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Ｗｈｅｒｅ＇ｓ Ｗａｌｄｏ ｂｕｔ ｗｉｔｈ Ｒｉｖｅｒｄａｌｅ

Ｔｅｎ- Ｗｈｅｒｅ＇ｓ Ｗａｌｄｏ ｂｕｔ ｗｉｔｈ Ｒｉｖｅｒｄａｌｅ

It's around two p.m in London and Ara has declared that we are going to be on the hunt for Archie. She told me to wear something that will look nice in the pictures but I don't know what would look nice. All my clothes have been shifted to the closet so I can see all of them better. My hands skim over the small selection of dresses that I had brought just in case I needed them. Should I wear one? Nah. I shake my head at the thought of dressing up for Archie. I mean, I might meet Tommy again but it makes no sense that he would be there for one day. I pull out a Live Aid shirt and slip on a pair of black skinnies. I layer on a couple of necklaces, and wear a pair of painted converses. My contacts are nowhere to be found so I pull on my glasses, running downstairs, enthusiastic about getting to see the place where music grew. I find both Ara and Rhys clad in Archie merch, their hair slicked back impeccably.

"Are y'all getting ready to go act for the Matrix? It sure looks like that." I chuckle, watching both of them looking at their clothing and nodding in agreement. Rhys runs toward me, panic stricken,

"Your hair! It's all messy and curly and eww." I pull back and comb my hands through my hair slowly. Cringing when my hands get stuck in my hair.

"I agree." Ara chimes in and they both assess the damage that is called my hair.

"What do you put in your hair Talulah?" Both of them say as I smile sheepishly. I don't put product in my hair.

"Um.. shampoo and conditioner?" I say looking towards Rhys who is gaping like a fish. He shakes his head and pulls Ara towards him. Both of them form a huddle in the corner, getting ready to mass murder my hair. They slowly approach my hair, armed with a brush and a bunch of hair ties. I smile and let them work magic on my hair.

I look in the mirror and see that my hair has been tamed into two fishtail braids.

"Girl, you look perfect!" Rhys says, pushing the last bobby pin into its designated place.

"Thank you." I thank the duo and grab my backpack, walking out the small hut.

"Where are we going?" I ask Ara. She scrolls through her phone, eyes lighting up when she finds the post.

"Abbey Road I think." Rhys looks at her with the 'oh crap' look. Abbey Road gets really crowded, like super crowded. A lot of people want to walk the same street that the Beatles walked so finding Mr.No-plot will be really hard.

"That's fine y'all. It's a ten minute walk to Abbey Road, lets go." I usher the crowd of fan dudes/dudettes. We get to the location in twenty minutes and I was right, it was way too crowded to search together.

"We'll have to divide and conquer." Rhys exclaims, pushing Ara one way, me the other as he walks straight. I walk for a while before my eyes see a faint guitar sign glowing ahead. It wouldn't hurt to play for a little bit would it? My hands clutch the handle, pulling the door open and letting the familiar smell embrace me. The bell above the door rings signifying that I had walked through.

"Star Girl!" I hear the familiar nickname from last night echo through the corridor.

"Tommy?" I walk towards him as he pulls me in a hug.

"I thought that you were in Paris?" He scoffs letting go of me,

"Star girl, musicians travel. It sparks inspiration." He grabs my ringed hand pulling me with him somewhere.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask, digging my heels into the carpet, causing him to pout,

"I'm taking you to meet one of my best friends. Please?" He pouts and I follow along, allowing him to drag me to meet his friend. Wait, friend. He works with Archie! Crap. By the time my common sense catches up with me, he's already pulled me in a small room, in front of a brown haired dude who's playing a Strat very poorly. My hands go up to clutch my ears in pain, this dude can't play to save his life.

"Arch, this is Star Girl." The brown haired dude turns around proving my theory right that this is Archie. His eyes scan over my figure and stop right at my Live Aid shirt.

"Ok.. Star Girl, what's your real name?" He says tuning the beautiful instrument in front of him. I cringe as he tunes the low E string too low,

"My name is Talulah." My posture changes into a defensive one. I wasn't going to let Mr.no plot win a fight if he wants to start one.