(Author's note: I wrote this chapter along with the one after this before I heard the tragic news of Cynthia Lennon, AKA, John's first wife, died today. No, this is not an April Fools joke, though I wish it was. R.I.P. Cynthia Lennon 1939-2015)

"Aw, Paulie, I bet you're dreamin' 'bout her again." John said.

"Hmm? Oh, uh, potato starch. Sorry, I was just-"

"Dreamin' 'bout Elsie, aren't ya?" George asked.

"How can I not? She's the most beautiful girl that ever walked this earth. She talks with a voice of peaches and cream, her hair is pure silk, her eyes like sapphire jewels, her-"

"-boyfriend doesn't stop blabbing 'bout her." Ringo intruded, snapping Paul back into reality.

"Because the world needs to know how much I love that girl. Elise is so beautiful, the sun rises just to see her. And she, out of all the guys on earth, chose me." Paul went back to his daydreaming.

"Hey, Romeo, your Juliet's waitin' for ya." John pointed to the girl. She had her light brown hair curled up on the end. She was in a cream dress, glancing at her phone, looking around. She was still a little shy even though she lived in America all her life. The only people she wasn't shy of was Paul and his friends, who just moved from Liverpool.

"Oh, Ellie?" Paul said. She turned her head to the side. Paul motioned for her to join them.

"Paul! She exclaimed in her American accent, running to him in somewhat of a skipping fashion. She sat next to Paul, gazing into his doe eyes.

"How are you, love?" He asked, gazing into her eyes.

"Oh, just fine. And you?"

"Gear."

"I have a surprise for you at my house."

"Okay, I'll walk with you." Paul left the table as she got up, completely forgetting about the rest of them.

"I think he forgot about practice." George realized.

"You don't say," John said sarcastically. John pulled out his phone and put in a number. "Hey, Stu? Paul won't be at practice today. Stu, don't freak. Why? Elise. That's why. Fine."

"You wanna listen to my new play list?" She asked as they walked along. Paul nodded his head, grabbing the right ear bud as she grabbed the left. Herman's Hermits began to sing "I'm Into Something Good".

"They couldn't phrase it any better." Paul thought as they walked along.