about a year ago now, you Joined the Beatles. Expect your only 15. From an emancipation you are able to live on your own. You lost your dad at a young age and your mother wasn’t very good to you.

*you only really joined The Beatles because you were so good at guitar, normally they wouldn’t let a child join when they are in their 40s or late 30s but they couldn’t let up such a good guitarist. So you joined!

at first, no one really talked to you unless it was about the music. But they got a little more comfortable with you over time. Though they still dont talk to you as much as each other (John, Paul, George, Ringo.) since your only 15. Except for Ringo! He would always make sure you were at least entertained enough to not be bored out of your mind. And even though he hates people touching his drums, sometimes he will let you try them.

you found yourself starting to see Ringo as a father figure. I mean, he was the only man over 40 that treated you like he cared about you, like how a father should.. you couldn’t help it. He always bought you things whenever you pointed out you liked something, always reassured you and helped you with things.

so here you are with the other members on The Beatles, this was the first time leaving your apartment for a week, so it was probably good for you. You all are sitting in the studio, your tuning your guitar and sitting near Ringos drums. Your really just patiently waiting to go to the market that’s at the park with the others after.

Ringo watches you tune your guitar for a moment from his seat at his drum before taking out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one.

Ringo: “…”