~ Ringo's P.O.V. ~
It was only a few months until high school will end, I can't wait. I know Mal will never like me back and I just want to move on, go to college and pursue my life..to be honest I don't know what I want to be but I only have months to figure it out, the only thing I can do is drum but I know I carnt make a living out of it. As usual I walk by myself to class, I want to hold someone's hand while I'm walking, or take them there but I was just lonely, until John blocks my way.
John: 'ey mate!
Ringo: I'm not yer mate
John: I hear ye play drums
Ringo: yeah and?
John: we need a drummer fer our band
Ringo: yer band eh? We're not even friends, I kissed yer girlfriend!
John: I had cheated in her, which I'm not proud of, look I know we've had our ups and downs but we really need ye
Ringo: who's we?
John: me friend Rory, Paul, George -
Ringo: George? Harrison?
John: yeah him! Please lad, just one performance, if ye don't like us then ye can leave, but if you do, you can stay
If George was in this band, then I will join for the one night. At least I know someone there...
Ringo: what's the name of this 'band'?
John: we're with 'The quarrymen' at the moment, might change soon
Ringo: alright, I'll try that one night
John: Ringo, that's great!
Maybe because I was bored, or somewhat but I get to drum for a crowd..drumming helps me get my frustrations out so this will help me...
