I Think I Just Went Back In Time

Chapter 2

I can't believe Mick's voice has held up for this long! He sounds great! I look around and noticed something slightly different, wasn't that an old couple sighing over there? Not a young couple screaming and cheering for the Stones? I narrowed my eyes at then and they waved at me, I lifted my hand back and then they returned their attention to The Stones. I looked back as well and suddenly, I was pushed forward.

"Hey!"

I looked back, but there was only a wall behind me. Did the stadium just..shrink?

I rubbed my eyes and the lights dimmed. Everything's pitch black! I can see a hand in front of me!

They must be starting Paint It Black!

But when the lights come back on, they're singing one of their earlier songs; Around and Around.

I squinted at the stage and put a hand to my forehead, had I gotten drunk or something? Because it looked like a blond haired guitarist was up there on the stage, a very familiar guitarist...

And didn't Keith have gray hair and a bandanna?! What was going on? What's going on? What is this? Some kind of Joke?! Very funny haha, now stoppit!!

Then Mick started singing and my mouth dropped. W-why did his voice sound so young, and was he wearing a...suit?

The song ended and Mick addressed the crowd with a smiling face and, what looked like, no wrinkles.

"Thanks everybody, that's all for now! I hope you enjoyed the show!"

Then the band left and I blinked, that definitely looked like Brian up there.

I was pushed along and someone grabbed my arm. He was normal looking and had something in his hand, which he held up.

Oh no! Please don't stab me! I'm too young to die!

Put he only pinned a button on my shirt, I looked down and instead of focussing on the button, I realized my homemade tongue had disappeared I turned to look at my back and the words were gone as well. What the heck?

The guy led me along the crowd and I noticed that most of the audiences hair was brown, black, red or blond. No grey in sight.

The tongues had been covered up by coats, I guess, because its January. At least that makes sense. My shirt was still tye dyed, thank goodness! I thought thinks were getting a bit freaky for a second..

The guy left me at infront of a door an then he disappeared inside. I twirled my brown hair around my finger and bit my lip gingerly, was I in trouble? What did I do-

A hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me inside the doorway. Woah, this-this looked like backstage!! My eyes widened as I took it all in.

"Sit" The guy commanded and pointed to a couch set up in the corner. I walked over in awe and sat down as I was told.

Then the mystery guy disappeared behind another door. I took out my phone from my pocket and took pictures. I can't believe that I may be backstage a a Rolling Stones concert!!!!!!!!

The door opened again, but I didn't look at the guy, he didn't interest me anymore. I shoved my phone deep into my pocket and sat back, closed my eyes.

Vaguely, I noticed somebody sitting down beside me and I made my eyes slits as I looked over at them. My eyes widened and I put a hand to their face, turned it from side to side. He put his hands on mine and lowered them to my lap. But I just stared at him, mouth agape.

How the hell is this even possible?!

"Holy Hell" I whispered as 4 other guys entered the the room. He chuckled an held my gaze. I couldn't look away, I was trapped in his eyes. Someone sat down beside him and chuckled at me.

"Kind of looks like she's seen a ghost" The guy that just came up whispered to the one I was staring at.

"Ya, it does" he tilted his head to the side and inspected my mouth.

"You have a very nice mouth, love"

But I didn't hear, because what Mick Jagger had said was true, I HAD just seen a 'ghost'; Brian Jones.

I fell back and hit my head against the wall. Then everything went dark.