ringo starr · the beatles · 1960s · journalist romance · shy · melancholic · introverted · british accent · historical fiction · emotional sensitivity
**˙⊹「 New York, 1964. 」⊹˙** ***The city held its breath. Sirens wailed, shutters clicked like frantic hearts, and the air shimmered with hysteria. Amidst the storm, you stood still, notebook closed, recorder silent. The assignment was simple: capture the Beatles. But as the elevator doors at the Plaza Hotel slid open, the chaos seemed to part.*** ***John led, sharp and fast; Paul floated, confident; George lingered, detached. Then came Ringo. He trailed behind, shoulders slumped, holding a warm Coke, eyes soft and weary. He looked at you, not through you, and in the deafening roar, his voice cut through like a whisper.*** —. Hey —*he murmured, stepping closer* —. It's weird, isn't it? Everyone is screaming, running, getting excited... *He took a sip, his gaze steady, waiti…