Blast From The Past

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I found myself standing by a streetlamp on a street corner that said "Mathew Street." How I got there? I have no idea. The Last thing I remember was going to bed the night before but that seemed like only minutes ago. I was wearing the clothes I wore to bed that night a loose floral top with a skirt. I was too beat from school work to change into my pajamas. It was dark out and raining. The streetlamps dimly lit up the cobblestone roads. There were old English like buildings surrounding me.

A sense of panic rushed through my veins. How did I get here? Where am I? The little drops of rain turned into big splashes that rolled down my face. I didn't want to stay in the pouring rain, but I also didn't know where I was or where I was going to go. I decided just to walk around and see if I could find a restaurant or something that was open that I could spend some time in and maybe find out where I was.

There wasn't a lot that was open and people weren't in the streets so I assumed that it was the middle of the night.

As I was walking through the streets, I faintly heard music in the distance. I decided to follow the music to see if it led to somewhere. The music grew louder and louder and when I traced where it came from, I discovered that it was coming from what appeared to be a club. There were signs all over the outside that said "The cavern."

I entered the building and followed a small, narrow stairway that lead to the archway to get into the club. I was about to go in, but was stopped by a big, burly man wearing a suit that was obviously too small for him.
"Hold it." He says In a thick British accent, putting his arm in front of me, making sure I couldn't enter. "Where is your ID?" I checked the pockets of my skirt and luckily found my wallet. I handed him my ID, but he laughed at me and gave it back.

"What is it?" I demand.

"You really thought you could fool me?"

"What?" He took back my ID and read out loud, "Name: Meg Cassidy. Age 18. Birthday: October 21, 1997."

"What's wrong with that?"

"You thought I was stupid enough to believe that you're a time traveler?"

"What are you talking about?."

"It's 196-"

"Fred." A female voice interrupts from behind us. I turn around and see a woman Who looks a several years older than me. She had platinum blonde hair that went just below her shoulders and bangs. She was wearing a black leather skirt. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I felt like I had seen her before.

"Don't worry about it she's with me."

"Oh, yes! What ever you say miss. my apologies." She smiled and nodded. She walked past me and I just stood there watching her trying to figure out how I knew her.

"Well are you coming dear?" She had an accent too. I nodded and followed her.

The cavern was pretty big. But not big enough to fit the crowd. Everyone was standing shoulder to shoulder. There were a mostly young girls that looked my age or maybe a little younger. The minute I walked in, The weather changed from being damp and rainy too hot and humid from the body heat. The walls dripped with condensation and had a rusty smell. My lungs filled with smoke as everyone was smoking. There was a tiny stage upfront and a band was just finishing their show. There were about four arches on each side of the wall. And one big arch upfront where the band was playing. The woman I was with pushed through the crowds and I followed, trying to get to the front of the stage. We finally managed to push ourselves to the front row.

"What's your name?" She asks

"Meg."

"I'm Cynthia." She says offering her hand to shake which I accept.

"How did you get in here for free?"

"My boyfriend plays with the band that's going to come on next. By the way, I like your fake ID."

"My ID isn't fake."

"Sure it is. It says you were born in 1997 and its 196-"

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" The announcer interrupts.

"It brings me great pleasure to introduce the band you have all been waiting for. Only one year ago no one knew who they were. Now they're all Liverpool talks about. So at today's session at the cavern we proudly present the beatles!" When The announcer introduced them, I figured he was just talking about a tribute band or something. But oh I was wrong. The crowd screeched and on the stage came John Lennon, George Harrison, Ringo Starr and Paul McCartney, In the flesh. What?? What's happening? I couldn't believe my eyes. My face turned white and my jaw fell to the floor.

"This isn't possible." I say to myself.
I couldn't convince myself that I was dreaming. Everything was too vivid, too real, but how could this happen?

"Are you okay love? You look a bit flushed."  Cynthia says.

"I'm fine." I say politely. I'm not fine. What's going on??

"1... 2... 3... 4..." George begins playing the song and the other 3 dance to the music. John and Paul started to sing.

"Some other guy now, has taken my love.
Some other guy now, has taken away my sweet desire oh now
Some other guy now, I just don't wanna hold my hand, oh now
I'm the lonely one as, lonely one as lonely as I can feel all right..."

The crowd goes crazy and jives to the beat throughout the song. The Beatles looked like they were having the time of their lives. It was a unique, conjuring atmosphere. They Finnish the song and the Audience goes ballistic.

"Alright, alright. Hello everyone!" John yells into the mic. "We are the Beatles it's great to be with you today. Today is a special day. A very special day indeed. It's our very own, Paul McCartney's birthday." The crowd cheers. "Paul dear, how old are you turning?"

"20" Paul says with a smirk. One of the ladies next to me whistles at him.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you." John starts singing in a low, old man voice as he encourages the fans to join in sing. "Happy birthday dear Paul. Happy birthday to you." And the crowd cheers again.

Let's see... Paul was born in 1942 or was it 1941..? Nope, now I remember. He was definitely born 1942. So if he was turning 20 then... I must be in 1962. 35 years before I was born. Unbelievable.

Now I know exactly where I am. I'm in Liverpool England June 18, 1962.