Out of Time

1: I'll Follow the Sun

August 3rd, 2019

"Ow, Caroline! You almost blinded me with how heavy you're going on my eyeshadow!" I teased.

"Oh Michelle, you're always so overly dramatic," she scoffed, "I'm barely even touching you.".

I should be grateful though, as tonight was a Friday night, and instead of partying and having fun, Caroline was here, helping me get ready. My best friend, Caroline, had turned 19 a few months ago, and to celebrate her birthday we had went out and partied. My 19th birthday was in about a week, and I was planning on having a early celebration tonight. The only thing on the agenda- seeing the new Paul McCartney concert!

"Just a little more pink- and there we go!" Caroline beamed, as I turned my head to face the mirror.

I couldn't help but giggle at how well she had done. At times, Caroline could be a little over eager and pushy (to put it nicely), but that girl sure knew style.

"Do you think Paul will notice me in the crowd tonight?" I smirked, laughing at the thought. Caroline chuckled, "Let's get you out of that get-up, and maybe so,". She eyed me up and down.

I frowned. "What's wrong with my outfit?" I questioned, peering down at my gray Beatles shirt and denim shorts. Caroline just giggled and threw me a white blouse and a bubblegum pink skirt. I sighed and threw on the clothes.

...

The concert was even better than I'd imagined. Paul was amazing, which was to be expected. Even in his old age, he had the enthusiasm of a 20 year old. If only George and John were still here today, would they be performing too? I sighed and pushed the thought out of my head.

I had been a fan of The Beatles ever since I could remember. Paul was always my favorite, which was why I was so excited to be seeing him live for the first time tonight. I had been a fan of Paul during his Beatle era, his Wings era, and even him now in 2019. This show was even more special though, especially to such a big Beatles fan as myself, as Ringo was a special guest. And lucky me, tonight I had backstage tickets!

As the show ended, I gradually began to make my way backstage, awkwardly shuffling through all the other fans. As I finally neared the entrance, I clutched my backstage pass, and gave myself a much needed pep talk.

"You've been waiting for this your whole life, Michelle. You can do it. Caroline made you look great, own it," I quietly whispered to myself, opening the door, closing my eyes, and stepping backstage.

"You can do this Michelle," I repeated as I looked up, and a bewildered look crept across my features. "Wha- where-" I couldn't help but stutter.

As I focused on confusion on what later ahead of me, I realized that I was bound to be in for a long night...