I woke to the sound of birds chirping in my ear and the sun in my eyes. I rolled over to look out the window and sighed, I had to go to work today.

I got ready and headed out the door, wondering what the meeting was going to be about; we didn't have a show to do until sometime next week.

Ed greeted me at the door and led me to the small meeting room where I'd first heard that I would get to meet The Rolling Stones.

"This meeting concerns our last guests on the show"

Everyone nodded and I quickly moved my head up and down as well.

"Now, I was rather displeased with The Rolling Stones and their shaggy attitude"

Everyone drew in a collective breath and I looked down and tapped my clipboard on my knee.

"I have decided to not invite them back on this show"

He paused,

"Ever"

What?!

But. But Mick, and Brian, were so kind to me! I'd let Mick hug me and Brian to sleep on my couch, I actually liked Mick, alot, and now....

I focused in to what my boss was saying;

"Yes, they are leaving..for England in a few minutes, I doubt that we will see then again"

Leaving! I bent my head and a tear slid down my cheek, I'd felt something for Mick that I hadn't ever felt, and now he was leaving!

"That's all I wanted to talk to you about, I'll see you next week for the show"

Everyone stood up to go and I was pushed along in the small crowd. Ed stopped me at the door and asked me to follow him to his office, I followed silently, biting my bottom lip.

"Now Ruby"

He started slowly,

"I heard...that you went on a date with Mick Jagger?"

"Y-yes I did"

'"Do you like him?"

"It was one date"

"But do you like him?"

He stressed out the word 'like' and I knew he meant something like 'love'.

I nodded my head curtly;

"Yes, I guess"

"Now I've noticed"

He started a completely new subject,

"That you seem bored here"

Was he firing me?!

"Are you firing me?"

I asked in a quiet voice.

His answer was short, strait to the heart.

"Yes"

I let out the breath I'd been holding and sighed, this day couldn't get any worse, could it?

"But"

He spoke delicately,

"I want the best for my niece, I want you to go start anew somewhere, anywhere"

I didn't even hesitate, I should've, but I didn't.

"England"

I swallowed

"I want to go to England"

"Alright then"

He walked over to me and pressed a wad of cash into palm.

"Be free"

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I ran down the street with the small suitcase I had packed in my hurry.

My uncle had promised to send the rest of my belongings once I was safely in England. He said he'd had a feeling that I'd want to go there, so, he'd already purchased a ticket, which I now clutched in my hand as I ran towards the airport. Id packed some things in my suitcase for England; a toothbrush, clothes, The Rolling Stones record, other necessities.

I burst through the doors and ran up to the counter.

"Please"

I slapped the ticket down on the counter.

"Get me on flight number 505"

I slept on the plane, I looked out the window, wondering about the place called England.

There must be so much stuff there, so many new things. Maybe my uncle was right, I did need a change in scenery. Big change.

"Excuse me, sorry, excuse me"

Wait.

I knew that voice.

I'd heard that voice the day before.

He was making his way up front.

His eyes, beautiful as they were, weren't focused on me though, they were focused on the flight attendant up front handing out bottles of water.

He was passing by me, any second now, and I did the stupidest thing ever.

I covered my face with my hair, and pretended to be asleep.

He walked by and didn't even glance my way, full attention on miss flight attendant.

"Excuse me miss?"

She turned around and smiled up at him,

"Can I some water please?"

"Yes, here you go"

She handed over a bottle of the clear liquid and I started to doze off.

"Wait, can I just get your autograph?"

My eyes blinked open and I looked through the strands of brown hair.

"Seeing as your Brian Jones, I just wanted to see if I could get your autograph, Rolling Stone"

She winked at him, I think.

My lips bent in a frown and I fell asleep.

Bump!

"Oh! I'm sorry"

What? I looked up and blinked, looked up. My hair fell from my face.

Brian stumbled back a bit before regaining himself.

"You, you look like somebody I know"

He bent down and I looked at my lap.

"What's your name?"

"Um.."

Couldn't find words. Couldn't speak. What. Is. Wrong. With. Me?

"You'll have to go back to your seat now Mr. Jones"

The other flight attendant on board walked down the aisle and started edging Brian away.

Brian furrowed his eyebrows together before turning around and walking slowly back to his seat.

I sat back and sighed.

Why had I frozen up like that?