A Day In The Life (A Beatles Fan-Fiction Story)

Chapter Nine: Changing My Ways

I pulled on a pair of tight black jeans and a leather jacket, and went to the bathroom to style my hair. Okay, no bell-bottoms, no tie-dye, and no headband. I'm dressed just like George, so he has to like this. If he doesn't like hippies, he should've just told me.

"How do I look, Paul?" I asked my cousin.

"Um..uh..er.." he stuttered.

"Do I really look that bad?" I asked.

"No, but why are you dressed like that?"

I didn't want to tell him what John told me. "I just wanted to try a different look," I lied.

"Why? I like your flower power style."

I smiled and thanked him. I walked out to the bus stop and talked to John. "Do you think George will like this?" I asked about my outfit.

"Eleanor?" he squinted, as if he couldn't reconize me. "What have you done to yourself?"

"Well, you told me George doesn't like the hippie style, so I changed my look."

The bus came and brought us to school. A lot of people stared and I even got a few compliments. This must be what it feels like to not be hated by everyone. So, this means my theory is true. I've never had any friends because I was a counterculture. But people are talking to me now because I'm not a flower child anymore. I'm just like all of them.

And I hate it.

I was at lunch sitting with John and his little "group". I decided to accept him as my friend, but nothing more than that. He really was sorry, and he's not that bad. I guess it was just a bad first impression. He was telling me about his band The Quarrymen, the members, the instruments and such. They're really good, I've heard them play. He was telling me a joke about the drummer, when a group of girls sat at the table.

"Hey, Eleanor," the brunette said. "You look really nice today, is this a permanent thing?"

I looked at all of them. I knew exactly who they were. "Hi, Alice. And yes, it is permanent." I shouldn't have said that, I don't know how long I can last in leather!

"Well, you look great. We were wondering, if you would still like to be our lead guitarist?"

I looked at them all and then at John. He was nodding his head. "Yeah, I'd love to!" I exclaimed.

"Great! Meet us at the park today after school. And bring your guitar," she added as they all stood up to go to their next class. The bell rang and John and I also had to leave. I can't believe they changed their minds...I'm the lead guitarist for The Jazzberries!

When I got off the bus that afternoon, John started walking with me to my house. "Wait out here, okay? I'll be right back."

I went inside and closed the door. "Hello Nana. I'm going to the park, do you need anything before I go?" I asked.

"No, I'm okay, thanks."

I went upstairs to my room and pulled out my guitar. Remembering how out of tune it was, I quickly plugged it into the amp and tried to tune it. E B G D A E.....this thing is impossible to tune! Especially when I can't find my tuner. Doing it by ear is a lot harder than you would expect. I finally just gave up, and went to Paul's room and asked to borrow his.

"Of course you can, but it's--"

I cut him off. "Thanks!" I grabbed it and ran downstairs. "Sorry I took so long, John." We started walking down the street and the sun was trying to come out from behind the clouds. It hasn't rained for almost a week, which is actually quite nice. The weather was starting to get warmer which is also good, since the summer holidays are almost here.