𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 - 𝐇𝐨𝐰 || 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

Chapter 27: Set the World On Fire

«𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺
𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩
𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦
𝘋𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵»

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Something that Rebecca hadn't think during all those months was that legally she didn't exist. She didn't have proper papers or any legal documents. Surprisingly, she hadn't needed them at any time, even at work since her performance and work were so impeccable her boss didn't bother to insist on them. Kinda illegal, to be honest.

She hadn't needed them until now for her holiday with George.

Not that she wanted to do it, but had no choice but to pretend making a whole role play in the Mexican embassy and create a full story of how there must been a mistake with the records, and they'd been lost in some way. Even lying by giving the names of his great-grandparents as if they were her parents.

Although unconvinced at first, the authorities had to admit the registries office in Mexico weren't so effective and there were many errors. Getting away with it in the 60s was so much easier. So, due the determination and insistence of that brown haired girl, they gave her not only a passport, but also a birth certificate which proved she was one hundred percent legal and a Mexican citizen.

Everything was ready, her vacations were authorized, her documents ready, her camera with a film and her man waiting for her.

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Becca had looking for a couple of swimsuits all day long, but to be honest she didn't see herself wearing any of those. Sure, to the girls back then it was the latest in fashion, but to Becca they looked like the kind that her granny would wear. Most of them had an ugly swimming cap along and just the picture of her using it made her burst into laughter.

They were way too covered up and made her look like a tom-boy. Even the one-piece ones in her era were more flattering.

She sighed reminiscing her favourite bikini at home: cute baby-blue shade, with little white flowers, much bare than those she was seeing in the store. Something like that one definitely would scandalize everyone in 1965, but the picture of how good it suited her and the way she looked with it, made her beg for the item.

She left the store disappointed for no finding an option. Rebecca already been to almost every store Jane told her and her options were vanished. Her mind even reviewed those which sold at Walmart, even those were cool back in 2019.

As she walked down to the street, she passed a shop, and something caught her attention on the exhibitor, stopping her abruptly. Without hesitation she rushed into the store ringing the bell at the entrance and drawing the attention of the old man who was attending.

"Hello, ma'am. Good morning," he greeted her kindly with a Queen's English. "Is there anything I can help you with? Anything in particular you want to see?"

"Yes, indeed." Rebecca agreed with a smile looking for the guitar she'd seen on the sideboard. "Do you have a Fender Telecaster?"

"Yes, it is. Here, follow me," he walked to the back of the store to pick up a guitar from the wall and hand it to the girl. "We don't have many of these around here, it's a unique piece. They're not that popular, guys prefer Gretsch, you know, because of The Beatles"

"Ha, I can imagine!" she said with her gaze fixed on the beautiful guitar in front of her. It was heavy, brown rosewood body and assembled with maple. It made her whistle. "She's such a beauty, isn't she?"