Smiling to myself like an idiot, I got dressed. When I was ready I ran downstairs. The guys were waiting for me already.

"You're late again, you Sleepy Beauty," Paul smiled broadly.

"I haven't seen you in such a good mood for a long time," said John.

"Well yeah... But now everything's fine. Don't worry," I chuckled and looked at Ringo. He smiled at me as well. Now everything was even better than fine.

We found some cool place to have breakfast in. I ate my serving in a blink of an eye, what caused the others to laugh. Well, I loved food. Nearly as much as I loved Ringo.

I looked in his direction. He seemed so beamish, just started a conversation with Paul. They were talking about musical instruments. John also were adding something now and then. After some time we moved on to the concert. One of them was coming, finally on a proper stage. We were waiting so long to finally show everyone what we can. We had to prepare decently. I was hoping for the best, also I didn't think I'd missing notes anymore.

Few hours later I looked hesitantly at the notebook I was holding in hands. Pages looked messy, many words were struck off and then written again. It made it really hard to read. I don't think anyone beside me would understand what's going on. But Ringo convinced me to show it to the rest anyway.

I walked in with a guitar in my hand. John and Paul were talking about something, Ringo was sitting at his set already. He looked like he were somewhere else mentally though.

"Hey George." John noticed me first. "Can we start? What's that?" He asked as he pointed at the page in my hand.

"A Song. I thought you could take a look. Ringo helped me to finish it." Macca and John starter do read, commenting from time to time. The first one seemed glad. They asked me to play and loved it. They let me play it during the next gig.

We spent the whole week on practicing. We were more than ready for what's going to come. It was Thursday night. One day more before the show. I was looking through the window. Ringo was already asleep. I could hear him, snoring quietly. It made me smile widely.

***

The next evening started like any other. A huge stage-fright appeared right before the concert making us shake a bit. But when we finally made it to the stage we let euphoria. We left all the doubts behind. My guitar and music escaping from its strings were everything, were my whole world, my destiny. I knew I was in the right place. Here, beside the rest of the Beatles, among screaming fans.

Especially when we were about to play my song. I kept on looking at Ringo now and then. I don't think I've ever been happier. We didn't know what's before us, but we enjoyed every minute of the present.

It was an absolute success. Literally everyone was congratulating us. Our manager looked happy and satisfied as ever. He was proud of us. It's been the best gig we ever had. Still excited and glad we were talking behind the stage.

In the end John and Paul exchanged meaningful glances. They apologized and said they were going to meet some fans. Maybe even more than just meet.

Eventually Ringo and me stayed alone. Maybe we should've left as well, but what for? The only person I wanted we with was standing right in front of me. We hugged tightly and started to talk. We were so close. He was my whole world, nothing else counted. I reached and brushed away hair from his face.

"I love you, sandwichie," I mumbled.

"Sandwichie?" he laughed.

"Exactly. You're my sandwichie with cheese and tomato."

"Love you too," Ringo looked at my joyously. Then we kissed. I had no idea what's going to happen soon.