"My dad just got us a T.V.," Jane said this with pure joy on her face. "Now I can watch them in at my house!"
"That's nice," is all I say.
The people that Jane wants to watch in her home are The Beatles. There this band that got discovered, like, last year (This year, by the way, is 1963). Jane is obsessed with them. She especially loves Paul McCartney. Me (name's Johanna, or Joe), I think that the foursome are okay, but I'm not a crazed fan unlike every other girl in the world. I like their music, but I'm not in love with any of them. Jane knows this, but that doesn't stop her from asking me which one I love the most twenty times a day.
"Joe, you have to tell me which one you love!"
See what I mean! "Well…"
Then, the bell that dismisses us from class goes off like crazy. Jane and I rush out the front doors with about 200 other kids wanting to go home for the long weekend. In fact, school will be out for a week! I think school's out that long only for the senior year kids, who will be graduating in a month. Since Jane and I are in that class, we're also get a week off. As we walk out the door, that's when she hits me with the same question, again.
"Joe…, you never answered me," Jane slightly punches my arm. "Who's your favorite?"
"Jane, you know I don't like any of them."
Just 10 seconds later, we're at the one of the many crossroads of London, where Jane and I must part.
"Call me on your trip?" she asks.
"Of course, Jane."
Usually, when our school is out for so long, I spend the whole time with Jane. But no, my parents are sending me to a town in the middle of nowhere to find a job. On the upside though, they finally trust me enough for me to call them when I find work, which they probably think is never.
"Bye," Jane waves as she is walking away.
"See ya."
As I walk down the street, I think, and my incredible journey to nowhereville begin.
The next day…
I'm at the train station, looking for platform 15, where the train will take me away to find work. I have my suitcase filled with clothes, a hairbrush, a toothbrush and toothpaste, and whatever else my brother threw in before I left as a joke.
I look around, then I notice that there are at least a million girls running around like cartoon characters. A lot of them are wearing Beatles stuff, and that's when it hits me. They're here. I move quickly, just in case the girls run over me after they spot John, or Ringo, or someone.
I find my train, and I get on it a minute before it leaves. I find a car, where I sit down and decide to look around the train a bit.
I walk down the halls, where I find the dining car. I get a cup of tea (classy, isn't it?), and drink it while I read the front page news from the newspaper that's being read by a man across from me. After I finish the page, then head back to my car.
While walking, I look out the windows and see the outside, where there is just a blur of green, brown, and the occasional yellow or red. The only thing that is not blurry is the sky, which is a cloudless blue. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen…
Then, either someone crashes into me, or I crash into them. We both fall over; I look at the person, who turns out to be a man about 20 or so, and he looks at me. "Oh," he says (his accent is similar to mine. He's probably from southern London). "I'm sorry 'bout that. I wasn't paying attention."
He gets up and brushes off, and then he holds out his hand to help me up, which I take hold of and stand up. "Don't worry about it," I respond. "I wasn't paying attention either."
I suddenly realize that this man looks extremely familiar. Have I met him before? Did I see him on T.V.? I feel as though his name is on the tip of my tongue, but I just can't place it. "Have we met before?" I ask. "You seem very familiar."
He shrugs, "I get that a lot."
"Well, it is very nice to meet you," I hold out my hand. "I'm Johanna Smith, call me Joe."
He takes my hand and shakes it. "It's very nice to meet you Joe, I'm George Harrison, please call me George."
The name that he claims to be his shocks me. Then I realize it's the truth. Here I am, talking to a Beatle, and I think that I am maybe going crazy. I bite my tongue. Say something Joe! "Nice to meet you George."
We go around each other, and then we begin to go in opposite directions, when he calls to me, "Joe, wait a sec."
I turn around, and he walks up to me and says "Well…Uh…are you doing anything later?"
"No."
"What stop are you getting off at?"
"Last one."
"Same here. Well…I was wondering…I know we just, but…"
"Yes?"
"Would you like to go somewhere with me?"
This question completely catches me off guard, and I try to think of something to say, but then I realize that my mouth has a mind of its own.
"Sure."
George smiles, "'Kay, I'll meet with you at the platform of the last stop; but it's a small train, we may run into each other again. Bye."
"See you soon."
We actually part this time, and my head is swimming. A Beatle just asked me if I wanted to go on a date with him. What would Jane do in this situation? I know to answer to this question; she would say yes, then she would scream her head off, and then call me. Actually, if she saw a Beatle, they wouldn't get the chance to ask her because she would be chasing them like a tiger.
But I wasn't Jane. I didn't scream my head off or anything. In fact, I had no idea that he was George Harrison before he told me.
By the time I got to my car, what just happened to me was clear. I had a date with George Harrison.
I hoped you liked reading this!
This was my first story, so I'm open to any ideas or suggestions that you readers will offer to me.
I hope to update the next chapter in a few days, so please be patient.
-TheBeatles4evah
