Chapter 1

My dream was them--the four most handsome guys to cross the Atlantic. I was an attractive, short blonde haired, blue eyed and tall 15 year teen girl who had every record, every picture and who knew every trivia knack up to par on them. You know-the fabest, greatest group to live! The “Mod”, the “New Beat”!

The Beatles were my ambition of teenage life and to meet them would have been a dream! My favorite was Ringo Starr. The “puppy-dog” eyes and the big nose. Oh adorable!

Elease Jenkins, my best friend, took Paul McCartney and took him for her own...she wished! He was her Beatle-eyed and goggled obsession! Screaming and squealing over him, she was a mess but, with a crummy life like hers, he was all she had. Her Mom, Judy was a drunkard and raised her beer bottle better off than Elease.

So, Elease stayed with me and my mom. Mom raised me single handed since my dad having died when I was three. Mom stood as my only block to my ambition. Being born in London and half raised in New York City, you'd think she let me have my fun. Oh, but not her; “goodness gracious”, as she would've said. The Beatles were long-haired hoodlums who blared out loud and horrible music! Well, at least Dad would have liked them anyway.

Grandma Ellen, Mom’s mom, thought they were the sweetest lads ever to grace Britain! What’s wrong with this picture?

It was a thick and sweltering jungle on that cold day of Friday, the seventh of February being amidst all the screaming hoards of fans. John F. Kennedy National Airport had never been so packed and Elease and I were just one of the thousands there that day. It was a total freak out!

My heart pounded as those four dreams walked off the plane smiling and waving, into the abyss of press and people. I could barely see them with all the people around me, but Elease and I were contending to scream above the rest.

Suddenly, I heard a voice faintly yelling. I strained to look around and hear and I found it was Mom. I dragged Elease with me to the car.

“C’mon, you two! I’ve enough of all of this and I’m starving,” said Mom.

“All right. Let’s go to Charlie’s then,” I said. Charlie’s was the local hot-spot for eating and hanging out. There was a familiar vehicle parked outside and I ran inside.

“Jack!” I exclaimed, running into his arms as swung me around and kissed me.

“Hiya, babes!” he said, giving me the usual side squeeze and a kiss on the cheek.

He was Jack Nelson, my boyfriend of about a year. Jack was a greaser; a highly unlikely person for my type but I loved how adventurous he was! Clad in a black leather coat and pants, black boots and biking gloves with a white under T- shirt. His dark hair was slicked back with grease in an Elvis styling.

“Jack! Pop quiz! What’s my name?” Elease called from over by the entrance. He looked over and said,

“Good one, babes!” And he laughed obnoxiously. Mom was arguing with Charlie again for lying about tea shipments at the bar.

Jack put his arm around my neck and led me over to a booth to where another girl was sitting.

She, too was clad in black leather.

“Babes, I’d like ya’ ta’ meet a gal-pal ‘a mine! This is Roxi,” he said, pointing to a long- faced, pale skinned girl with auburn hair put up into a high ponytail and she gnawed on a wad of gum. She stood up and faced us and her figure was long and lean.

“Hi,” I said hesitantly after a second of silence.

“Yeah,” she said rather sarcastically and she wound her gum on her finger.

“Yeah. Hey Roxi, where’s Joe?” asked Jack.

“I dunno. He said he’d be he’r but he musta’ ditched er’ somthin’,”

“Yeah, guess so, huh man?” he said.

“Well, I tells ya’ what, I’m gonna hang a while with my girlfriend. Be back, Roxi.” he said and we went over to Mom and Elease.

“What’s happenin’, Miz Allen?” he said casually, giving her a fake little nudge on the arm with his fist. Mom was unmoved and said,

“If it’s all the same to you, ‘Joe Cool’, I’m fine.”

“Boy, that tea a little too strong for ya, Miz A?” he joked.

“You are an obnoxious jerk and I loathe you going out with my daughter!” exclaimed Mom.

“Mom!” I exclaimed with a moan.

“Ugh! Ignore her!” I exclaimed exasperated. We made a sharp turn around towards the door with eachother’s arms around our waists. He took me outside.

“See my baby,” he said, walking to a complex and shining motorbike and stroking its leather seat.

“Hey! I thought I was!” I exclaimed.

“You’re my babe!” he said.

I humored him with a smile and said, “Is that a Harley?” I exclaimed, coming over and examining it.

He grinned proudly and said, “Yeah, Pops gave it to me for my fifteenth birthday the other day,”

“Yeah, that’s right, I remember you sayin’ somthin’ just before your birthday about it,”

“Well, he owed it! Every year I asked him when I was gonna get it and he said, ‘next year, son,’. Man, it was gettin’ a drag and I gave up!”

“Ah!” I cooed sarcastically, “couldn’tcha’ hang on a little longer?”

“Shut-up!” he said, good naturedly. I laughed.

“Hop on, babes!” he said, lifting me up and setting me on the seat sideways.

The seat and the metal was a bit cold at first until I warmed it up a bit.

“What is this? A sidesaddle or somthin’? C’mon, ya’ gotta’ get between it and fire that up that motor,” he exclaimed.

“Jack, I ain’t used to it! It feels like I won’t fit! Beside, Mom’s gonna explode if she’s sees me on here,”

“That’s nuttin’! Man, I need ta’ get Roxi out he’r ta’ toughen ya’ ups!”

“Jack!”

“C’mon, start’er up! She won’t bite! Just listen to that engine!” he exclaimed with pride.

“J-Jack, I’m not touchin’ it!” I cried.

“What, ya’ scared? C’mon, just-just stretch out and touch those pedals and grip those handlebars,” he said, climbing on behind me and gripping the handlebars next to my hands. I huffed and said indignantly with an impish smile,

“All right, I will!” I said and I turned the key, pressed the pedals and strained the motor. It began to purr and vibrate beneath us.

“It’s nice,” I said with a sigh.

“Nice? Nice? Whoa! Babes! No, no, no! This is more than ‘nice’, all right, babes? This is seriously wicked!”

“Yeah, whatever ya’ say, Jack,” I said.

“So, I’m right!” he exclaimed haughtily.

“I didn’t say you were right! I said, ‘whatever you say’! There is a difference,” I said sarcastically.

“Ahw, same diff’!” he said, excusing the matter with a wave of his hand.

“Kare’, Babes, wanna go out Sunday?” he asked.

“Can’t. I gotta watch Ed.”

“Oh, yeah I love ‘Mister Ed’, babes!” he exclaimed. “But I don’t sees no reason why you gotta watch him,”

“No, dopey! Ed on ‘The Ed Sullivan Show’!”

“Why?”

“The Beatles, Jack! The Beatles will be on!”

“Chh! Yeah, I shoulda’ known, man, babes! All right babes, we’ll go ta’ the movies at eight, then, babes?”

“Okay, but ta’ see what?”

“Who says we gotta see anythings, babes?” he said with a grin.

“Oh-yeah, you’re the ‘make-out king’, I know!” I said sarcastically with a flirtatious grin.

Elease and I lay on our bellys, anticipating their arrival and finally the moment came. The knots tightened in our stomach.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the great annoucer said on the screen. He paused with hesitation.

“...the Beatles!” he finshed and no sooner had the words left his lips, roars flooded his voice out and loaded the screen. That night was to be the biggest night in television history and if not for television, for CBS because I’m sure the ratings sky-rocketed that night!

“Aaagh! Oh my gawd!” screamed Elease. She already had tears streaming down her blushed cheeks and she pulled at her should-lenghth dark-brunette hair, madly. We kept their latest record in front of us loyally as we watched them sing out “I Wanna Hold Your Hand” and “She Loves You”.

“Good God!” cried Mom from the kitchen with disgust. She took her paper in there as soon as she knew they were on. We screamed, “Yeah…Yeah…Yeah!” after they finished each time though Elease was disappointed when I had to go with Jack to the movies.

“I promise you, Elease! I talk to you when I get back and don’t talk to Mom!” I said, closing the door and the roar of his bike was soon heard as we rode off. Mom finally became convinced that it was safe for me to ride when I used his helmet and promised to hold on to him tight (which I had no problem with!).

We sat near to the back, a pop and a bag of popcorn between us and Jack had his arm around me. He kissed on my neck idly, of course I, had made out with him earlier and had my fun so I tried to get him to stop. Somehow, I actually became aware their was a movie on and I watched it. It was a stupid horror flick!

Jack became bored as he saw I wasn’t paying any attention to him and took a straw and blew spitwads at a couple behind us. I slapped him across the face.

“Jack! How you dare throw spit wads them! They’re people too!” I growled at him, who was laughing hysterically by now and I timidly apologized to the black couple behind us.

“I-I am sorry. So sorry. I didn’t mean for my boyfriend to do this to you. Really, he hasn’t done this before!” I said.

The girl looked at me with anger and disguist at what had happened and the girl pulled slimmy wads out her hair and her boyfriend helped her.

“Really, I-I-I am very sorry. Honest!” They quietly mouthed a solemn and angry acceptance to my apology and I said to Jack as I went out the door,

“I’m calling my Mom and don’t even talk to me!” I stormed out as he snickered,

“Yeh, go call your ‘mummy dearest’! Wuss...” he mumbled under his breath.

“Mom, I hate him!” I said in the car, staring out the window angrily with my purse on my lap.

“What happened, dear?” she asked, rather stunned.

“Oh…he threw spit wad at a black couple behind us and I had to apologize! Worst of all, he thought it was harlarious!” I said angrily. Mom glanced even more stunned at me for a moment and then looked back at the road as if nothing happened.

“M-Mom--I…” I studdered seeing her hurt expression. I sighed and looked out the window as my heart sank. We did not talk till I was home again.

“Hey! Kare’!” called Elease as I ran passed her and upstairs.

“Mar’, what’s up with her?” she asked Mom as my mom took a seat in a chair. She had her elbow resting on the arm with hand over her lips, thoughtfully looking away from Elease.

“M-Miz A? Miz Allen?” Elease asked cautiously.

“O-kay,” Elease said to herself, not understanding what happened. She ran upstairs. I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Kare’, what’s up? What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Jack--it’s Jack! I hate him!” I exclaimed, tears running down my face.

“He was being a creep and threw spitwads at a black couple behind us,”

“Did ya’ kiss?” she asked excitedly. I glared at her.

“Sorry. I just wan’ned ta’ cheer ya’ up,” she said quietly.

“No! Elease, he’s--he’s a racist!”

“How do ya’ know?” she asked.

“I know, okay?” I snapped.

“Whoa! Man! Geeze!”

“Elease, no! You don’t understand. My--my father…my father…” I trailed off and I sat up, opening a drawer and taking a photo out. I handed her a black & white photo.

“Oh my gawd! He’s a black man!” she exclaimed.

“That can’t be your fatha’! You-you have medium tanned skin and straight blonde hair…oh my god, you don’t mean you…”

“My mom had my hair permanently bleached and straightened as soon as I got a full head of hair.”

TO BE CONTINUED...

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