Hey guys! So I've been having this story idea for so long that I wanted to finally publish it now! I'm sorry if the first chapter is short, but don't worry, they'll get longer, I promise! I recommend you stay tuned to see what'll happen in this story, trust me, you won't want to miss this *wink*
Chapter 1
…tick, tock, tick, tock
The alarm clock resounded like a timer bomb, counting the seconds to its detonation. If there was anything that was so cautious and worried about the time it had left in this world, it would be that exactly.
Or a human, maybe, for that matter.
Tick, tock, tick, tock
This is what kept its owner awake the whole night, being the only one in his house. He had already worked a full night the previous day, and this was just making him even crankier.
What was even worse was that cooperation among his co-workers wasn't too good at this point. Everyone had an idea of their own, but they all went with his anyway since they just wanted to stop the fuss, but he could tell his friends-
-no, not friends. Err, his acquaintances despised his plan. A few years back he would have called them friends…even best friends.
But that title slowly crumbled to a neutral, probably even negative state.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, ti- BRRRRIIIIINNNNGGG!
The man yelled from the sudden noise and scrambled to hit button that would end the dreadful noise. After doing that, as he always did every morning, he walked over to the calendar on his wall, looking at the events for the day that was to come.
Would he look forward to it? That was the question.
Groaning, he lazily dragged his feet to the date it read: 8 November 1966
Even with his eyes half-shut, he still had enough sense to realize that the paper was already outdated, and pulled it off, revealing the next date, which was that day, November 9, 1966.
"What's it got for me today, eh?"
-Record. Was the only thing scrawled on with his left hand.
"And to think I would get one day off!" He complained and went downstairs to ready himself for the next several hours.
While sitting down in his living room having a cup, he felt the scar on his lip, even though he knew he wasn't supposed to touch it in the first place, and he remembered that dreadful day when he had fallen off his moped.
What if it had been worse…?
He shook the horrible thought out of his mind and put his cup in the sink. There was already a pile of unwashed ceramics there that he had either forgotten about or he had been too lazy to do the dishes. He'd been so busy with his work, relationship and several other obstacles or opportunities that he had at the time abandoned the duty of his own household chores.
Not having to leave for another ten minutes, he walked over to the television and switched it on, The Monkees being the first thing popping up. It was some brand new comedy show that everyone apparently seemed to like, with its catchy comebacks, comic gags and jubilant vibes.
His band had once been just like them…
Eventually, the light of the tv show caught on to him and for that magical moment he forgot all of his worries, at least until the credits rolled and he realized that he was running late. Becoming a frustrated little Liverpudlian again, he hurried to get dressed and pushed his feet into his boots too hard that they felt sore when he stumbled out his door.
He did his usual rounds, greeting his neighbors and such, started his car, and drove off to work.
Oh, and he put on his disguise. Very important.
You're wondering, probably, what would an ordinary English man in his mid-twenties worry so much about that he would have to hide his true self from nearly the rest of the world, the public majority? What would he be so afraid about? There was the occasional mugging and hit and run, but several victims of those have had completely revealed faces.
So what was his reason?
It was because he wasn't just any man, with any job, with any address, with any name, with any co-workers, with any band.
Paul McCartney glanced at the dull grey sky that overshadowed the city and drove off.