?" he asked full of curiosity. You grew hesitant, he comforted you, "I won't judge."

You handed him your notebook, while he gave you his. You soon realized you both had similar ideas, and a lot in common musically and mentally.

"My God, this is brilliant." he commented.

You blushed, "Thank you. Yours isn't that bad either."

And as he told the press, a girl named Y/N wrote Can't Buy Me Love.

Paul-

You were in the local liquor store, when you went for a bottle, another hand had gone for it.

"Oh, I'm sorry." a male British voice said. "You can have it." he said offering it up.

You turned up your head to see a handsome face staring back at you. "Oh- thank you."

"So we have the same taste I see." he commented.

You nodded, "Yeah, you can't go wrong with this one can you?" you said holding up the bottle.

He nodded in agreement. "So what brings you here?" he asked.

You sighed, "Well my brother just got engaged so."

"party with the lads." he said, telling you why he was there.

And you were now his favorite person to drink liquor with. Oh, and you were his favorite person pretty much.

George-

You took your hot coffee and walked out the shop. As it was cold outside, so it was nice to have a hot drink around.

Little did you know, that that drink would soon be taken away from you.

You weren't paying attention and ran into a man, spilling your coffee all over his torso.

"Dear God, I'm so sorry." you said rushing to your jacket to give him some napkins.

"It's fine love." he said looking at you with hazel eyes. "Don't worry about it, I can clean myself up." he said with a toothy smile.

"Why don't I buy you another coffee?" He suggested.

You were amazed at his kindness. You just spilled coffee all over him, and now he buys you a coffee? Not to mention, he was quite handsome.

"Sure." you gave in to his offer.

You two got to know one another as you walked to the coffee shop, and who would've known the guy you spilled coffee all over would become closer to you than anyone else.

Ringo-

You were at your job, the bar you worked at. When a group of four men came rushing through the door. They all sat down at the bar and settled down. You gave them four lagers and continued on with what you were doing.

You caught the eye of one of them staring at you, while the other three teased.

He spoke up, "Ma'am, can I have another lager please?" he asked.

You handed him the drink, "I think you called me over here for more than just a lager, am I right?"

He blushed hysterically, and nodded. "Yeah, okay you caught me."

You wrote down your number on a napkin and now you two were engaged.