Stuck In The 60s

Chapter Ten

    Julian showed me the basics of the device. He pressed the button that was located on the back of the  contraption, and it automatically lit up. I assumed this meant that the button turned the transportation device on.

   He tapped the screen that was on the front of the machine. "It's a touch screen," I thought to myself, "That's very easy, as opposed to having a million buttons to press."

   He typed in my name, and my current location, which was my bedroom. He turned to me, and asked, "Where would you like to go?"

   At first, I was a bit surprised by his question. He didn't know that I appreciated the Sixties so much? But, then it hit me. I hadn't exactly talked about my love for the 1960s yet.

  I thought. Where in the Sixties could I go? Which of my two favorite bands should I visit first? What will I do when I get there?

  After thinking long and hard, I decided my first visit would be with the Beatles, August 21st, 1964, the day they were at the Edgewater Hotel. A hotel would help me become closer with the lads, closer than we would become at a concert.

   I told Julian to type in the date and location I would like to travel to onto the device, and in response, he told me the device was ready. I was extremely anxious.

   Julian told me to stand straight, and he would hold the device facing towards me. Then, he would press the huge button that was on the front of the machine. After that, he said, we would have to see what happens. I followed Julian's instructions, quickly stealing Janel's phone, just in case this project didn't go as planned.

   I shut my eyes tightly, waiting for something to happen. I stood there for about five minutes. "Julian," I shouted, "Please, hurry up." I opened my eyes, just to see what exactly was going on. More than anything, I hoped the device didn't have a malfunction.

    When I opened my eyes, though, I wasn't in my bedroom. I was in a huge room, with a couch made of rich red velvet, and a golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling. 

    I turned around, and I saw an elderly man sitting behind a desk. I was startled by his presence, hoping he hadn't heard me telling Julian to hurry up.

   "I'm sorry, ma'am," the man said, "I'm not aware of any Julian." I felt awfully embbarrassed after he said that.

   "Sorry, sir," I apologized to the man, who wore a name tag which read, 'Patrick Hayes'. He had a smile on his face.

   "What are you doing here?" Patrick asked, "Where are your parents?"

   I had forgotten the fact that I was a 12 year old girl in a hotel without any adult supervision. What was I supposed to tell him?

   "Sir," I said to Patrick, "I've come to work as a maid." It was the only thing I could think of.

   He laughed at me. I figured. "We don't hire little girls," he said. I had figured that, too.

   "Yes," I said slowly, thinking of what to say next, "I've come to work as an apprentice maid, to help the maids with their work." It sounded quite ridiculous, and I was positive that, by now, my chances of meeting the Beatles were slim. I decided that maybe bribery would work, so I told Patrick I worked for free.   

    I never thought bribery would work, but to my surprise, it had. Patrick motioned me over behind his desk, and I was shocked by the many drawers that were were there. He opened one, near the bottom, that contained about fifty maid outfits. He pulled one out, and gently gave it to me. 

   Suddenly, I heard a little buzzing noise. Patrick turned his head towards the source of the sound, and said, "It appears that Room 276 would like to dine. You wouldn't mind bringing up some food, would you?" 

    I really did mind. I wanted to meet the Beatles. But, I told him I didn't mind, because I didn't want to appear stubborn.

    I waited for the chef to make Room 276's meal, and tried to figure out where the Beatles might be, in this building, right now. The top floor, possibly. It would be very private.

    The chef tapped me on the shoulder and handed me the food. I carefully held the tray, and walked around the hotel, trying to find Room 276.

     It seemed to be almost nowhere, although I still had to check the top floor. I smiled nervously, realizing that the Beatles were probably on this floor, right now.

     I walked down the long corridor on the top floor, and right in front of me was Room 276. The door looked huge. "Must be a big room," I thought to myself. I took hold of the knocker, and knocked on the big door three times.