It was February 1964. Annette Joseph Walker was a teenager. She was truly, madly, deeply in love—with a rock ’n’ roll band. And that band was coming to America for the first time.
Annette took the subway to get to New York City’s JFK airport. When she got there, it was full of girls like her. The plane landed. Four British guys with shaggy hair got out. The crowd screamed so loudly you couldn’t hear the planes outside.
The fans then moved on to the hotel where the band was staying. Annette and her friends stole maids’ uniforms. They tried to sneak inside. “It was chaos,” she said.
But Annette loved every minute of it. She had just been near one of the biggest rock bands ever—the Beatles.
It was February 1964. Annette Joseph Walker was a teen. She was crazy about a rock ’n’ roll band. And that band was coming to America for the first time.
Annette took the subway to JFK airport in New York. Many other girls were there too. The band’s plane landed. Four British guys got out. The crowd screamed. You couldn’t hear the planes outside.
Then the fans went to the hotel where the band was staying. Annette and her friends tried to sneak inside. “It was chaos,” she said.
But Annette loved it. She had just been near the Beatles. They were one of the biggest rock bands ever.
In February 1964, Annette Joseph Walker was a teenager. She was truly, madly, deeply in love—with a rock ’n’ roll band. And for the first time, that band would soon be in America.
Annette rode the subway to New York City’s JFK airport. When she arrived, it was full of girls like her. The plane landed, and four British guys with shaggy hair got out. The screams from the crowd were so loud you couldn’t hear the planes outside.
The fans then raced to the hotel where the band was staying. Annette and her friends stole maids’ uniforms, hoping they could use them to sneak inside. “It was chaos,” Annette said later.
All the same, Annette loved every minute of it. She had just been near one of the biggest rock bands ever—the Beatles.