Do You Want To Know a Secret?

9. Act Naturally

I watched Paul, John, George and Pete walk onto stage in their new suits getting an outstanding response from their female audience much to the satisfaction of my uncle, who had spent hours before the gig convincing them to wear them. The turning point for the boys happened when a group of girls had passed by them waving seductively, obviously drawn in by their appearances of posh young businessmen.

While they began their set I had been standing near the back with Ringo, whom I'd become to be pretty close to since we hit it off at the party a few days ago. He was quite lovable like a big teddy bear, despite his rugged appearance. His multiple rings on each hand, piercing blue eyes and leather jacket could make him seem very intimidating to someone who didn't know him, the only giveaway to his personality being the huge grin he always wore ear to ear that could brighten anyone's day.

"You mean to tell me you haven't talked to George since Friday?" Ringo spoke shocked. I shrugged and nodded ashamed of myself. The guys had passed in the shop a couple of times to talk to my uncle Brian but I was still so nervous to say anything to George, I didn't want to ruin things like I usually seemed to do, I mean I was about to ruin Paul's relationship, I wasn't ready to accidentally ruin another one of my own.

"What am I supposed to say?" I spoke warily, my eyes practically bulging out of my head at the thought of trying to speak to him after our moment on Friday. Ritchie rolled his eyes and shook his head. Although I hated to admit it, I really liked George and I was frightened to let myself become so close to him so quickly, the last thing I wanted is to have my trust built up only to be broken like the last time I tried to love someone.

"Let me think, maybe, I dunno, hello?" Ringo spoke sarcastically. I gave him a blank stare watching him become quite irratated by the situation. I listened to the loud booms of the boys instruments for a moment as they started to play.

"Alright, I know, but I'm nervous enough as it is to tell Paul about Iris, I can only handle so much at once." I sighed heavily. Ringo nodded understandingly, knowing the whole story I had told George after I'd explained it to him and John just before we'd left the party. I would've told Pete too but I hadn't seen him, or even talked to him at the party, I was becoming to favour Ringo better than one of my uncles own clients. Only if Ringo was in the Beatles.... one can dream, I thought to myself longingly.

The tension George and John felt from keeping the secret from Paul was evident onstage, they were trying so hard to act naturally the smiles on their faces looked rehearsed and their eyes wandered anywhere other than where Paul was standing, it was almost humorous.

"I love this song!" Ringo exclaimed happily after a moment of listening to the loud blare of the music. I had recognized it as Money originally by Barrett Strong, and smiled as Ringo took my hand to drag me out to the dance floor. It wasn't nearly as crowded in the club as usual because of it being 8 o'clock on a school night but there were still some people making it crowded enough for my cheeks to heat up from being dragged in the middle of everyone once I realized he wanted to dance.

Once we got out to the middle of the room Ringo started to dance to the music happily, leaving me to stand awkwardly watching him unable to keep rhythm properly even if it hit me over the head. I started to internally panic wanting to avoid embarrassing myself in front of the people around us starting to stare at the two of us.

Quickly Ringo noticed my predicament and held out one of his hands full of gold jewelry. I accepted it and he twirled me around and started to lead me in a jive dance making the both of us start to laugh uncontrollably as we danced around like maniacs, seeming to forget we were in public.