The selanjutnya day, the new band got up early, excited for their first hari of performing. They had been so happily tired the night before that they had fallen right asleep, even though their accommodations weren't the most comfortable. Ringo had only booked a hotel room with one bed, so he had made a sleeping bag on the floor with the comforter and a pillow, Geo had curled up in a chair with the bedsheets and another pillow, Paul had fallen asleep in another chair, still in a sitting position with his feet on a side table, and hugging a cushion to his chest, and Winston had fallen onto the now-sheetless tempat tidur face-first. But to the boys, this was all part of their adventure. It made things seem lebih exciting, remembering that three of them weren't technically supposed to be here.
The foursome ate breakfast and then gathered up their instruments and left the hotel, searching for a good public spot. Significantly, they hadn't been walking long before they saw Madison Square Garden coming up.
"Before we leave New York," Winston told his band, pointing to the famous arena, "they'll be askin' us to play in there."
Winston had the biggest, clearest vision for the band's success, and even though he had appointed himself to the role of bandleader, nobody questioned that he was the right choice.
Eventually, the young band came to a little park that looked like a promising practice space. Winston stopped. "All right," he said, "what should we start with? James? Got an original for us?"
Paul looked round for the briefest moment, wondering who Winston was talking to, then gave a start as he remembered. "Yeah - I've got one original that shouldn't be too hard for us to learn. anda play G and C like this" he showed the two guitarists, "and Ring, you've got to keep the beat like this" he counted him in at the right pace, not too fast atau too slow.
Ringo tapped a sample beat with his drumsticks. Geo was already playing with the notes, itching to make a riff for Paul's song.
"And I'll just - make up a bas, bass line as I go atau something," finished Paul. He had never played his song on bas, bass before, but last night he had found out he was very good at improvising bas, bass lines. "Let's try it."
The foursome began to play the way Paul had shown them, and Paul sang:
"Love, cinta me do,
anda know I cinta you
I'll always be true
So ple-e-e-ease...
cinta me do-oo...."

The musik stopped, the foursome grinning at each other, Paul's smile a little nervous as he waited to hear what the others would think of his song.
"Very good, that, James," Winston approved, though still with unnecessary emphasis on James. "How does the selanjutnya part go?"
"Um," berkata Paul uncertainly. "Well - just like that, really. That verse repeats. Then it repeats again... and again... and...."
He trailed off, staring at the ground, afraid Winston would laugh at him. But when Winston laughed, his tone was admiring, not mocking. "Brilliant," he said. "Why didn't I ever do that? It'll take everyone oleh surprise, waiting to hear the selanjutnya bit and it just keeps repeating."
Paul beamed. "You like it, then?"
Winston nodded. "Yeah! All it needs is something between the verses, maybe a bit of oohing and that." He grinned at Paul. "Let's take it from the fifteenth verse, then!"
And so the quartet began again, playing Paul's song over and over and over in a neverending loop.
It was Geo who spoke first when they finally stopped, after Paul-didn't-know-how-many repetitions. "Winston," he said, "there's something off with your gitar chords."
Winston looked at him, still smiling, but with a little tightness now. He was clearly not used to being contradicted. "What makes anda say that?" he said, in a tone that stated there was nothing wrong with his chords as far as he was concerned.
"They don't sound right," Geo persisted, either not noticing Winston's tone or, lebih likely, ignoring it. "Let me see them."
Eyes narrowing, Winston played the song's chords, Geo watching carefully. As Winston finished, Geo frowned, thick eyebrows crinkling over his intense brown eyes.
"There's your problem. You're shaping them wrong. G doesn't look like that. You're not even using your lowest string!"
"This is how me mum does them," Winston said, a bit defensively, Paul thought. He was a little surprised to hear this. He'd kind of gotten the impression that Winston didn't have a mother atau a father.
"Does your mum play guitar?"
"Nah, she plays banjo, but what's the difference?"
"Lots," Geo told him, frowning. "If you're going to play gitar in our band, you've got to do it right. Watch me...."
And he began to form the two chords needed for Paul's song, ignoring Winston's bemused frown. He clearly wasn't used to anyone else telling him what to do, especially not younger boys like Geo.
But he did watch Geo's chords, squinting his dark eyes to see them better, and his fingers did stray over his fretboard, forming his own chords the same way. "Can anda just leave off with these two chords?" Paul asked after a bit. "We should practice some lebih now that you've got the chords for this song. anda can do a lesson after." Winston gave a playful grimace at this, and Paul grinned at him. Ringo laughed, lebih at the whole thing than at anyone in particular.
So the band started up again, and this time there was a marked improvement in Winston's playing. His rhythm sounded cleaner, matching the song better than it had before. The band was taking shape rapidly, and Paul could really believe that they would be asked to play Madison Square before their time here was over....
"Hey! What do anda boys think you're doing? This is a public park, not a konser hall!"
It was a passing policeman, frowning at the four lads as he made his rounds.
"Well, we have got a right to be here then, as we are the public, policeman," Winston replied, never at a loss for words.
The policeman just frowned harder at the sound of Winston's voice. Maybe he'd noticed his accent and realized these boys weren't American citizens, but he looked even less friendly than before. "Move along, boys, before I run anda in!"
Winston looked like he wanted to argue, but the policeman's last few words scared Paul. If the police really did run him in, his identity and parents would be questioned, and probably found out. His dad would be called in to take his troublesome son home, and that would be the end of the band with no name, before they'd even had a chance to perfect lebih than one song, much less play Madison Square Garden.
"Come on, Winston," he muttered, tugging on his friend's sleeve. "Let's just go."
Winston turned to Paul, who thought he was going to refuse to back down, but there was a strangely sympathetic look in Winston's brown eyes. Paul had never seen it before, and figured Winston didn't often let emotions like sympathy show, because the look was gone as soon as it had come. Then, with one last, contemptuous look at the policeman over his shoulder, he gathered up his guitar, Geo took his own gitar that used to be Paul's, Ringo tried to gather up all the pieces of his drum set while being glared at oleh an officer, and the foursome went on their way.