Day Tripper

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I DON'T THINK I've ever heard this much noise at once before. Car honking, police sirens, and surprisingly, people calling my name. Scratch that, not people I know, strangers. Wait-scratch that also, these are fans calling my name. Fans.

I always thought people forgot about me, that I was the child star that faded away.

A woman walked past me, played with my dark and long, bouncy curls and asks something I haven't heard in ten years, "Is this your natural hair? I love it!"

I gave her the same response I gave people when I was thirteen, I smiled cheekily while nodding my head, and let out a thank you. She smiled back, hugged me, and was on her way.

"Dad! Look! It's Barbra Richards! From the show we just watched!"

So that's how they remember me! They remember me because of the broadway musical I'm in! It was opening night tonight, and it was a total success! I signed more autographs, and my impatience to enter the club grew even more.

I'm standing in line right now to enter the NY NY NY CLUB. The biggest stars of Hollywood, the music industry, and broadway are here tonight! I don't really want to be one of those girls that sings and acts just to be a star, but I do want my projects noticed.

"Hey Barbra! Come over here!"

Roger, who's in the front of the line gestures with his hands to come with him. Roger is my cast mate, my best friend, and my ex boyfriend....anyways! The security guard opened the door for us, and we were soon inside.

A truly magical place it is. Diamonds and pearls around every girl's neck. Champagne being drunk

by the wealthiest on the planet. Business deals being made before my eyes.

"Barbra, what the hell are you wearing?" queried Roger.

I ignored his rude question and went to have a short chat with Lucille Ball and Bob Hope. When our talk was over and Roger saw me sitting at one of the tables eating, he grabbed my arm and pulled me up from the chair.

"Let go!" I struggled out of his strong grip.

"I thought we were going to color coordinate! I wore blue because I thought you were going to wear blue. You're wearing green! Not blue!"

"What? That's what this is about? What I'm wearing? I guess I forgot about our plan. I just thought this dress is pretty, so I wore it."

Before that jerk of a friend Roger could say anything else, the host of the party, the director of our musical stomped angrily toward us.

"I invited you two because I thought you would make me look good, but you're not! Now go outside and solve your problems before you come back inside for dessert."

A member of the security team escorted us outside and locked us out from the inside.

"Well we're stuck in this alley, well until we make up," I said.

He replied,"No. I'm leaving. You're the reason my night is ruined."

I stood there in shock until I heard someone's voice, not Roger's.

"Make up with the damn girl already. Life isn't a fucking a soap opera, and it shouldn't be."

We both immediately turned to my left and saw the man who had just spoken, and the man was John Lennon.

I gasped and Roger broke the silence that followed my state of shock.

"You-Y-You're John Lennon! John Lennon!"