*George's PoV*

Hamburg, 1962.

We were doing great job, playing in some German club. People were screaming and cheering loudly to the rhythm of our music. I've never been so proud of myself, doing my best.

I had to admit it. Richard, or - as he prefered to call himself - Ringo, was a really great drummer. A way better than Pete. I didn't understand some fans, screaming, that they want Best back. 'Pete forever, Ringo never'. Why? He was nothing compared to Ringo.

The song has ended. We played an encore just a bit longer, and then, satisfied, we went backstage. A round of applause blew behind our backs, making us smile.

"That was great!," Paul laughed and patted the drummer on the shoulder. "You're gonna be a big man." He looked at John and they both laughed. Smaller man smiled proudly.

I walked to him. "Hey. You played great."

Ringo looked at me with his blue, intense eyes. They were pretty, some thought born in the back of my mind.

"Thanks, George. You rocked today as well. Oh! I've had some great story to tell you. You're gonna burst out laughing."

Behind his back we heard Lennon and McCartney chortling. Cute.

"It happened two years ago..." He started throwing out words, but I suddenly stopped distinguishing them. Instead of focusing on a story, I looked at his face, like in some trance. How he was looking. How he was smiling. How his big, blue eyes were shining with joy. He looked so beautifully. I have thought that before, I knew that before. But today... it was different.

So beautiful and full of positive energy. I couldn't help but smile.

Wait. Stop. Why did I start to focus on Starkey's look? A normal man wasn't thinking about other man like that! It was disgusting and illegal. I was shocked with myself.

And then Ringo laughed. And his laugh was so cute I melted.

"It was awesome, admit it."

Hell, has he just asked me about something? I snaped myself out of this trance.

"Oh, yeah, cool!" I forced a laugh, hoping, that this answer will be okay. I started to feel nervous.

"Ringo, Geo, you coming?" Paul said to us, holding his bass guitar.

"Yeah, we are, wait for us, lovebirds. Let me take my guitar," I murmured.

After a little while, we went out to the Hamburgian night. I couldn't stop myself from looking at Richard. His eyed was shining in the lanterns' light...

What the hell was going on with me? The other three was talking about something, but I bended my head down, not being involved in the conversation.

We went back to ours hotel. Guys wanted me to go and drink with them, but I wasn't in mood, so I refused. I would rather bury myself under the covers. I felt tired and confused of my thoughts. It wasn't okay to think about male like that. Not for me. He's my friend! It's impossible, I couldn't be...

No. I pushed that thought away. I ate a quick supper, took a shower and layed in a bed, hoping, that I'll get over it with the next day.

Unfortunately, I couldn't sleep. I was still thinking about him. About his big blue eyes. About his smile. About how he was shaking his head while playing. All that things made him perfect.

I had pangs of conscience. I shouldn't pay my attention to this. What was happening?

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