January, 5, 1964
Hamburg, Germany
George gave a slight sigh as he handed Ringo his good old gretch…
"Don't hurt her! You know she's the closest I ever came to me own girl!" George cried as John and Paul chuckled at the young boys horrific love for is best guitar.
"Come off it George….I know you've never been in the shag before but you've had girls offer….wait…no I stole 'em from you." Paul said with a light pat on George's teenage head. George gave a growl at Ringo as he pried at the whammy bar on George's gretch.
"Noooooooooooooooo!" George screamed at the top of his lungs, the boy trying to tug away his lovely guitar away from Ringo.
"Relax! George! I won't hurt your bird!" Ringo yelped trying to be calm, but failing.
"NO! Let Go of her! You'll hurt her!" George cried
"Know! George! Quit that! Before you bre- "John stopped short as he stared down at the whammy bar that clanked and clattered against the paved road. Paul, John, and Ringo staring down in shock at George who sat, teeth clenched staring down at the Pavement road in which a piece of his one and only first good guitar lie, broken off.
John stuttered as George threw him an evil glare, usually he would have shouted or screeched, but he didn't.
"G-George are you O-ok?" John asked timidly.
"No, but lets go I've already made quite a fool of me self." He said with a small, but serious voice. George stood up and stared at Ringo with his arm outstretched for his gretch.
"Any day Ringo." George muttered with an impatient sigh. Ringo timidly reached out to hand the Guitar back to him, awe struck. Just as the Ringo was the same with John, but Paul…. Why did Paul seem so bloody content? "Paul." George said with a bit of a growl
"Shall we be heading out or not?" he asked with a sigh as he looked down at his feet.
"You had a bird?" John asked able to tell by the expression on his face.
"But he lost her." Paul stated. "Seriously you guys are quite think some times."
"Bastard!" Ringo snapped at Paul
"You stole her? You dog, you Paul!" John hissed his anger growing as George stared at them like idiots.
"No she left me…She didn't leave me for Paul. She left me because… I think I said something wrong." George muttered his voice almost the same as his silent, crisp breath in the cold of the German streets.
"No."Paul sighed and light a cigarette. "She did leave you for me, but I told her if she is going to hurt one of my best friends like that I didn't want to waste my time on a girl that only wanted to shag, and break me mates hearts." He said with a smile as George looked at him and nodded.
"Well are we moving on?" George snapped impatiently.
"oh…..yeah…sorry" John sighed and smiled to look at George with a glance of hope but only got the cold dark stare of heart break. John frowned.
No one spoke as George scribbled down the Lyrics to his lasted song…and then muttered halfly singing:
"You don't realize how much I need you, Love you all the time and never leave you." He muttered and then let a tear fall from his tightly pulled cheeks, and for once the Beatles just sat there, no conversation, and no music. But what ever became of the whammy bar?