Two Strange Girls||A Beatles Story

I Need to Act Naturally

I hated the studio.

It was "sing this" "sing that." "Tune this" "tune that." "Grab me a cuppa?" What's a cuppa, you might ask? I didn't even know! It's short for a cup of tea. It was "more takes" or "less takes" or "let's add the takes together!" My gosh! "Here's a message to Australia!" It lasted an hour longer than it did yesterday! Nine hours! It was nuts!

I was so bored half of the time that when we came home, I instantly fell asleep on the bed.

What I didn't expect was to dream.

And dreaming I did.

I laid in a field of wild flowers. I took in the beautiful, blue sky with the sun. I was in a white, flowy dress that blew ever so slightly in the breeze.

All of a sudden, I smelled smoke. I sat up. The field of flowers was burning. I tried to run as the fire came near me, but it was like my feet were glued to the ground.

"Help!" I screamed. "Anybody! Please help!" My biggest fear was being burned alive.

It's over, Tessa, I thought. You're gonna stand here and die.

I closed my eyes and waited for the heat to come. I heard the fire burn around me. Everything became black.

I fell off of the bed with a thud. I rubbed my butt. I looked up to make sure Faith hadn't heard me. Luckily for me, she was still asleep. I glanced at the little clock beside the bed. I had to squint to read it because it was one of those kinds with the hands. It was just past six.

I took a calming shower to clear my head. It felt nice to have the cold water run down my back. I touched the spot just below my shoulder on my back. There was a burn mark from when my dad started a house fire. I got out but still got burned a little. My mom was on a business trip, and Faith was in a college dorm. It was just me in the house. He had come home late that night. I was asleep and woke up to the sound of the alarm. As I was getting out of the house, a piece of wood hit my shoulder. That's how I got burned.

My dad was arrested, and after the trial, my mom bought Faith and me a house and left town. She told us she had a business trip to go to, but she never came back. That was last year. Faith still treated me like a little sister, but she also took on more responsibility now.

I hopped out of the shower shivering, but I quickly put on my clothes to warm up. I couldn't blow dry my hair because it could have woken the boys up. I did apply my makeup. I'd taken it out of the car so it would become easier access. I walked down the hall to the kitchen. I took a sip of water to calm my still going nerves.

Why was I like this?

Like what? You may ask. Like this. This freak that saw the past and now the future, that was traumatized from a fire from a man who wasn't in my life anymore, and that hated one of the best known groups around the world.

The water in my cup rippled as a tear landed in it. I needed another walk. I didn't care if it was six in the morning. I didn't care if Faith wouldn't find me in my bed. I could just text her. Wait. I couldn't. I didn't know if the message would send. My phone had been at 100% the whole time, but that didn't mean anything.

"You're up early."

I nearly spit out my water in fright. I turned at faced the drummer Ringo. I regained my composure.

"I could say the same thing about you."

"I'm an early riser," he said. "And you?"

I shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. Got hungry. Where's a good coffee shop with good food and great coffee? And can I borrow some money good food and great coffee?"