I heard several voices now.
My curiosity got the better of me as I saw a small, peeping window close by; a driving force propelling me forward to such a convenience. From the view I had quite the way back, all I saw were a few amps and instruments lying about in a very spacious area, of which I assumed I could only have been at a recording studio of some sort.
But it was as I inched closer towards the small window, I saw the crystal clear image of a man I'd thought I'd never set eyes on, and I felt my jaw hit the floor at the very second my eyes caught glimpse of his face."And when I, I wanna kiss you yeah-"
I watched him sing in sheer bafflement. His every feature, and his every movement in tact.
"John." I whispered breathlessly, raising a palm to the cool glass window.
There he stood. His guitar in hand, and his face reaching up for the microphone; a great and dazzling smile across his beaming face.
My mind began to spin vivaciously, a whirlwind of nonsense fogging it up and preventing me from seeing sense.
It couldn't be real, I mean, it had to be a dream.
John Lennon.
John Lennon was...dead.
And had been for decades now.
Before I was even born.Yet as what seemed like unarguable fact raced through my mind, there I stood staring right at him; as fit and young as ever.
I turned instantly from him. I must have been going insane.
I pinched my arm. And again. And again.
Nothing.
Why wouldn't I wake up?
What was going on?I laughed at myself in denial. It all seemed hysterical! I'd lost my mind! I had actually completely lost my nut.
I ran my fingers through my hair agitatedly, pacing back and forth as I ruminated.
It must have been a dream.
It had to be.
There was no other explanation.I gave myself one last firm slap on the cheek in hope to prove my theory correct and wake up. Yet again, nothing happened.
However, this time, I came to the decision to simply embrace whatever illusion I was under than to let my sanity slip from my fingertips. I glanced to my wrist in a futile manner, half-expecting to find a watch I never wore nor had anyway. Surely, it would be time to wake up soon.
"Shake it off Grace, just shake it off." I chanted to myself, loosening my every rigid muscle with a little wiggle. "This is what you've always wanted, right? Enjoy it before reality hits you."
I smiled when I reached a standstill, my little pep talk having really convinced my mind that none of this was real.
Just have fun with it."Think that'll do fellas?" I heard John's thick Scouse accent echo as the music stopped.
With a suddenly urgency, I rushed back to my window view, only just now realising that the other three Beatles stood right beside him in the recording booth. I felt a slight pang of guilt I hadn't noticed them beforehand, but I suppose the single glimpse of John I'd caught was already enough to blow my mind.
"Yeah, well done John, that was great." I saw a young and captivating Paul McCarney stood beside him with his legendary, hofner bass in hand.
I was struck dumbfounded as I saw all four youthful members stand nonchalantly together. Was the light playing tricks on my eyes or-?
"Come on lads," I heard John announce to the group. "Let's call it a day. Yer' done good."
There were a few murmurs of agreement and exchanges of affirmative nods of the head, and before I knew it, I saw the handle of the studio door twinge as I realised they were all leaving.
A panic coursed through my veins as the door merely meters from me began to open, and the clatter of footsteps swarmed out.
YOU ARE READING
Ain't She Sweet
同人小說Grace, a woman of the twenty-first century, must prepare for her big day, of which she weds a man she could never love. Her true love stands with the Beatles, a band of which she admires greatly. But what happens when she finds herself back in 1963...