Beatles Imagines (Slow Uploads) [Temporarily Discontinued]

Drum Lesson (Ringo)

I've always had this thing where I hate being touched. I hate it when people brush against me in public places. I hate it when someone bumps into me. I hate it when my hand comes in contact with people. I hate physical contact. That is, I did hate physical contact. Then I met Ringo Starr.

~Flashback~

"Hello." A very cute man greeted, opening his door and holding out his hand. I hesitated before reaching out and returning his handshake. And for the first time, probably ever, I didn't feel gross touching someone's hand. "You must be (Y/N)."

"Hello." I replied. "Yes I am (Y/N). And I'm going to take a wild guess and say you're Ringo. If you aren't we've got a real Problem." I laughed. He chuckled and stepped aside, letting me inside.

"Ok, before we start." I gave him my attention. "Would you like some tea?"

"Of course." I smiled.

"Ok, follow me and we'll have some tea before we start." He poured the tea. We had tea and he started questioning me.

Ringo: Have you ever played drums before.

(Y/N): Never layer a finger on one.

Ringo: What made you want to play drums?

Y/N: I've always been captivated by drummers.

Ringo: do you play other instruments?

Y/N: I wouldn't trust myself with any other instruments.

Ringo: What made you come to me to learn how to play the drums?

Y/N: My cousin George, who's in your band.

Ringo: How do you feel about learning?

Y/N: Worried. I'm somehow going to manage to break something.

After the mini interview and tea, Ringo lead me upstairs to his drum kit. He grabbed his sticks and handed them to me. He positioned my hands and sat me down. He pulled up another stool and sat directly behind me. Reaching from behind me he grabbed my hands and told me the basics (I have zero idea how to play drums so sorry for you drummers who know what you're doing. I'm not going to bother explaining drumming because I'd rather not copy and paste the wiki page.)

He leaned his chest into my back as he guided my hands. If this had been anyone else I would have freaked out. He taught me how to play While My Guitar Gently Weeps. I had difficulty getting the hand of it but after a few times I was playing without help. As I got better, Ringo would back up and come around to the front, helping with technique. I was very disappointed when he got up. At points I fumbled "forgetting" my place so I could feel Ringo's surprisingly soft hands on mine.

At the end of the session I had mastered While My Guitar Gently Weeps. "I'm proud of you (Y/N)." He told me with a real cute grin on his face.

"Thank you" I blushed.

"And earlier, when you said you've 'always been captivated by drummers'" He gave me a look. I blushed again. "I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me for dinner tonight. Maybe you can tell me a little about yourself?" He suggested.

"I'd like that." I smiled.