"Anna look!" Cynthia tore me away from my day dreaming as she walked into the room. I rubbed my eyes as I looked at her.

"Wow," I gasped. She looked beautiful.

"Astrid let me borrow this blouse, isn't it lovely?" she pointed at her white cotton blouse. She was making sure she looked special for John tonight, after not seeing him in a while.

"Yea, it's great."

"I'm sure she'd let you borrow some clothes for tonight!"

"Oh no, it's fine. I have my own clothes," I answered as I considered the offer.

"If you insist, but we have to get going. They are playing at a place called the Indra Club. Astrid said it can be pretty rough there, so we should go early."

"Alright, I'm ready," I replied as I took a quick glance in the mirror. There was no reason I needed to look good anyways. I ran my fingers through my hair quickly until it was smooth.

The walk to the Indra Club was a good distance. Night began to fall as we made our way through the streets of Hamburg. Astrid looked stunning and slightly edgy in her tight blue jeans and leather jacket while Cynthia looked beautiful with her cotton blouse. I was dressed casually in a blue cotton dress.

Soon enough, we saw the bright lights ahead. The word "Indra" was flashing in red lights. It was a typical bar scene. Some drunken sailors stumbled about. Several prostitutes were hanging around by the door. I began to wonder if any of our friends ever bothered with them and shuddered at the thought. I was definitely not looking forward to walking back home, seeing how Cyn an Astrid would stay out with John and Stu, I would be alone.

Cyn and I filed in after Astrid. We looked quite out of place, being somewhat dressed up.

"Hey there, miss," a drunken man slurred his words as he stumbled towards me. Astrid said something in German to him and he ran off. I looked at her thankfully.

"What exactly did you say to him?"

"Oh, I'd rather not translate it," she smiled sweetly and I shrugged the event off.

She led us to a small table near the front of the bar. It was very close to the stage and we were sure to have a good view of the band.

"Would you like a drink?" Astrid asked. Her voice was drowned out by clapping and cheering. We all turned towards the stage as five boys in grey jackets ran out. They all looked terrific and very professional. I would soon see otherwise when they began performing.

All five boys were wearing matching black trousers, slimly fit to their legs. I noticed that John had unbuttoned the top button on his black shirt, this perhaps made him look like the leader of the group. Their hair was perfectly quiffed, one thing that hadn't changed in Hamburg.

John and Paul began talking to the crowd, their usual joking conversation. Pete and Stu were talking amongst themselves in the back, completely ignorant of the crowd. George was bent over his guitar tuning the top strings. He was deeply concentrated in his work which made him look like the only serious performer. My eyes traced his long and lanky figure perfectly. Suddenly his eyes met mine. I blushed a deep red as he noticed me staring at him. He smiled shyly and winked at me. I blushed even more and turned back to Cynthia and Astrid. They were both staring in admiration at the band.

I silently contemplated George's actions. He surely had seen me staring at him but he wasn't alarmed. Then he winked. I was sure that he didn't do that often to the audience. I knew I had to talk to him after the performance.

I looked back to the stage as John took big gulps from a beer bottle that was on the floor near the microphone. Paul quickly counted off "1,2,3,4!" and the band began to play. They played quite a few well known rock songs that were popular in England. The music from Hamburg especially was much more intense. It fit the people well. The songs they played were not important to me, I was intent on watching.

George controlled his guitar as if it was an extension of his body. His long and skinny fingers curved perfectly over the neck of it. I was in awe at how fast he could maneuver the instrument. It sounded amazing. Every riff, no matter how difficult, would sound clean with exact timing. It was easy to see that he was the best in the band.

The song finished quickly as more drinks and food were put on stage. John introduced the band between gulps of beer.

"On drums we got Pete Best!" From the crowd came faint applause.

"And on bass, Stu Sutcliffe!" Astrid clapped loudly and was heard above the rest.

"Lead guitar, George Harrison!" George took a bow while the crowd cheered for him. I cheered with them.

"Rythm guitar, me, John Lennon and Paul McCartney!" John playfully punched his friend in the shoulder. They began a mock fight as the audience clapped. The crowd laughed along with them. When they noticed they had everyone's attention, Paul introduced the next song. It was one I hadn't heard of.

A few minutes into the song, two young women in tight, short dresses waltzed up to a table in front of the stage. Their obvious fake blonde hair was curled tightly and seated on the top of their heads. From the next table over we were able to smell their cheap perfume and alcohal. Cyn, Astrid, and I exchanged skeptical glances. They soon ordered more drinks and began eyeing the boys on stage.

The taller girl wiggled her fingers at John and winked at him. John who was still playing guitar noticed right away and directed Paul's attention to the girls. Both seemed to share a silent conversation. John snickered and turned back to the audience, more specifically the front table. He winked back to the girls who giggled innocently.

I slowly turned back to Cynthia, waiting for her reaction. Her fists were clenched on the table as she glared at her boyfriend. I noticed tears forming in her eyes.

"Cynthia..." Astrid began but was at a loss for words. I turned my attention back towards the stage.

Paul was singing and scanning the crowd. He swept his eyes across the room and finally they fell onto our table. Until this time, he didn't know that Cynthia, Astrid, and I were watching. His already large eyes grew even bigger. I eventually caught his eyes and he quickly turned away.

The song ended and Paul pulled John to the side of the stage. He tried to talk to him quietly, but to no avail.

"You dick! Cyn is right there!"

"Ey, McCartney lay off!"

"John, you have to talk to her, look at her!"

"Fuck off McCartney!" John finally shouted, clearly drunk. Paul rolled his eyes as John walked back to the center of the stage and began the next song without his friend. Seeing how he wasn't needed, Paul jumped off the stage and over to the table where we were sitting.

"Cynthia, I'm really sorry..." he started. She looked up at him briefly before running off.

"Good job," I sighed. I dismissed him and he headed back to the stage.

"We have to find her, she can't be alone here," Astrid said, a worried tone in her voice.

We quickly left the bar. As soon as we walked out we found our friend, sitting on the ground by the building.

"Let's go home, you can't stay here," Astrid reasoned and pulled Cynthia up. We all walked in silence to Astrid's house. I took my friend up to our room and we went right to bed. I'm not sure if either of us actually slept.