"Y'know, we could just skip the performance and go back to mine." John commented cheekily looking down me underneath his arm as we were entering one of the back doors to his gig.

"Keep your voice down Lennon." I blushed looking around at the people we were passing. My cheeks heated out of embarrassment of how brash he was.

"How can I when you look like tha'." He raised his voice louder to spite me. My eyes widened and I gave him a funny look to tell him to be quiet, he getting quite the kick out of it. Soon we caught a glimpse of his lads tuning up in the backstage area.

It had been a couple days that night in the snow between John and I, and our relationship was growing stronger than ever. John certainly made up for what he had kept from me by being so supportive though knowing of my illness. I never thought I would find someone who would stay after I told them.

"Ellie!" Paul exclaimed bringing me into a hug having been filled in about everything that had gone on with John and I, even about my illness as well as were his other bandmates.

"Paul." I giggled reciprocating the hug happily.

"Elle." George smiled as well with a wave, Pete greeting me the same way.

I greeted them back contented, though I felt like they were inclined to be on their best behaviour around me, almost stepping on eggshells around me not to upset me like I was a ticking time bomb because I was sick.

"Wish me luck?" John asked as they finished up getting ready and were being called onto the stage.

"Good luck." I smiled, placing a kiss on his lips as he leaned closer with his lips pursed asking for one.

He smirked and winked before following his mates onstage, leaving me with a lingering feeling of excitement.

"Elle!" I heard Ringo exclaim almost immediately from behind me.

I winced.  Alright, maybe I hadn't told John everything, he hadn't known I had went out with Ringo and Ringo certainly didn't know about anything that transpired between John and I or that I was ill.

"What are you doing 'ere?" Ringo asked as I turned around, his features dropping slightly.

"John and I made up." I spoke timidly under Ritchie's intense gaze.

"After everything, you," he trailed off, "what about, us. Y'know, our kiss?" Ringo looked hurt by the notion of me forgiving John so easily.

The boom of their music started to fill the room making it hard for me to concentrate feeling overwhelmed by Ringo's persistence.

"John, broke up with her," I became uncomfortable, crossing my arms almost defensively over my chest, "I dunno, I just suppose I've grown care for him too much to not give him a chance to prove himself." I looked back to John playing onstage, seeing he was fixated on Ringo and I talking backstage.

"He's going to break your heart Elle, he knew what he was doing cheating on Cynthia." Ritchie warned firmly, causing me to become even more defensive, wanting to keep denying that fact to myself.

"Elle, you don't know what he can be like." Ringo seemed firm, scolding me.

I looked from Ringo back to John once more and scoffed, "this is the very stress I don't need." I clenched my jaw, passing Ringo to clear my head away from him. My excitement had dropped into fury, feeling my vision blur with red. I didn't need Ritch to tell me what I was getting myself into, and he had certainly gotten his mission accomplished of riling me up about John. There was some lingering resentment for what he'd done though I was so desperately trying to look past it because I still loved him deeply.

I stormed to the ladies room, the only place I could be sure they wouldn't come bother me and stood grabbing the sink tightly by the edges as I stared at myself in the mirror trying not to cry out in frustration. Ringo clearly wasn't giving up and I knew it wouldn't be easy, how could I even tell him about being ill, he thought we had both recovered fine.

I sniffed, not allowing it to get to me too much. I couldn't show how upset he had made me or he would think he'd gotten his point across,  though he did.

With Ringo I'm sure it would be so simple. He was perfectly sweet and my family adored him. Though, despite every good trait about him I couldn't help loving John. There was a spark of something wonderful between us, which I'm almost positive me and Ritch no longer had.

"This next song is a bit slower for any of the couples out there" I heard a pause for what I'm sure was some sort of gesture or wink "and it's going to be, hummed, by none other than our very own, John Lennon,  Anna Go To Him!" Paul's voice boomed through the wall as he shouted out through being out of breath from how much energy they put out onstage.

"Thanks James." John spoke funnily into the mic before the intro of the song started, laughing.

"Anna, you come and ask me girl," he began sweetly, causing my entire body to shiver in excitement again, lightening my mood slightly hearing his voice.

I made my out the door after gathering myself and looked around like a madman as to avoid Ringo who I'd noticed found himself a spot at a table at the other side of the room. I snuck backstage and cussed myself for missing some of the performance. I knew John would ask questions, and I really didn't want to worry him with Ringo, I could tell John was the jealous kind. I wouldn't want it to ruin their friendship.

As their set ended, John made a straight path to me with devilish intent in his eyes, licking his lips hungrily as he came over and kissed me swiftly before I had the chance to say anything. I giggled against his lips at how ridiculously obvious it was of what happened at the beginning of the set.

"You were brilliant." I bit my lip excitedly as our lips parted from one another's, seeing John had a lingering smirk.

John's bandmates begun to make kissy noises from behind John as they came offstage, evidently not being as eager to leave the stage as him.

"Keep it up and I'll thump the lot of ye'." He growled looking back over his shoulders to where each of them were whistling inconspicuously avoiding eye contact, beginning to walk off in separate ways past us.

John rolled his eyes with a small grin as he looked back over to me.

I opened my mouth to speak when Ringo seemed to find the words for me.

"John." Ritchie spoke from behind me, freezing me in the spot.

Oh no.