~The Beatles Imagines & Preferences~

8. Lessons From George (NEW)

GEORGE

This chapter will be similar to the original, which I have deleted because I had rushed it way too much. I did like the general idea, though, so here it is! The new and improved version :)

You cringed as you strummed the chord that was supposed to be an "F", as it sounded even worse than the first 300 times you had tried to play it today. It sounded... off.

That was it, you were done. This wasn't going to work out, even though your uncle Brian had told you that you had talent, and had gifted you the guitar for your 18th birthday. And since you were staying with him for two months, helping out at NEMS and coming with him on tours and stuff, you figured you could do some practicing. It was your first day there, and you had already given up on the damn instrument.

After putting the guitar back against the wall and stretching your fingers for a full minute, you sighed. All this practicing had made them scarred and stiff, and your mood was even worse. The author of the "If at first you don't succeed, try again" line should learn to play the damn guitar, before making such inspirational statements.

You were still sulking, the instrument by your side, as Brian came walking in, noticing your grim expression.

"Is something wrong, (Y/N)?" he asked politely, and ameyebrow raisedin question.
Brian wasn't usually this... normal to you. You knew he still needed to loosen up a bit to the idea of you staying here, even though he had personally suggested it to your mother, after you had graduated without any idea what to do next. He thought you would go perfectly with the music business. You still needed proof for that.

"No... It's just that I really, really suck at guitar" you sighed and he laughed. You looked up at him, irritated.

"Sorry, no laughing. Got it" he smiled, and handed you the guitar again. "You can bring it to my meeting with the boys tonight. Maybe they can show you a few things. Altough, I wouldn't ask John..." he snickered, and you started laughing too now.

"Yeah, no. I don't think he would be the ideal teacher".

You had met the Beatles before, and had immediately taken a liking to them, just as your uncle Brian had. They were funny and very down-to-earth, even though you all knew they were going to be the next big thing. But now, since you were living with Brian Epstein, their manager, you would be seeing a lot more of them. Which didn't sound all that bad...

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"You could be the fifth Beatle!"

Ringo smiled brightly, and pointed at your guitar. "Only need to cut ye hair, to match ours ya know?". He swished his hair from side to side, so it was all messy, with a proud look on his face.

You laughed and imitated his head swing. "Like this?" you asked, your hair all over the place. He seemed to be thinking for a minute, before grabbing pen and paper and quickly scribbling down a number. He then held it up, grinning.

"A 4?! I thought you said I was the fifth Beatle!" you chuckled, and rolled your eyes. You looked at Paul for help, but he just shrugged.

"Sorry, the jury has spoken, love. Nothing I can do here. But, that is indeed a pretty fab guitar. Where did you get it?" . He picked up the guitar and studied it for a bit, before passing it down to John and George,who also seemed pretty interested in the thing, even though they all had a few themselves. You looked around, checking if your uncle was around somewhere.

"Brian bought it for me, as a gift for my birthday, but I can't play it at all. I keep getting stuck on the same chords, and practicing until my fingers bleed isn't really paying off". You sighed, showing them your red fingertips, hoping they'd understand. To your relief, John nodded, and turned his gaze to Paul, who was leaning his elbows on the table, head in his hands.