Across the Universe (ON HIATUS)

Chapter 7 Tour on the Town

Chapter 7

Tour on the Town

I woke up to the sound of an obnoxious beeping that came from my phone. 10:30. That should be enough time to get ready before I meet John and the others, right? I picked myself up and dusted off the dirt and grime that accumulated on me throughout the tough night. Can't help but think of "Where did you sleep last night?" Funny.

Back to the same diner from before, I asked one of the waitress the direction to the bathroom. Luckily, I didn't have to buy anything to actually use the bathroom. Checking underneath the stalls to see if anyone else was in, I locked the door and stood in front of the mirror. I looked at my double to see if my yellow and black flannel shirt along with my black Nirvana shirt were straightened out. I fixed up my dark hair and made it look less tangled and messy. So much younger, I always wondered who I gotten it from. I knew my eyes belonged to my mom. Actually, my entire face belonged to her, a few tweaks here and there to separate me from her making my face my own. As I got older, I just concluded that it was probably from my father. It only seemed logical.

I left the diner with hopes that anybody that saw me come in didn't see me come out with a different attire on. I checked the time seeing that there was only twenty minutes until they showed up. That didn't take as long as I thought. I stood there waiting on the group in front, pacing back and forth and instead of being excited of hanging out with the younger versions of the most famous band in the world, I only stressed on how the hell on anything. What do I even do? I actually woke up and it wasn't in the hospital or in my bed or on a park bench in back home.

In the distance, a group of men in leather jackets started walking down to my direction betting that they thought that they looked cool and fearsome, but as I looked down I try to hold in a ugly laugh because of what were on their feet.

"What's so funny?" George asked in curiosity as the gang stopped in front of me.

"Nothing, just that uh, your cowboy boots look ridiculous on you guys." I answered. Honestly, the boots made them look weird for future rock stars. God, it was leather and then more leather. Instead of greasers, they looked more of a dumb, uncoordinated biker gang.

"What do ya mean? I think they look pretty gear on us. And what about you...with yer yellow and black flannel shirt. Makes ye look like a bee or somethin' " Paul try defend him and his friends attire. His sweet baby face was full of hidden sass and it was something to giggle at.

"Well for your information, this is called being fashion forward." I said back with a bit of my own sass. My grandmother didn't like it when I gave any to her but either way she still loves that part of me. Says it gives me spunk. "It's what people back home wear."

"Oh I'm sure love..." the other two giggled at the exchange that was going on.

I smiled at Paul, trying to ease him in a better mood. "Well are we gonna get this tour started or what?" I asked with excitement laced.

John stood in front of everyone with a smirk sneaking on to his thin lips. "Lady and gents, the tour will begin shortly. Please keep yer hands and feet on your beings and save all questions till the end of the tour." I laughed at him trying to sound all professional.

"Where's Pete?" I asked.

"Oh, he said somethin' about helpin' his mum with the club." Paul answered.

Liverpool wasn't much to pay attention to really. Just like any other normal town, it had its parks, buildings, shops, and people to which stared at the bunch of hooligans who were only disrupting the public with their rude behavior, wondering if their mothers ever taught them any manners. Throughout the "tour" we just hung around not doing much of anything.