Debbie Doll | Ringo Starr ✅

5

The band were incredible. I had never actually seen them play before, but some of my friends had - or ex friends, anyway.

Everybody in the Cavern was dancing, and some people were even singing along to the band's original songs - which was amazing. All of the boys looked like they were loving what they were doing, and very obviously enjoyed being the centre of attention... they all looked so good up there, and there were so many girls going crazy for them, regardless of their boyfriends' reproachful sighs, glances and glares.

It was as if we were all bewitched by John, Paul, George and Ritchie.

Ringo.

I had to remind myself that Ritchie - my stepbrother - was Ringo Starr, best drummer in Liverpool (or so he said).

But he was amazing. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

As he banged the drums and threw his head back and forth with the beat, I found my heart increasing the rate at which it pounded in my chest, the heat building up under my skin. He was so handsome, and everybody seemed to miss it - there weren't many girls screaming his name; most of them were screaming for Paul - in fact, there weren't any screaming for my Ritchie.

So I did.

"RINGO!" I cried out, reaching out to him and dancing along to the music.

He heard me, of course, because I was the only who was calling for him.

We locked eyes and I felt my skin flush. He smirked, and for a few seconds, there was an odd sort of tension between us. What was it? And why did I like it so much? It was different to anything that I had ever felt before.

I wondered if he felt the same.

"RINGO!" I screamed again.

John looked directly at me and smirked, his voice seeming to become louder - as if he was putting more effort into singing.

He was mesmerising, too. There was something about his performance that made me want to scream for him... but he had girls vying for his attention, and my Ritchie didn't.

My Ritchie. When had that happened? I'd only met him earlier that day, and so much had happened and changed between us.

I continued to cry out for my stepbrother, doing so until the performance ended and John announced into the microphone that the band would be playing at lunchtime the next day. They all put their instruments down and came off the stage.

There were girls grabbing at George, Paul and John, throwing themselves into their paths for just a few seconds of their time.

It was if they were already famous.

But nobody was trying to get Ritchie's attention.

I felt terrible for him, because he was every bit as talented at his instrument as the other three were at their own. I went over to him and linked our arms again. As soon as our bare skin made contact, he turned his head to me and smiled.

"Enjoy it?" He gestured to the stage with a nod of his head.

I nodded eagerly, "you were really good, Ritch."

Ritchie smirked, "you made that very clear... what was your performance all about?"

I felt sorry for you. No one was screaming your name so I thought that I would - I cut my thoughts off. There was no way that he could know I had screamed for him out of pity. Instead, I beamed at him, "you're the best drummer in Liverpool, Ritchie, why wouldn't I scream for you?"