𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦.

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚡.

Over the next few weeks, the band practiced and practiced. Paul was just as good as the others at guitar, they wrote some cheap songs and covered others, and even got a crowd around the school to hear them play.

The only person who wasn't moving ahead was Pete. He was still terrible at drums and opted to skip practice to hang with his girl. The others were getting sick of him, however, he was the only drummer they had. If they kicked him out, they would have nobody to make things loud.

However, they had other things in mind. Someone invited them to play at their family's wedding. They were over the moon, their first gig! And they were getting paid!

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"Not gonna lie, I don't want Pete to come." John admitted as him, Paul, and George sat in his kitchen. "He's shit."

George nodded, "Yeah, he'll ruin it!"

Paul took a dag. "He's the only thi-"

The phone. Mimi went to answer it. After speaking for a minute, she hung up.

"Lads, you're friend Pete can't come to that show you have, he has a cold." she turned to face them. "McCartney, you put out that cigarette. Don't smoke in my kitchen!"

Paul blushed and buried his cig in the dust tray while Mimi walked out to give them privacy. John's wish came true, but now they had no drummer, and they're show was the day after tomorrow!

"What are we going to do now?" Paul put his face in his hands.

They sat there in silence and hopelessness until a lightbulb flew over George's head.

"I think I know somebody who can help.."

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"How's your band?" Ringo asked one day as him and John walked through the school halls.

"Eh. Pete's drumming kinda sucks, man."

"I really like to play drums! If you ever need someone to lend an extra drumstick.." However, he stopped talking when he noticed George was paying attention to girls instead of him.

George blushed at a hot girl walking past him, "That's nice...."

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George led them to Ringo's front door. John and Paul were a bit nervous, even frightened. They'd seen Ringo before, and he looked terrifying with his facial hair, weird hair, and his block. They didn't know what to expect.

Harrison knocked on the door. Ringo appeared two seconds later, a cigarette in his mouth and a comb in his hand.

"George! What a surprise!" Ringo greeted his best friend with a high-five. "And I see you brought your friends!"

Before the other could introduce them, John grinned as he shook Ringo's hand, "Hi Bingo."

Paul froze. What will this popular kid do to them? Beat them up?

Oh man...

However, he got the joke. "Nice to see you, lemon." He turned to Paul. "And you are?"