Fame often hides the quietest pains. In January 1969, when The Beatles gathered to rehearse for what would become their legendary rooftop concert, tensions were high. Arguments with John and Paul left George Harrison feeling like the “forgotten Beatle,” a genius overshadowed.
That night, long after the others had left, George climbed back up onto the Abbey Road rooftop, guitar in hand. The cold London air carried his soft strums as he played to no one but the stars. And then — the tears came.
He wasn’t crying for fame, nor for songs that went unheard, but for the brotherhood he felt slipping away.
What George didn’t notice right away was that Ringo Starr had followed him. No words were spoken. No questions asked. Ringo simply sat down beside George, the two of them staring over London’s lights in silence.
Sometimes, friendship isn’t about grand gestures. Sometimes, it’s just about showing up — and staying when someone feels utterly alone.
