What if?

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

"She's a woman who understands.

She's a woman who loves her man."

I stand right in the middle of the huge crowd. All the hysterical girls around me are singing the lyrics so hard, that my ears start to beep. I try to fit in and dance a little, and after a while, I succeed. The music isn't as bad as I thought it would be. It's actually kind of good, now that I have the chance to listen to it live. I have no idea where Rebecca is. She took off as soon as the concert began, to dry hump some poor bastard in a corner, probably. As the concert progresses, I completely forget about her.

"Well Long Tall Sally's built pretty sweet

She got everything that Uncle John need

Oh baby, yeah now baby

Woo baby, some fun tonight"

According to the Wikipedia page I read before I came here, this is the last song. It has gotten quite warm here in the filled crowd, but I keep dancing as long as I can. Until the very last note. I am completely converted. I LOVE the Beatles. If only they were still alive and singing in my time. Their music is active, which I like, just in another way that I'm used to. It's more real music, and less studio sounds.

As soon as the last bit of screaming starts, after the song long tall sally, I remember that I should be the responsible one. Who knows what Rebecca will do if I'm not around to stop her. I've already left her alone for too long. I can't imagine what someone could possibly do wrong in such a crowd, but it's Rebecca. You never know.

I start pushing my way through the people, trying to discover a blue dress with red hair above it. But then the doors open, and everyone starts pushing his way outside. I'm dragged along with everybody else. I sigh in defeat and let myself be guided towards the exit.

Outside of the huge building I jump upon a wooden bench and start looking in the crowd again. After a while I think I finally spot her blue dress, but it's from a brunette. After everyone is gone, I still haven't found her yet. I am starting to get a little worried about her. She's such an idiot sometimes. Who knows what kind of mess she got herself into this time. I've head to rescue her once, from her own zipper.

She had thought it time for an outfit change, but couldn't find a good place to do that. Eventually she started pulling her dress over her head, while standing behind some bushes. The dress got stuck on her upper body, because she forgot the zipper. Everyone who would have walked around those bushes could have seen her underwear. Lucky for her, I was there to safe her from such a disaster. She didn't thank me of course. She just raised an eyebrow and stomped off.

I have no idea where I could look for her. I decide that I have the best chance of finding her, if I go back to our time machine. If she still remembers where that is as well, she'll come eventually.

Rebecca's POV

As soon as those Beatles come on stage, I lose all the attention for their music. I honestly don't get why girls get so hysterical over a bunch of guys with a banana haircut. I decide to leave my sis behind; she'll be alright without me. I start looking for mom. It will be so much fun to talk to her, without her knowing who I am. If sis was here with me, she would have started complaining about how dangerous it is to talk to mom, and blablabla. She is such a bore, sometimes.

It is surprisingly easy to spot mom. She's standing not so far away from me and sis and is talking to some kind of hippy guy. He's strangely good-looking for a guy with long hair. Way to go mom. Actually, now that I think of it, I'd like to see how good of a kisser he is. I am in the age of hippies and love, after all. I should try to enjoy it, while it lasts.

Swaying my hips I walk slowly and sensually towards the two, who are still talking. The hippy guy finally spots me. It took him long enough. I make a show out of checking his looks and smile approvingly. He does the same. My mom notices that the guy lost all the attention he had for her and turns around to see what the cause is. Her eyes widen when she sees me. Well, we do look a lot alike. It must be weird to see someone with the same skin tone, height, hair colour and several facial features walking towards you. I give my young looking mom a wide grin.

"You could be twins, man," the hippy guy says when I reach them. My mom says nothing, probably because she doesn't know what to say in a situation like this. I raise my hand for them to shake.

"I am Rebecca."

The hippy guy shakes my raised hand. "John is the name, darling."

"And you really look like a Mary, am I right," I say to my mom. She looks surprised that I was able to guess her name. Duh, of course I was right. I almost roll with my eyes, but I stop myself because I know she wouldn't get it and probably feel a little offended.

"Yes I am Mary. Do I know you? You look so familiar," she says getting back her cool a little. Her voice sounds a little bit higher, than I'm just to. It must be her younger age.

"No I don't think we've met before. But Polly said she was looking for you," I say. Polly is the friend with whom my mom went to this concert.

"Did she now? How do you know Polly?" my mom asks not really believing a single word coming out of my mouth.

"I'm her cousin," I lie.

"She never mentioned a cousin," my mom replies with a raised eyebrow.

"We're not very close. But she said that it was important," I say to get my mom to leave. She sighs and finally leaves me alone with hippy guy John.

"Finally," I say relieved, while finally letting out my eye roll. I grab John by his long necklace with wooden beads and drag him off to a dark corner. I push him against the wall and place my hands on both sides of his face. I lower my own face, while his eyes widen as he realizes what my design is for dragging him here. Our lips touch and start a wild passionate kiss, with a lot of tongue. As soon as John gets over his surprise he places his hands on my ass and turns me around so that I'm the one against the wall. I can tell that he wants to be the man is this relationship. I like it. I swing one of my legs around his waist and let my hands roam all over his back. John and I keep this up during the entire concert.

"Let's go somewhere more private," he says with a strained voice, when the band starts playing their last song. I just nod, not trusting my voice. He really does know how to touch a lady.

This time he's the one dragging me. He seems very eager to get to somewhere private.