2013

I was pushed back and forth in the wavering crowd, who knew the fair could be this popular? People from everywhere had come to see this act, the one where a flashy guy named Jack jumped around. I didn't really care though, I just came to look at the assorted Doodads and other Knickknacks.

Different tents were set up around the field and I wandered in and out if them. Then I saw it, a tent full of rock and roll t-shirts, I sure hope they would have what I was looking for. I am a rock and roll fanatic, I own a record player, I own records and posters-Rolling Stones, Beatles, Kinks, Led Zeppelin. You name it. What I was looking for though, was a shirt with Brian Jones on it.

Brian Jones was the one guy I was sure I loved, oh how I wish I was in the sixties.

Coming back to real life, I looked around and found the shirt I was looking for; Brian was on it, and so was his name. I grabbed it quickly before anybody else even laid eyes on it, walking up to the counter, I triumphantly smacked the shirt on the counter.

"I'll take this one please"

The guy at the small set-up counter turned around and smiled,

"you like Brian Jones?"

"The one and only" I smiled pleasantly and handed him 20 bucks, then asked if I could just change into the shirt in the flimsy change rooms set up beside the rows of awesome shirts. He nodded and pointed over to where they were. After changing and beaming in the mirror at my lucky find, I walked around some more. Suddenly my phone buzzed, a text message.

'Hey? Where R u, r u @ the fair yet?'

My 'friends' were all here, it's to bad that they didn't like the oldies but goodies that I still listened to. I looked at an empty lot that hadn't been taken by a shop vendor as I slipped my phone out of my pocket.

'I'm here, don't worry'

I liked to use proper grammar when I texted, unlike so many other people in this modern world. I put my phone back into my pocket and noticed that the humongous crowd had thinned considerably. "And now the amazing Jumping Jack Flash!" I heard from inside a massive tent that everyone must have disappeared into. I laughed to myself and poked my head in. Everyone was watching the announcer and so I opened my mouth and shouted out a couple of lines from Jumping Jack Flash;

"But it's alllll right now in fact it's a gas

But its allll right

I'm jumping jack flash it's a gas gas gas!"

As I fell silent, everyone turned to gawk at me.

"Next time," I winked, "Actually play the song"

Then I disappeared back to the fair. Jumping Jack Flash is one of the best songs by The Rolling Stones, so why would they name some flimsy circus act after it?

Something was off, I thought to myself as I walked along the line of tents. The vacant space that was there earlier was now occupied by a Fortune Teller. Hm, I frowned, wonder if I should go in? I stuck a hand in my pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill, hopefully this lady or gent wasn't going to charge extra! I passed through the beaded doors and sat down on a cushion. Jingling. Then an old lady appeared from the shadows,

"hello child" She said in a raspy voice that I smiled at, I thought her voice sounded beyond cool.

"Actually, I'm 24" I shook her hand and she smiled again, showing her wrinkles. After we took our hands back, I handed her the five, but she shook her head, "Oh no, you were meant to come here, no pay"

I shrugged and took the crumpled bill back, who wouldn't turn down a free fortune telling? Not this girl!

"I can see-" The fortune teller started and continued on about my life. "That you live alone and that you love music" I nodded and encouraged her on, "You do not have a love interest and seek a male who has already passed" She pressed her lips together in concentration. I sighed and looked down, that much was true, Brian Jones had drowned on July 3 1969, aged 27. "Oh, but this is interesting" I peered over at her, what do you mean; interesting?

"Oh my, it seems-" She stopped and bent down lower to examine the crystal ball. I tried to look as well. I failed.

"It seems that you will meet you true love" My eyes widened. "Tomorrow." My mouth swung open and I gasped, "What?" She looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

"You have not had a love interest in a long time?"

"Never"

I shook my head and sighed again, I was loveless.

"Don't worry my child" She reached over and patted my shoulder.

"He will come, Brian will come" She murmured and I snapped my head back up.

"W-what did you say?"

But she was already standing, shooing me away and saying that there was nothing more to tell. So I stood up and rushed back outside, talk about creepy, how do these fortune tellers know these things? Plus a Brian coming? I may have been mistaken, I was probably mistaken. I shook the uneasy feeling that had been settling in the pit of my stomach and headed off across the street. Enough of this silliness, I need to just get back home and let this blow over.

It may have been my imagination, but when I turned back toward the fair, there was no tent. No Fortune Teller. Wow, I thought as I walked down the street, why the hell am I hallucinating? I didn't do anything, but I guess it makes sense; a fortune teller knowing that much? Na.

I got home to my small London flat, unlocked the door and flopped down onto the small couch. I didn't even bother eating supper, I'd already eaten two hot dogs at that fair.

The fair.

Couldn't get that out of my head, so, I sat there just thinking about it for a while.

Fortune tellers and fairs, haha I'm going crazy, oh well.

I stood up and put on some records while I hummed the tune under my breath. Satisfaction, what a great song by The Rolling Stones. It's to bad that Brian died some 4 years after that song was released. I sniffled a bit and looked at the clock. My God! It's 11:30! I rushed over to the record player and could feel how much it had heated up, it felt like it was going to explode. I slipped the record into its record sleeve and turned off the record player. Trudging up the stairs, I wondered how tomorrow would go, I was supposed to meet my true love, right?

Beep! Beeeep!

Beep! Bee-

"Welcome to Saturday my friends! This is boom 97.3 and we're going to get the day started with some Rolling Stones classics! How about Miss You?"

My eyes cracked open and I listened to Mick's beautiful voice. How could that voice keep going for 50 years? Gee, I was impressed! My stomach growled a bit and I sat up, rubbing my head. Might as well get something to eat.

So, I started walking downstairs, but then I stopped on the last step, someone was eating cereal in my house.

I could hear the pop of the Rice Krispies.

I went back upstairs as quietly as I could and grabbed an old baseball bat before heading back downstairs as silently as I could. I tiptoed down the hall, bat held high and peered into the kitchen. The long blond hair of a guy swished back and forth lightly as he took a spoonful of cereal. I snuck up quietly behind him and bashed him in the head, lightly, just so it would knock him out. He fell down without a word, taking the spoon with him. His hair had gone across his face so I didn't see who it was.

I doubt I'd recognize him anyway.

I knelt down to push the hair from his face and gasped, my jaw hanging open. I had just whacked Brian Jones in the side of the head with a baseball bat!