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There were so many fans in the crowd—the screaming brunette whose glasses had fallen and shattered against the floor, the hyperventilating blonde who was ten seconds away from passing out, the annoyed father who regretted paying for the tickets when he should be paid for putting up with this. And Ringo could see them all from his position up on his platform. It was overwhelming.
Then George glanced in his direction, his deep brown eyes gazing into Ringo’s as he gave him an adoring smile, and the crowd was forgotten. Tonight, Ringo would play for an audience of one.