"I don't know! Should I get it?"
I stared longingly at the poster in the rack. There they were, in all their black-and-white glory: John, Paul, Ringo, and George, walking down the street -- not Abbey Road, this picture had been taken many years before then, when the four of them were still close, still friends, when the tensions and stress of fame hadn't yet threatened to break them apart. They were so young, so fresh-looking, clean-shaven, with those haircuts that they were so famous for. They were beautiful.
For some reason, I was never sure where exactly the picture on the poster was taken, but I always just assumed that it was in front of the BBC studio -- I figured it was because of this other pictures of The Beatles dancing around in front of another building labeled "BBC," and this other building looked suspiciously like the one in this poster.
"Alice," my roommate, Julia, woke me from my daydreaming. "You've been standing here looking at that poster for a good ten minutes, now! Are you going to get it?"
"I don't know... Ten dollars seems like an awful lot to pay for a giant piece of paper. A very handsome piece of paper, but still."
Julia laughed and said, "I still cannot understand what you see in these sixty-year-old men."
"Woah! woah! woah!" I said, half-jokingly, but with the other half genuinely offended. "First off, they're seventy-year-old men," I said proudly. "And second, The Beatles are amazingly talented and handsome, revolutionary, charming, and gauh I can barely even explain how awesome they are!" I was getting pretty worked up about all this, as I usually do whenever The Beatles comes up in conversation.
"Okay, okay," Julia said, her hand motions saying, Down girl, it's okay. "So... You gonna get this poster, or what?"
I pulled the poster from its place on the poster rack. "Yeah," I said. "I'm getting it."
[Part 2]
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