Stuck In The 60s

Chapter Four

I exited the band room. I made a right, and pushed open the big, blue stairway doors, and scampered down a flight of stairs until I reached the first floor. Go straight, make a right, then a left, right into room 118. Spanish class. 

I yanked open the door, and walked into the classroom. I looked at Mr. Sendon, who clearly was busy, so I skipped the, 'Hola'. 

Right away, I plopped into my seat. Tariq, Julian, and Janel were already there.

"Alright, estudiantes," Mr. Sendon stated as he got up from his desk, "Today, we are going to start on the Team Project I had mentioned a couple days ago. Do you remember me talking about it?"  

I did. Mr. Sendon said he would assign groups to work on some Spanish project. 

As he read the names of the first few groups, I zoned out a bit. I even day dreamed a bit. And, what a fantastic day dream. 

The date was August 15th, 1965. The Beatles' New York City concert at Shea Stadium. I was in the crowd, front row seats. Everywhere, girls were screaming, crying, fainting. I joined in. "We want the Beatles! We want the Beatles!" All the girls started chanting. As loud as I could, with my arms in the air, I shrieked, "I want the Beatles!"  

Then, the crowd roared. I turned my screaming head, and there they were, running to reach the stage. John, Paul, George, and Ringo. The minute I saw them, I cried harder than I had ever before. They were adorable, especially George Harrison, whom I was particularly find of, and even created the name 'Nesarrison', representing both Mike and George. I must have been the happiest girl in the world.  

They climbed up the stage, and got in position. John held his microphone to his face. "For our first song," he began, but the crowd didn't let him finish. He laughed. I cried so hard, I thought my eyelids would fall off.  

He tried again. "For our first song, we'll be performing a hit of ours, called, 'She Loves You'!" I screeched, and hopped up and down.  

"She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah!" the four boys sang. I couldn't believe it. I was at a Beatles concert, the Beatles were about 50 feet away from me. Realizing this, I starting getting dizzy. The more I cried and screamed, the fainter I felt.  

"Oh!" I cried, and started to fall backwards. I blacked out after that.

I woke up in a hospital. I felt awful. Slowly, I opened my eyes, four men were surrounding me. They looked very familiar, but I felt so out of it, that I could not identify them.  

"Hey, fellows, I think she's waking up!" This voice was familiar, a country accent, I was positive I've heard it somewhere.  

"Are you awake?" came another voice. This one had a British accent. 

I gained enough energy to respond to these men. "Yes," I said, "Yes, I'm awake." 

"Hooray!" the four men cheered in unison. I laughed. These men were as fun as a barrel of monkeys. 

Then, it hit me. These men were the Monkees! It didn't make sense, though. The Monkees hadn't gained fame until a year after the Shea Stadium concert. How did they get here, anyway? I looked over and checked the calendar on the hospital wall. August 15th, 1966. A year had gone by. 

"Remind me," I asked, "How I got here?" 

Peter answered. "You had fainted at one of our concerts. You caused quite a commotion, we just had to stick around with you." 

"Wait, but-" I started, remembering the Beatles concert. I didn't bother finishing. I smiled. I was with the Monkees. 

Then, a thought occurred. "Mike!"I thought. My biggest crush. He was in the same room with me. I turned to him, and clapped my hands over my mouth. "You're.. You're MIKE!" I screeched. He touched my face. "Yup," he said, and kissed me. After that, I had blacked out again.

"Catherine," I heard someone say my name. It was Mr. Sendon. He was placing me in a group. He read the names of the rest of my group mates. "Tariq, Janel, Julian, and Ben." I smiled to myself. This should be fun. 

Mr. Sendon told us what we were supposed to do for our project. "You will be creating a cool, new, modern invention in your group, and write a little blurb about it in Spanish."  

I gasped. I had the perfect idea.