Blast From The Past

Some other guy now

High school has been killing me since ninth grade. I'm always overwhelmed, I'm behind in almost every class and I never can grasp what we're learning. It seems I'm the only person at my school who fails to get good grades though I've tried my hardest. Everyone else seems to breeze through high school while I'm trying to catch up to everyone. I'd be lucky if I got into a good collage or any collage for that matter. The only class where I feel comfortable in is choir. I love singing.

Throughout my day at school, my thoughts were consumed by what had happened last night, in my dream. I couldn't get myself to focus on my classes or anything else. How could all of that been a dream? I mean, my mind can't be that complex. And even if it was "just a dream", what was it supposed to mean? And how was I hungover from it?

During lunch, I barely said anything to my best friend Janet because I was still processing what had happened. I zoned out of reality and zoned into my thoughts.

"Meg..?" Janet said from across the lunch table. "Hello..? Meg!"

I looked up from the table to Janet.

"You okay? You haven't said anything this entire day."

"Sorry, I was distracted."

"Distracted? What's on your mind?"

"I just had a really weird dream last night. It was so realistic." I explained to her everything that had happened last night. About how I met Cynthia and she let me in the cavern and it was Paul's birthday and the fans were booing that Pete Best was gone and I went to the pub Salt Dog Slim's with the boys, etc.

"Oh Meg, don't be so paranoid! It was just a silly dream. There's no way you could have 'time traveled' to England. And no offense but why would Paul McCartney want to dance with you? And you probably felt hungover because you have a cold or something. Just stop thinking about it so much."

"Well... Okay I guess your right. I'm such a dork." I laughed at myself. I may have agreed with her but I knew she was wrong. 

The rest of the school day was a blur. I hardly learned anything. I received so much homework but I only know how to do half of it.

After school, I drove myself home. I went to my couch and turned on my laptop to relax. My dream, or whatever it was, still was in my mind. I went to the search bar on the internet and typed "the Beatles cavern 1962", to see what I could find. I clicked the first video that popped up. The setting in the clip, was just like the one in my dream and the Beatles were wearing the exact same thing except everything was in black and white. George started playing the guitar and the other three were bouncing to the beat. John and Paul started to sing.

"Some other guy now, has taken my love away from me, oh now
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..."

It was the EXACT performance from last night. I looked the description of the video and it read, "The Beatles perform Some Other Guy at the cavern club June 18, 1962 and the earliest known footage of the Beatles." I carefully searched the front row of the video to see if I could find myself and sure enough there I was, standing next to Cynthia Lennon, looking shocked after discovering I had time traveled.

"I knew it!" I screamed. On my phone, I dialed Janet's phone number to tell her. She picked up on the second ring.

"Hello?"