"Janet," I said walking towards her, "we have to leave. Now."
"What for? What did he say?"
"It's not important. Please, let's go."
"What about Ringo? Don't you want to say goodbye?," she asked.
"Well, yes, but I....,"
"Good then," Janet said cutting me off. "We're staying. Besides, all you have to do is ignore him. Just relax and dance or something."
“Okay,” I told Janet trying hard to relax a little.
‘God, relaxing is hard when you try to,’ I thought to myself as I watched Ringo play, not paying attention to the music. ‘He looks kinda cute playing..... WAIT! Why am I staring at Ringo? I don’t even like him like that, do I?’
I looked away from him and, just my luck, into Paul’s eyes.
“Maybe you should go over there and talk to her like a normal person. Don’t go and make accusations at her,” George told Paul as he strummed on his guitar.
“I’ve blown it. She told me she didn’t want to see me,” Paul said staring at Martha.
“You haven’t blown it. You just need to learn how to control your temper. Once you do that, you’ll do fine.”
“You think so, George?”
“Yeah, you need to talk to her,” George said as Rory’s group finished. “But first, we have to play!”
“Hey, George.”
“Yeah, Paul?
“Don’t forget.”
“Don’t forget what?”
“Don’t forget we have to play later tonight,” Paul answered with a grin.
When Rory’s group finished, Ringo headed towards me with a broad smile on his face.
“Are you always this happy after playing, Ringo?,” I asked him smiling as well. You just can’t help but smile when Ringo’s around.
“No, I’m just always happy,” he said with a laugh.
“So are you staying for awhile, or something because I think I’m leaving and I just wanted to say bye.”
“You can’t leave! We haven’t even danced a single dance yet!,” he said in mock horror.
“Alright. One dance,” I started.
“And it’ll lead to another and another,” he finished. “I’m telling you, I’m such a good dancer, you’ll not be leaving till the music ends!”
“We’ll see,” I said noticing the bass player of the next band adjusting his amp. “Hey, isn’t that your drum set they’re playing on?”
“Yeah. A little accident happened before we went on and their bass drum broke, so I let them borrow mine, much to the dismay of your Paulie,” he said teasing.
“Really?”
“I swear, he’s got it bad for you.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t hear what he said to me while you were playing. He accused me of seeing you even though we just met. He has a jealousy issue to fix.”
“Hey, Paul,” Pete called from Ringo’s drum set. “I hate to bear bad news twice, but there she is with Ringo again.”
“You’ve got to be kidding. She was leaving, or at least she was getting ready to,” he said turning around and scanning through the faces in the crowd.
“Hey, boys!,” John said dashing up to the stage. “I just got off the phone with Epstein and he said we’ve got an audition! On New Year’s!”
“You’re jokin’! We just signed with him not too long ago,” George said in shock.
“It’s true. We’re going to audition with Decca in London!”
“Hey, Paul!,” George shouted. “Did you hear that?! We’re going to London!”
“Hmm?,” he said watching the conversing couple carefully.
“Paul,” John said, a bit agitated at the fact that he wasn’t showing too much enthusiasm. “We’re finally going places. We’re going to get out of this shit hole and make it big and all you can say is ‘Hmm’?!”
“It’s great, Lennon. Really. I just really have a lot on my mind right now.”
“Like what?”
“Like I thing we should play that song we just started writing.”
“This Boy? Why would we want to play that? We’ve only practiced the small bit we wrote and it’s not even close to being finished.”
"I think I can handle improving the missing parts.”
“Hey, then you are a better man than I. I just make up parts that don’t even make sense,” John said putting on his guitar. “I hope you know what you’re doin’, Paulie.”
“We’ll see.”
“Ooh! A waltz,” Ringo said with a lop-sided grin. “May I have this dance?”
“Why yes, you may,” I answered taking his outstretched hand.
As we started to dance, I lost myself in the song. It had such a pretty melody..... And Paul’s voice, so smooth.....
“That boy, isn’t good for you......, He’ll regret it someday......, This boy wants you back again.”
“I can’t believe it,” I said realizing what Paul was doing.
“What’s wrong, luv?,” Ringo asked in a worried voice.
“Paul is what’s wrong. He’s sing this song for us. Well, about us.”
“You’re jokin’.”
“I wish I was. Listen to it,” I said pulling him to the bar.
“O-o-o-h, and this boy.... would be happy..... just to love you, oh my-y-y, that boy.... won’t be happy..... till he’s seen you cry-y-y.”
"You're right, but what can we do?," Ringo asked.
"I don't know, but I am going home. I just need to find Janet."
"I'll take you home, if you'd like," he offered.
"I think I just might take you up on that. Oh! There's Janet! I'll be right back," I said dashing over to where Jated was dancing.
"Hey, Janet! I'm leaving and Ringo's taking me home."
"Okay, Martha, but come here and meet Mike."
I walked over to the two and the face of the guy looked really familiar.
"Hello, Mike," I said reaching out my hand.