Author's note: I haven't post anything for a month. I'm really sorry guys, I've been really busy these days. So I'm posting a longer chapter for you, maybe it's worth it (I hope you don't get bored) Plus I don't think I will be able to post in January, I'm going to stay the whole month in United States.

I probably wrote a few things wrong, as I'm brazilian and I had to write this chapter really fast, so please, tell me if I did, it would be really helpful.

Today, October 20th 1961 is my 18th birthday. I was getting ready to go out with the boys. They were going to arrive in about 30 minutes.

I was wearing a black warm dress - It's still cold - which has a white collar. I made a beehive in my hair - which is becoming increasingly popular with the girls here - and patted my bangs, trying to make it looks better, because it grew too fast and I could barely see my eyes in the mirror.

When I finished my makeup, I got some of my favorite fragrance and went downstairs.

-Where are you going? - My father asked me. He was sitting on the sofa, next to my mother, reading the news, while she would knit a scarf because of the cold weather. - Aren't you going to cut the cake?

-Maybe later. I'm going out with some friends.

-Who allowed this?

-It's OK. - Mom intruded - She told me.

-I never see you going out with friends. - Dad said pushing his glasses closer to his eyes - Who are they? Are they from college?

-No. I saw Keith and Michael from Primary three days ago. They are so nice!

-When did you start to walk with boys?

-George! - Mom intruded again - She is 18 now.

-This is no reason for a daughter of mine walk around with two boys. What will the neighbors think?

-We are not going to 'walk around' dad. We are going to the Carousel Club.

-Is it one of those music clubs? That is no good place for you. Moreover, you are listening too much to this crap they call music, Rock N' Roll.

-Only because you don't understand something it doesn't mean it's wrong.

-There's nothing to understand about that noise.

The doorbell rang.

-I answer. - He insisted.

-Good evening, Mr. Parker. - Keith said a little surpised to see my father - Is Jane at home? We are going out today and...

-She told me. Where is the other one?

-Michael is in the car. - Dad looked behind Keith's shoulder and saw a car parked right there, with Michael in the driver's seat, who smiled and waved his hand.

-It's a beautiful car.

He called me.

-Listen - he looked at me with authority - I want you back home at ten.

Keith and I nodded and walked to the car. Michael immediately got out of the vehicle and opened the door in the back so I could get in.

-Good Evening, Lady Jane. - He said with a smile on his face.

I blushed. I just smiled and got in.

The route was very quiet. Keith and Michael talked about one or two topics but the Carousel was not far so we arrived very soon.

-Welcome to Carousel! - Michael said while he parked the car.

We got in. The place was full of people and smelled like a mix of cigarrette and tutti frutti. A unknown band was playing while the 'audience' smoked and ate hamburguers or ice cream, and a group of people danced in the corner.

-James! - Michael called a waiter.

-Michael! Welcome back! Who are your friends?

-These are Keith and Jane. It's her birthday today so I decided to bring them here. They never came to Carousel before.

-The meal is free for the birthday girl then - he laughed.

-The place is crowded today. I wonder if you could get a table for us? Preferably near the stage...

-Of course! Everything for one of our best customers!

James went to a room and returned with the table and told us to wait while he got the chairs.

It didn't take too long until he return again with our seats. He put it all in front of the stage and handed us the menu.

-The usual, Michael?

-The usual.

-What is 'the usual'? - I asked.

-What I always order. Double sundae and fries.

-The usual for me too - Keith said raising his eyebrows.

-Three, then.

The place was really amazing. The decoration was different from the others from the restaurants I usually go. There were lights behind the stage, plus the letters and posters with pictures of ice creams and other fastfoods. "Homemade Icecream"; "Get your kicks; Get some chips."...

We three talked about different topics. It's amazing how we get along. It did not seem that we had spent six years apart.

We debated about music, complained about parents and their rules - and rules in general - and talked about our plans for the future. Michael's were the most ambicious.

I didn't know exactly what I wanted. I intended to write some books, a hit for someone, with luck. Keith didn't also plan anything that was objective somehow. He hoped to play guitar in a band, earn enough to survive, share an apartment or something and maybe compose, even though he never really tried it before.

But Michael, he wanted to end college and grow financially, becoming someone successful and dedicated. He intended to achieve this by the journalism or politics, what sounded funny coming from him.

-Three double sundays and three french fries servings - James said as he placed the food on the table.

We thanked him and started to eat.

-Don't you want to dance? - Michael asked us, biting a french fry.

-No. I don't dance.

-I won't do it, sorry - Keith said after me.

-You two are so boring - Michael said rolling his eyes.

The band that was playing got off the stage and another one started to get ready.

We finished eating but stayed there. The hours passed by, I don't know exactly how many. We had so many things to tell each other, so many news, and it looked like we were never going to get close to tell half of it.

-May we have the bill? - Michael asked James.

My part was free as I'm the 'birthday girl' and the boys paid the rest.

We were walking to get the car, in silence, when Michael said:

-Do you want to dance now?

-Here... In the Car Park?

-Yeah, we can still hear the music. - He said while he passed his fingers through his hair and looked down to his feet - And plus we are alone now, if shyness was a problem.

-It was but... If you forgot, we aren't good dancers - Keith said.

-I can teach you - he smiled - Keith?

Keith walked to Mike and I sat down to watch.

The song that was playing was 'I love you' by Cliff Richard and The Shadows. It wasn't what they call a slow song but it was obviously romantic what made the moment even more embarrassing.

-I'm not the best dancer - Michael said as he shyly ran his hands on Keith's waist - but I try.

With his hands around Keith, Michael asked him to to put his hands behind his neck, and he did it. They were laughing and so was I.

-Why are you the one that has to lead the dance? - Keith asked as he laughs.

-I'm just showing how to do it!

It was really funny to see them dancing, with their hands around each other, under the moonlight, like a real couple.

They kept dancing this way until Mike says it was Keith's turn to lead the dance.

Keith made many mistakes and we laughed a lot. When the song ended, Michael asked him to sit down.

I got up and walked to him. He held my hand and pulled me close to him. Then he held my waist so our bodies got even closer. He got close to my ear and whispered:

-I'll lead. Just follow me.

The music playing was Are You Lonesome Tonight by Elvis. I wrapped my arms around him and placed my hands behind his neck. He was staring at me and I could appreciate his blue eyes again. His lips were so... Fleshy. The biggest I ever saw to be honest.

I could feel the colour in my cheeks and my heart beating faster. I asked myself if Keith could be wondering if there was something between me and Michael. I mean maybe as Keith and Mike looked like a couple while they were dancing, he could have the same impression of Michael and I this moment. And after what happened in the kitchen...

When it ended, it started to play another one by Elvis: Baby Let's Play House. Keith got up and smiled. He told us before how he loved that song.

We started to sing - and with sing i mean shout the lyrics - and dance, there, in the car park.

But Michael was different. The way he dances... I never saw something like that. It was like the music turned something on inside of him.

...

We danced and laughed until I remembered I had to get home on time. No one had a watch. If I arrived late, things would get even worse with my father.

The door was locked.

I rang the doorbell and dad opened the door. His face wasn't the best.

-Hi dad.

-You're late. It's 11:15.

-We didn't have a watch and...

-I thought we had agreed at ten.

-It's our fault, Mr. Parker - Keith said - we knew you wanted her at home on time so we should have brought her before.

-Good Night, boys! - Mom intruded as always.

-Good Night!

-It's too cold outside. Don't you want to get in? We are going to cut the cake.

-We don't want to bother you. - Mike said.

-Bother us? We weren't going to eat the whole cake anyway! - she laughed.

They got in and my dad stayed mad.

Mom placed the cake on the table. Michael and Keith helped her getting the plates and cutlery, and I got the glasses and the juice jar.

After we sing the birthday song, we sat around the table. Mom wanted everyone to taste her cake, so she put a very generous slice in each plate. While we were getting served with juice, she asked:

-So... You studied together?

-Yeah - Michael answered - i don't know if you know my mom... Eva Scutts?

-Of course! She used to cut my hair and Jane's! She is a very nice woman.

-Is Joe Jagger your father? - Dad asked him.

-Yes.

Dad smiled. He probably knew about Michael's father and how successful he was. After I changed school, he grew a lot professionally, becoming one of the most important health specialists in the country.

Keith looked down. He also knew about his money and success and looked ashamed of his situation. I tried to change the topic, saying that the cake was tasty. Everyone agreed but then dad started to talk again:

-I met him a couple years ago. A quick talk. He is very dedicated, I could see. Do you want to pursue his career?

-No. I'm studying economics. - dad smiled.

-Economics? That's great! - he realized that Keith was quiet - And you, Keith? What do you study?

-Arts. - he answered, shamefaced.

-Oh. Nice.

-We had a lot of fun tonight - I tried to change the topic again.

-What did you do? - mom asked us.

-We danced, we talked, we ate... - Mike said - Two bands played today. They were really good.

-So you two like rock n' roll? - Dad asked.

-Yes. And blues. - Keith answered.

-Blues? I must admit I thought my daughter was the only one here that listened to the black music. I don't know any other young white British that listens to it.

-I know three. - Mike said - They are from my band.

-Band? - Dad looked a little disappointed but still happy because of his father and studies - so what do you play?

-In the band I just sing, but i play some guitar too.

- And you Keith? Do you play something or?

-I play guitar. Oh, and sax. But I don't have a band.

We all had finished eating already, and it was late so the boys had to go.

-I almost forgot - Mike said when he got up - My shirt.

-Oh - I blushed. My parents were there - of course, it's upstairs, I'm going to get it.

What would my parents think?

-Here - I gave him the shirt.

-Thanks.

I opened the door.

-Thank you so much for today. I really enjoyed it. - Keith said.

-What? If it wasn't you two, I would have stayed my birthday at home, as always.

-You don't have to thank us. - Michael smiled - Tell your mother the cake was delicious.

-I will.

-Oh! Don't you two want to come with me to the Carousel tomorrow again? As I said, I go there every Saturday morning with my friends.

-Of course!

We agreed that Mike and his two other friends were going together in his car, as they lived close to each other, and Keith, Dick and I were going by taxi.

They gave me a hug and got in Michael's car.

-What were you doing with the guy's shirt? - dad asked when I closed the door.

-Long story. I think I should go sleep.

Author's note: Here's the set for this chapter: (adding later)

(remember Jane has bangs haha)