For all the Beatle-obsessed teenagers who actually appreciate the Fab Four. We wear black on John's and George's death days, and have parties on their birthdays. We haven't had the opportunity to see them in concert (John was long dead before we were born), so we rely on CDs and records. We know all the words to Hey Jude, I am the Walrus, and Lady Madonna, and we irritate everyone else in our grade by walking down the halls singing them.