I woke up today expecting a normal day, and I got quite the opposite. The alarm on my clock rang and I just lay there, thinking about life. It was the 12th of July, 1962 and I had just enough money to go to the Marquee Club tonight. I decided to get up, the shop wasn't going to run itself. I ran a little record store just below my small apartment. When I got down the stairs, I saw a young man, around my age or so, with short blond hair waiting outside the store with two other men, one black haired and the other, a brunette. Flicking on the lights and opening the doors, I hurried behind the counter-maybe this trio would buy some records: an early sale!

The trio didn't seem to notice the store was open though, so I got a cloth from a nearby counter and casually walked up to right where they were standing. As I started wiping the glass, the blond one took notice and said something that I think was "see? I told you it was open".

Hmm weird, maybe somebody had recommended my store seeing as it wasn't very popular-it was a street down from Edith Grove. I walked back toward the desk and put on one of my favorite records-Muddy Waters, just as the three young men entered the shop.

Two of them, the brunette and the black haired, shuffled away into the corner where they began picking up records and examining them. The blond one ,however, knew right where he was going. He walked all the way to where I keep my favorite records on a shelf with a Not For Sale sign. "Excuse me, miss?" I turned my head "yes?" "Why aren't these records for sale? These are some of my most favorite" I walked over to stand beside him. "Well...I like to keep them out just in case I decide to play them later, this is my record collection" I hesitate before adding "You can find them over there if you would like to buy one" then I point over to where the brunette and the black haired one had gone. "Thanks, ill just head over there than" and then he trundled off to where the others were

Only the brunette ended up buying a record, but as he was paying the blond one said "I hope you'll be coming to see us tonight" They didn't look like musicians though. "Oh really? Where might you be playing then?" "We'll be playing at the Marquee tonight, we're The Rollin' Stones" and with that they were gone. And I knew I was going to The Marquee Club, tonight, no doubts. Not much business other than the three young men so all I had to do was wait in anticipation. The blond one was quite handsome, maybe he was the singer, maybe guitar. When closing time finally came 'round, I shut the doors and headed off towards the Marquee. As I got there, there was excitement about a new group playing tonight for the first time. Billed as The Rollin' Stones, after the Muddy Waters song, I was eager to see if the blond one had been telling the truth. When I got in, I ordered some water and sat at a table in front of the stage. As they walked out on stage, I saw that it was true, he had been telling the truth, here were The Rollin' Stones. First the singer came onstage and introduced himself as Mick Jagger, he was the shaggy haired brunette I'd seen earlier, next his black haired buddy came onstage announcing that he was Keith Richards. Next, the blond one said his name "Hello, I'm Elmo Lewis". Next the other three introduced themselves but I wasn't really listening because it was Elmo Lewis that was holding my attention.

When they started to play, I decided that I quite liked there sound, they had a singer with a lovely voice and Elmo Lewis played a mean slide guitar. After there set was over I wandered around and asked some people if The Rollin' Stones had released any records yet. "Did you like our set?" What was that? I turned around and there he was, Elmo Lewis. I smiled, "yes I did, it was very lovely" "That's good, I'm glad" Now he smiled. "Would you like a drink, Elmo?" Nice question, I got to think up some better ones... "Oh! Me names not really Elmo Lewis, pleased to meet you, my names Brian Jones" he smiled and we shook hands "My names Katie then" I said politely.