Hi! I'm back. Couldn't keep away for long! The thing is, I kind of got the idea, and started writing a new story, a couple of weeks ago. I planned on waiting a bit before posting it, but I just couldn't resist it. So I'm proud to announce my newest story. It's called "The Night Before" In my previous stories, George has only been a supporting character, (Who happened to hook up with the main characters best friend in both of them, when I think about it) but this time, he is the main beatle-character.

That's about everything I have to say for now :) Except that I just have to point out, once and for all, that I don't own the Beatles in any way. AND, that I hope you like it :)

Prologue

Hamburg Germany, August 1960

The crowd cheered, as the five members of The Beatles bowed, and got of stage. The Indra club was packed with people drinking, dancing and smoking.

George Harrison stored away his guitar, and followed the other four members of the band out into the smoky club.

The boys were soon offered bottles of beer by the club manager. John started to hand one over to George, but hesitated in the last minute.

"I don't like to encourage underage drinking." He said and snickered.

George sighed, and grabbed the beer from John's hand.

"Only messing with you Harrison." John said, and laughed again.

George knocked back his beer, and was soon handed another one. He was still tired from the journey from Liverpool, and the never-ending hours he had just spent up on the stage playing guitar, didn't exactly help either. But George knew it was worth it. This was a step in the right direction. They were finally going somewhere.

George drank some more and started feeling tipsy. He hated the fact that he always ended up getting drunk first. He didn't want to come across as a wimp just because he was the youngest. John loved reminding him of the fact that he wasn't even legally an adult yet.

George watched as his bandmates mixed with the crowd in the club. Pete and Stu were talking to a group of girls, and seemed to enjoy the attention. Paul talked to some other musicians who played at the club, and John… George couldn't even see John anymore. God dammit, that guy was unbelievable. One, bloody German bird was obviously all it took to forget everything about Cynthia, his girlfriend of three years, back in Liverpool.

George noticed a pretty girl in the crowd, looking at him. She wasn't dressed in the same provocative way as many of the other girls in the club, but was wearing a simple, floral-printed dress. She had long blond hair. He wanted to go and talked to her, and wished for a moment that he had some of John's confidence.

He was just about to head in her direction, when she pushed through the crowd, and came straight towards him. Maybe the shy, innocent impression he had of her wasn't right after all?

"Hi." She said.

"Hello." He mumbled back.

"I saw you up there. You were wonderful." She said. He loved the sound of her German accent, and his heart started beating as she sent him a smile.

"Do you come here often?"

She shook her head. "I'm not from Hamburg. I'm just visiting my cousin. I live in Berlin." She explained.

"Is that far away?" George asked. Geography had never been one of his strong points.

The girl laughed. "A bit." She answered.

"Would you like a beer?" George asked. Then a thought hit him. "Do you drink?"

She giggled. "Of course I do." She said. "And, yes. I would like a beer."

She definitely wasn't as innocent as she looked, George decided, as he went to get them something to drink.

When he came back, he handed the beer to the girl. "What's your name?"

She took it. "Thank you. I'm Liesel."

"I'm George."

She laughed again. "I know. Your friend told me."

George looked at her. "Who?"

"The boy in the leather jacket who chase after all the girls."

"Oh." George laughed to. "John." He said.

"Yes." Liesel said, and took a zip of the beer.

Another band had started playing, and when they had finished their beers, George looked at Liesel.

"Would you like to dance?"

"Sure." She said, and moved closer to him. She was so close now, that he could smell her perfume, a wonderful flowery scent. She pressed her body close to his as they danced, and George could feel how every nerve in his body quivered.

"Teach me some German" he slurred.

Liesel smiled. "Ich heiße George" she said. "That means "my name is George."

"Ich heiße George." He repeated.

"Very good." Liesel said. "I'll teach you another phrase."

"Ich bin" she stopped, and hesitated for a while. "zwanzig Jahre alt" she said.

George sent her a quizzical look. "What did you just say?"

"I'm twenty years old"

"Oh." George blushed a bit. "I'm seventeen." He mumbled.

"Siebzehn, then." Liesel said. "Ich bin siebzehn Jahre alt."

George did his best to repeat what she had just said, and Liesel nodded enthusiastically.

"Do you want me to teach you one more thing?" she asked, and smiled that smile that made him all weak inside again.

George only nodded. Liesel leaned over and whispered softly into his ear. "Du bist sexy."

"What… What does that mean?" George stuttered, even though he had a pretty good feeling already.

"Exactly what you think it means."

"Oh." George mumbled, feeling hot in the face again. "Well, I… You."

Liesel stopped the stuttering words coming out of his mouth with a passionate kiss. He pulled her even closer, and kissed her back.

Liesel pulled away, and looked at George. "Let's go somewhere." She said.

George nodded. "I know where we can go." He said, and grabbed her arm. He pulled her through the crowd, and passed by Paul on the way. Paul gave him thumbs up and a wide grin as they passed by.

George led Liesel up the stairs backstage, till they reached a small room over the club. The band was playing louder now, and it was nearly impossible to hear anything. The floor was scattered with cigarette butts and empty bottles of beer.

George suddenly felt nervous, as he locked the door behind them. He didn't know what to do, and the confidence he had felt just moments ago, were all gone now.

Liesel grabbed his hands, and pulled him over to the tattered couch in the corner of the room. She smiled at him, and started unbuttoning his shirt. George closed his eyes for a moment, as her lips met his again.

I don't really know much German. I mean, I know a few of those basic words (especially those similar to Norwegian words), and I've learned some from a couple of my friends, who chose German when I chose French. But the phrases from this chapter, I found on the internet. So if anything is incorrect, then I have to apologize for that. And just for the record: The last thing she says in German is supposed to mean "You're sexy."

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