*Pete’s POV*

I arrived in Hamburg in the late evening. Beatles were here for the entire day. Wonder how were they doing?

I’ve checked in at the hotel near to the place where they were playing. It looks like I had to visit them. I still had no idea, what to do. No idea, how to ruin them. I only knew I had to do it fast.

Tired of the long journey, I fell asleep.

I spent most of the day in my room, thinking about plan. Something that will cross their career, just like they’ve crossed mine. Something that’ll end them.

Later that evening I went to their performance to see how the new drummer was playing. I was standing back, hidden deeply in a crowd. Surprisingly, there were lots of people waiting for them.. A lot more than I expected. When they finally appeared on a scene, the applause blew. The Beatles greeted the audience and quickly started to play.

Richard wasn’t that bad, I thought. But the songs were easy, even a child could bear it. I decided to wait for his solo. Solo is a good occassion to show off.

After many of the songs, especially Holly’s and Elvis’, they went backstage, with the people cheering loudly. I had the entire set list memorized, because, well, until recently I played it regularly. And I couldn’t believe they threw the drum solo away. Which drummer resigns from a fun like that?

Maybe Ringo isn’t as good as everyone thinks.

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*George's POV*

“Hey, you did a great job!” George, our producer, praised us when we went backstage, smiling.

“We would do better if someone wasn’t mistaking the bars.” John looked at me with an irritation, making me feel guilty.

“Sorry, guys… I can’t focus recently.”

“Yeah, we’ve noticed.”

“John, don’t be childish, it happens to everyone. The most important is that the public didn’t notice,” Paul stood up for me.

“I’m not childish, I just… want some professionalism!”

“Boys, please…” Martin sighed. He didn't like us to argue. And we did it very often, but not seriously. We all knew somewhere deep in our minds that we couldn’t last apart for a long time.

So we looked at each other, embarassed. I felt so guilty. Paul was right, good, that no one has noticed. But I couldn't count on that luck forever. Because of my damn feelings that were ruining everything in my mind and now in the band. I had to take it more seriously. Do my best. Shame that some drummer was tangling the chords in my mind everytime.

Paul saved us from an uncomfortable silence. “Okay, stop arguing. We’ve just played an another great concert. It sounds like an occassion to drink! What do you think?”

“I’m in,” said Ringo immidiately.

“Me too,” added John.

I wasn’t so sure. My feelings were still haunting and chasing me, not giving a moment of rest. Ringo couldn’t leave my mind. Damn blue-eyed boy.

“But…” I started, but Lennon didn’t give me a choice.

“No buts! You’re coming, whether you want it or not!” he patted on my shoulder.

“Come on, Joj,” said Richard. Words couldn’t express how much I loved when he called me that. It sounded so beautiful on his lips.

“Okay, okay, if I have to!” I raised my hands in a defence.

Few moments passed until we decided where to go and what to eat. We only agreed at one thing: we needed to drink.

Finally we found some restaurant. Not that it was luxurious, fancy or something. But it looked nice inside. I liked that place. We made the orders. I was hungry like hell so I started to eat at the same moment when the meal appeared on a table.

“Almost like you haven’t eaten in years!” Ringo spoke, glancing at me. I looked at him for a second and then back at a plate. I couldn’t help but smile.

“He’s always like that,” John said, grinning devilishly. “I remember that one day, back on the gig…” No, please, everything but not this story. Thank God, Paul kicked him under the table.

“Stop it, John, you embarrasses him!”

Everyone at the table laughed.

That’s how the entire evening went by. Drinking, talking, saying funny stories about ourselves. I thought how much I love these guys. What would I do without them?

At some point Macca and John started to talk like there was no world beyond the two of them. Or at least about us. There was always something special in a way they looked at each other. Ringo glanced at me and rolled his eyes with a smile. That smile of his.

We made an eye contact for only a moment but it was enough to make my heart melt.

“I-I need to go to the loo,” I ran away from them.

I looked at a mirror. George Harrison stared at me from the reflection. He didn’t look like me. I was so pale now and had dark circles under my eyes. Sleepless nights have begun to affect. And there was some kind of pain in my eyes.

I sank onto the floor with a sigh, feeling sick. God, I couldn’t deny and fight anymore with something I felt for only few days. I couldn’t hold it. How crazy was this?

And what should I do? Tell Ringo?

Tell that…

...I fell in love with him?

For the first time I dared to say it in my mind and that thought overwheld me with all of its power. It made me feel cold. Everything was wrong. He was a man. It wasn’t legal. And certainly not normal. If I tell him, I’ll ruin everything… our just growing friendship, our band, everything.

I couldn’t tell him but I couldn’t bottle up my feelings.

“I love you. I’m not sure about that but I’m happy just thinking about you. It’s so crazy but I want to drown in your big blue eyes and the smile of yours. I want to be close to you as long as it’s possible.”

And that’s what I was supposed to tell him? Because that was screaming my mind.

I’ve made an insecure decision - I’ll confess my love to Richard. He deserves this. I splashed my face with a water and cleared my mind, trying to fight the sickness and walked to ours table.

About an hour later we left the restaurant. Lennon and Macca looked at each other and said: “We’ve got some plans.”

Paul winked at John and smiled. God, they were so cute.
After that they went ahead, poking each other on the way. Rings laughed glanced at me. “So… are we going back to the hotel? Those queers are too busy with each other,” blue-eyed man chuckled.

This comment made my blood cold. I looked at the sky. Heavens, help me. Calm down, Harrison. Make it over.

“Rings…” I said, praying that he didn’t hear the beating of my heart.

“Yes?”

“You know… I wanted to tell you… Listen, you’re a great friend…”

“I know, you too, he laughed.”

“Let me finish…” I took a sharp breath.

We were standing in an empty street. Lanterns were lighting ours faces. Ringo leaned against the wall. The whole world was spinning.

“I’m… I’m not sure… Ringo, I love you.”