When they saw me standing there

Liverpool streets August 21, 1962

I've never been accepted into my family, well not emotionally, I've always been a disappointment, my grades and the fact that I never can get a job. My father yelled at me this morning for skipping classes, our neighbours are probably wondering what the hell is going on in my family. So I left the house and now I'm sitting here on the only working swing in the local depressing park.

Feeling the slightly cold late-august wind hit my face and giving my cheeks a kiss of the feeling that autumn is on it's way, it always felt as if autumn came early here in Liverpool. Looking around me I see a mom dragging her child for dear life to catch the bus and a few young boys about the age of thirteen sitting behind a bush sharing a beer. This was Liverpool, a place for old fishermen and kids dreaming about the life in the big towns, and my hometown. I'm one of those kids who dreams about the life on stage with people who loves me. I could play guitar and sing a bit, but people just laugh at me because I'm a girl and doesn't have a big chance of success.

The feeling of numbness started to hit my legs from sitting down too long. Best I start to walk a bit, I mean I am in no hurry to get home with my father angry at me. I passed small street shops, cafes and bars with the feeling of being watched as I was a lonely girl walking the streets of Liverpool at 10 AM in the morning. I noticed yellow posters on the walls of all the bars and houses I passed, "The beatles, fresh from Hamburg, 10 PM August 22 at The cavern club!". A german band called The beatles? Never heard of... It wouldn't hurt to check them out and I've got a few girl friends who have a rather big interest in cute boys.

5:34 PM, August 21st, 1962

Carefully picking up the light blue telephone, hoping that my strict parents sitting in the kitchen doesn't hear me, I dragged the numbers to one of my best friend Kimberly's house. Waiting three beeps for someone to answer, someone finally answered.

"Hello" said a small voice in my ear.

"Hello, am I speaking to Kimberly?" I said nervously not properly hearing who it was because of my family's crappy telephone.

"Yes you stupid, It's me" Kimberly said with a clear Liverpool accent.

"yeah hello, do you fancy going The cavern club tomorrow at 10 PM and watch some cute german lads play instruments and singing" I said sounding rather posh and british.

"Yeah that would be a pleasure my dear" she answered also sounding jokingly posh and british.

"Great, we meet tomorrow"....