Before (ringo x reader)

Chapter one- Hamburg nights

     It felt strange to be here like this, everything felt strange, you weren't very used to being drunk.  The floor was spinning and that was strange, you weren't one to judge others but you tended towards liking stationary floors. You had gotten back to your shared room, but where having a hard time getting your shoes and jacket off and actually getting in the bed.

  To your great satisfaction you'd been able to unbuckle one of your high healed shoes and kick it off across the clothing littered floor of your room. Just as you began the fight against the next buckle, somebody else walked in to go to bed. It was Ringo, your drummer, "oh hello riiinnnggggsss!" You slurred. He, knowing his limit to alcohol much better than you was quite sober in comparison, "Ello love, d'ya need some help with that?" He asked with a smirk.

    "No actually," you replied in an annoyed tone, " Alfred and I where just having a bit of a spat is all," he looked concerned and asked, " Who's Alfred? He didn't hurt you did 'e?" You snorted and said, "Alfred is my shoe buckle obviously, can't you see with those pretty blue eyes of your's? He's just not cooperating, a bit of a prick this one," He laughed and said, " Well let me deal with Alfred for you m'kay?" You nodded as he undid your other shoe buckle, removed your jacket, and placed you on your bed. "There we are Y/n, just go to sleep now okay?" You nodded and laid down on your bed, falling asleep to the sound of him shuffling around the room.

~~~~Four months earlier~~~~

You sat in your living room, with your school friend George, strumming your guitar. He was holding his own guitar, attempting to tune it.
He smiled as he watched you pluck a few cords then turn to your notebook and write something in it. "Whatcha working on N/n?" He asked, his thick Liverpudlian accent lacing his voice, "Oh nothing," you sighed and pushed you're notebook aside, "So did ya get into that new group yet, Silver John or whatever?"

He chuckled at you and said, "Long John and the Silver Beatles smart ass, and no not yet. But I think I may be able to," he said a, a tinge of hope in his voice. "Well you're lucky, I still don't even know what group to be looking for," you sighed. "Whadda' 'bout Rory storm and the hurricanes? They're looking for a guitarist I think. Weren't interested in me though," George said with a mouth full of biscuits. You laughed at this and replied, "They're and all male group, I don't think they're interested much in me Geo,"

    He shoved another biscuit in his mouth and said, " Nah, I know they do, you're a better guitar player than me, and absolutely gorgeous, what more could they want?" He finished cheekily taking the last biscuit, you smiled at him as he got up and asked,

"D'ya have anymore of 'em?" You laughed and said, " They're in the top cupboard on the ri—" you where cut off, "Oh I found them! I'm just gonna grab both packages if that's okay," you laughed again and gave him consent. "Y'know I didn't get a single one out of the last package Geo," you told him as he came out of the kitchen, his only response was a a laughter inducing shrug.

     The next day you woke up to your alarm blaring loudly enough to wake up a whole neighborhood, George had stayed late since yesterday was Friday. But today, you had to get up early to do something important, you where going to try out for Rory Storm and the hurricanes, and you where nervous as hell.

    You pulled yourself up out of bed and watched the morning sunlight makes shapes on you're bedroom floor. You smiled and took a deep breath, everything was going to go fine. You where sure, it would be fine. You got up,walked to your dresser, and pulled out a grey turtleneck accompanied by a pair of plaid, high waisted pants and a black leather jacket. You smiled as you got dressed, you decided to go with a light make up look and wear your hair down.

You headed downstairs, nobody else in your house was up. You wrote a note to your parents and stuck it to the fridge. You decided to skip breakfast, it might make you late. Opening the door and closing it again softly, you exited the small suburban house. No way you where going back until you'd made your way into some kind of band. You grabbed your Guitar in its case and left the house.

You left your neighborhood and made your way downtown, to where a to a nightclub, The Cavern, where he auditions where being held. As you approached you looked up at the building, you'd been there before it was nothing unusual. You took a deep breath and pushed open the doors. You'd be fine.

You walked in and where greeted by a waitress, " 'Ello love, we're closed unless it's for the audition," she chimed, you smiled and raised your guitar case, " No actually I was here to play with the underwater lunchtime Chinese orchestra, but if they're not in," she looked confused, " Dim eh? Yes I'm here for the audition," she nodded and said, " Just over by the stage,"

You walked over to see a group of boys, hair combed to up in teddy boy styles and wearing colorful suits. "Ah have we got ourselves a bird?" You heard one of them exclaim, "Yes you have," you said with a smile, " I'm here for the audition,"

Hey sorry I ended up posting this later I got sick! Blegh, anyways I hope you enjoyed it and thx to anyone who's showing support. Pls do  vote and comment. Peace and love xoxo Pineapple McCartney