I sat in the middle of my room, changing records. I played my guitar while putting on a Chuck Berry record.
My boyfriend Peter, came up behind me.
" good morning " he says and wraps and arm around me.
" good morning" I smile and kiss his cheek.
He smiles and kisses my head.
" I see what you've been doing all morning" he says and sits next to me. Taking the cig out of my mouth, taking a drag.
I laugh and continue to strum.
" so are you ready for tonight?" He asks
Tonight I was gonna perform! At the ol'Pub!
I was and still am happy! My band and I, are gonna jam!
We only made one song, the rest were just covers. This was the start of something new!
" Absolutely!" I say, putting the guitar down and jump up and down.
He smiled at me.
" good, you deserve it" he says and gives me a quick kiss. Tasting all the smoke he had on his lips.
He left the room and went to the kitchen.
I went to my calendar, marking an X on today's date.
" March 1st, 1966 , today's the day!" I whisper and smile.
I head to the kitchen only to find Peter drinking from the milk carton.
" Peter ! You can't do that !" I say and run over to him, trying to stop him.
" no! I don't want your nasty germs in my milk!" I say.
" but what about all those nights of making out! Huh?"
I started hitting him on the shoulder.
" ow! Okay I'll stop, damn" he sighed. Eyeing me and the milk. He finally grabbed a cup and poured him some.
" so damn conventional " he uttered.
" I'm not conventional! I don't want your bacteria in my milk" I say and fix me some tea.
" well it's not your milk " he argues, giving me a matter of fact look.
" then who's is it?" I ask
" it's the milk.... Of this...house" he argues.
I let the teapot warm and sit opposite to Peter.
" well it's not even your house " I say matter of factly.
" yes, but it's also my sisters house and I sleep here most of the time, which makes it half of my house" he smiles evilly.
Then he shrugged as if to say 'that's so logical' and took his cup again. Apparently, from his point of view, the case was closed.
I rolled my eyes and I went to the teapot.
" oh you love me" he laughs.
The kitchen was connected to the living room making it easier for me to see him.
I turn around and shrug.
" I don't knowwww" I sigh.
Before he could say anything, His sister Lizzy, came down.
" what are you two arguing over now?" She yawns.
" good morning to you sis" he said to his sleepy lookin sister.
" and we aren't arguing, I was just simply making a point." He says.
She walks up next to me,
" what did he do this time " she asks.
Taking the teapot and pouring her some tea.
I smiled while he rolled his eyes.
" he was drinking straight out of the milk carton" I say.
" oh he's always done that" she laughs.
" but it is gross" she adds, causing him to look at her.
" My bacteria in the milk! Such sacrilege!" He says acting surprised.
We both rolled our eyes this time.
" well girly ! I hope your ready for today! What time you supposed to be at the pub?" She ask me.
" around five or six, but that's just to set up" I say.
" I'll be there with you" she nods and lights a cig.
" your gonna do just fine"

I spent the rest of the day getting ready and grabbing my instruments, going over our songs, etc.
My band mate John said we'd be tuning there.
Soon it was 5:30. The van came and I got in to find my two other band mates, John and Nick.
" I'll see you there" Peter said and kissed me quick. I nodded and smiled. He smiled and we waved each other goodbye.
" we gotta pick up George and we're off!" John smiled.
We drove up to George's house and I rolled down my window.
" hurry up George or were gonna leave your ass!" I yelled and laughed. He rolled his eyes and kissed his girlfriend, Emily, goodbye.
" you just can't wait, can you " George laughed getting in. We all sung on the way there.
We were all extremely happy, our first gig!
Soon we were at the pub and began to set up. People were all ready there and I could tell John was nervous.
" hey it's gonna be fine " I smile and pat his back.
" yeah, after all the Beatles do it " he chuckles.
I smile and help Nick with his drums.
I go back to grab my guitar, as I was getting it, the string broke!
" son of a bitch!" I sigh loudly.
I sit down and try my best to work at it only to be met with anger.
" need help?" I hear a voice say.
I look up to see the most attractive man ever. I knew him, he was one of my favorite guitarist of right now. I was shocked by how attractive he looks in person. He smiled at me and sat beside me. I gulped and said,
" uh yes.. Yes please... Mr. Richards"