Queen of the Highway

“Ah, of course, looking for records” She laughed. “Don’t mind me. I’m off of my head these days.”

‘‘Is that how you receive your favorite twin brother.’‘ He gasped after saying that in a fake dramatically offended tone. ‘‘How rude of you, Macarena.’‘ He hummed shaking his head and adjusting his dark green suede floppy hat as he walked towards the black-haired muse and smirked at her.

“You’re here!” She pulled back and looked at him, smiling. “Oh my god, you’re here!”

“You’re telling me that you know or heard about Aleister Crowley but not Keith Richards?” He asked in a sarcastically soft and slightly surprised tone as he lighted his cigarette with his silver with turquoise stones lighter and chuckled after his question.

He lifted an eyebrow when he heard her mocking his voice and laughed silently. Of course she was the one and only Miss Polytheme Pam aka the only person who can do the most impecable and funniest impersonations of him (even before MJ). The scrawny shaggy-haired boy looked at her and smiled. ‘’My dearest sorella.’’ he said in his signature smooth tone as he moved his head to a side and walked towards her. ‘’I missed you too, what brings you here?’’ 

Once the 60s were gone it looked like the fun such things like cheap drugs, accessible gigs and unstopable backstage parties brought was slowly washing away. He wondered why in his wandering mind, maybe it must be because he’s been so used to this urban jungle already. ‘’Does Ozzy still bites the head of those poor batsies?’’ he asked in a serious way as he took a drag of his cigarette.

“As far as I’m concerned I don’t think he keeps doing it…”

His mind went back to those years where he lived in San Francisco..one of the craddles of that era, he remembered those days where he’d hang around with big names like Grace Slick, Brian Jones, Janis Joplin and Jerry García. Those days are never coming back sadly. He went back to earth as he kept listening to her and nodding ‘’Far out. Where are you studying at?’’ he asked her.

“Brown,” Pam responded, grinning. Everyone knew how much she wanted to go to a Ivy League and become an anthropologist after she finished school. It was one of the things she wanted the most besides music. “in Rhode Island. At least we're going to be in the same coast,” the girl laughed.

“You’re telling me that you know or heard about Aleister Crowley but not Keith Richards?” He asked in a sarcastically soft and slightly surprised tone as he lighted his cigarette with his silver with turquoise stones lighter and chuckled after his question.

He lifted an eyebrow when he heard her mocking his voice and laughed silently. Of course she was the one and only Miss Polytheme Pam aka the only person who can do the most impecable and funniest impersonations of him (even before MJ). The scrawny shaggy-haired boy looked at her and smiled. ‘’My dearest sorella.’’ he said in his signature smooth tone as he moved his head to a side and walked towards her. ‘’I missed you too, what brings you here?’’ 

Once the 60s were gone it looked like the fun such things like cheap drugs, accessible gigs and unstopable backstage parties brought was slowly washing away. He wondered why in his wandering mind, maybe it must be because he’s been so used to this urban jungle already. ‘’Does Ozzy still bites the head of those poor batsies?’’ he asked in a serious way as he took a drag of his cigarette.

“As far as I'm concerned I don't think he keeps doing it...”

“Ah, of course, looking for records” She laughed. “Don’t mind me. I’m off of my head these days.”

‘‘Is that how you receive your favorite twin brother.’‘ He gasped after saying that in a fake dramatically offended tone. ‘‘How rude of you, Macarena.’‘ He hummed shaking his head and adjusting his dark green suede floppy hat as he walked towards the black-haired muse and smirked at her.

“You're here!” She pulled back and looked at him, smiling. “Oh my god, you're here!”

“You’re telling me that you know or heard about Aleister Crowley but not Keith Richards?” He asked in a sarcastically soft and slightly surprised tone as he lighted his cigarette with his silver with turquoise stones lighter and chuckled after his question.

He lifted an eyebrow when he heard her mocking his voice and laughed silently. Of course she was the one and only Miss Polytheme Pam aka the only person who can do the most impecable and funniest impersonations of him (even before MJ). The scrawny shaggy-haired boy looked at her and smiled. ‘’My dearest sorella.’’ he said in his signature smooth tone as he moved his head to a side and walked towards her. ‘’I missed you too, what brings you here?’’ 

“You’re telling me that you know or heard about Aleister Crowley but not Keith Richards?” He asked in a sarcastically soft and slightly surprised tone as he lighted his cigarette with his silver with turquoise stones lighter and chuckled after his question.

“Just over there,” he told her, gesturing to the massive compound stretched out before them, “don’t worry, the guard towers aren’t armed and the place is empty.”

“It really is empty.”

“I don’t know…” She answered, looking calm. “Around four o’clock, maybe?” The black haired girl shrugged and kept eyeing him. God, he looked so british it was impossible to mistake him for a californian native. “Got something to do?” 

“Go and tell them, I will go inside with you.”

“Sometimes, I…no, I always have thought you’re too much for him,” Pam shrugged. “Any girl is too much for a rockstar. You know how they are.”

‘‘Let’s focus on going to enjoy the music. If they want us to join and let the old times roll again they’ll make it clear, but as long as we hear them playing it should be fine. Ah they’ll definitely know us, well if they invite us i’ll be more than glad to see them and catch up with the news and stuff. How about you?’‘ They were almost arriving to their destination, Mary gasped when she looked the massive and huge crowd on the place through the window. ‘‘Holly shit this is gonna be a big deal!’‘ she looked at her friend waggling her eyebrows.

“Ah, of course, looking for records” She laughed. “Don’t mind me. I’m off of my head these days.”

“You nearly had me fooled for a moment, there,” the blonde spoke with a voice as soft and light as his appearance, a grin tugging on the corners of his mouth before lowering his head to focus on the blues section he had his eyes on from the moment he had initially walked into the store. Nimble fingers flipped through familiar names and faces as well as few he hadn’t heard of but lacked an interest to get into. He didn’t have a recognisable face to Stones fans just yet considering he was the new guy–the replacement for the recently deceased Brian Jones–and could afford to stroll about at his leisure though his accent often gave it away that he wasn’t from around those parts.

(or parental figure, if they don’t have parents)

“Between the first leg and the second leg of the 1977 North American tour we had a two and a half week break. I decided to break up my trip back to England with a visit to Cairo. This was the first of what was to be a succession of intense visits to the pyramids of Giza and the Sphynx.”

❝I think you’ll enjoy it. You’ve worked hard for something like this.❞

“Would you like to go there with me?” When she asked that she looked at him, searching for his eyes. Sharing that trip with him would make it even more perfect.