Time

One

*This story begins at the Detroit Metro Airport in the year 2017, February 12th*

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" My mother asked, "you don't have to go, you don't have to do anything, we could refund your ticket and..."

"Mom, please," I interrupted, "I have to do this, for once can you let me do something I want to do?" She took a few steps closer to me, then wrapped her arms around me, "I suppose so," she quietly said. She burried her head into my shoulder and I could feel her tears soak my shirt. She looked up at me and her mascara was running down her cheeks, her troubled eyes gazed at me, "I just don't trust this whole 'time-travel' stuff," she pouted, "I don't want my baby getting hurt or..."

"Mom, they've been doing this for years, I'll be fine.is only gonna be a year, not even that long. You won't even notice I'm gone, you'll wake up tomorrow and I'll be back, that's the miracle of it all."

"Oh, okay... just please don't do anything stupid."

Don't worry, mom. I'll be alright."

She wiped her eyes and gave me one last hug. When she let go of me, we said goodbye, and I went to my gate.

It was very hard leaving her there, but this was something I've always wanted to do. All my life I was the kind of person who would have all these outrageous plans and dreams but never followed threw. I was to travel to London in the year 1966. In all honesty, I didn't have a thought in my head what I'd find there, but I wanted to go some where new and very far away, and time just seemed like a greater distance than a thousand miles.

I entered the plane, I was so nervous. I found my seat and looked around at the others on my flight. I fell asleep before the plane even took off, my mom woke me up early so we could spend more time together. I hated thinking this, but it was a bit of a relief leaving her; she was so protective over me, and it drove me crazy. I was surprised she didn't tear my ticket to shreds to prevent me from leaving.

I woke up from the jolt of the plane's landing, ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived at your destination, London, England, 1966." The stewardess announced. I couldn't believe that at long last, I was finally here. I exited the plane and got my luggage, then wandered around the streets of London for an hour or so. I later checked into a hotel. I placed my suitcase on my bed and tucked my ticket home in the bottom of my bag. I sat on my bed and watch the streets slowly unwind and I watched the sky begin to fade it a deep magenta color. I felt a little puckish from the trip, so I decided to go out again and explore. Not even a block away, I found a bar that had magnificent music coming out of it. I peered inside and saw that it was packed, and decided this was where I wanted to be.

I took a step inside and was emerged in the sound of outrageous music and laughter. There were people everywhere, so I ventured to the back of the bar to look for a seat. I saw one empty stool in the back which gave me perfect view of the band. I ordered a beer, then turned to face the band. The drummer was incredible, he had long hair and had so much power when playing. The keyboardist looked so young; he was adorable with a face that looked as if it were sculpted by angels. Their frontman looks rather obscure; he had dark wavy hair that seemed to go in every direction. His eyes were deep, and his voice was smooth. He was rather quirky, yet skillful on guitar. I almost didn't notice that bass guitarist, he was sort of hidden in the back. He had long brown hair that flopped over his ears, his eyes were so focused on his guitar. I hadn't heard music like this in forever, I remember my dad playing this when I was a kid, but when he left, so did the music.

I noticed that the bass guitarist was staring at me, which suddenly made me feel awkward, so I quickly diverted my eyes. I looked back and noticed that he was still looking at me and smiled. he winked at me and I couldn't help but laugh. I took another sip of beer and he went back to looking at his bass with a smirk on his face.

They played for another hour or so, the guitarist said in the microphone, "on behalf of myself and the rest of the band, thank you all, you've been a great audience! Goodnight!" The crowd applauded and the band seemed satisfied. I pulled out a few bills to pay the bartender, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw that it was the bass guitarist from the band. I was in shock and felt frozen; I didn't know what to say. a smile lit up his face, "a pretty girl such as yourself shouldn't be paying," he said, his voice was so soft and rich, not to mention I loved his accent. I was still standing dumbfounded, wondering why it was me he was talking to and not any of the other lovely ladies in the bar. "Oh, I can manage," I let out, my voice becoming extremely quiet. Neither of us seemed to know what to say, there was a bit of an awkward silence, we both looked at each other; he had the most amazing emerald eyes. I tried to come up with something to say, but he then said, "I insist," pulling out his wallet and paying the bartender.

"Thank you very much," I said.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all," I blurted out a little too quickly, he chuckled at my ridiculousness. I continued, "you guys were amazing."

"Why thank you," he sarcastically said, as if he didn't believe me.

"I mean it, it was amazing, I've never heard anything like that before."

"Thanks, we're still waiting for our big break."

"I'm sure it'll come soon. I came in late so I missed the name of your band, would you mind telling me?"

"We are The Pink Floyd Sound."

"What an unusual name, I like it!"

"Could you by chance give me your name now, darling?"

"My name is Meg Johnson, what's yours?"

"It's very nice to meet you Meg, I'm Roger, Roger Waters."