If truth be told, this journey will not begin on September 16, 2014, actually this pilgrim had begun one day back in 1992, when a very young and very naive introvert discovered her father's The Beatles collections when she was bored (or maybe just lonely) and thrust the cassette inside her walkman. It wasnt an instanteneous love at first song, although it would have been more romantic that way, after all she always believed in destiny and fate of all sort. No, she heard the first song and moved on with another cassette. But the fire I must admit was already sparked somewhere in her heart.
And then although buried along the mountains of cassettes, as she was busy trying to blend in the crowd she heard a familiar song, "... yeah.. yeah... yeah..." and although she wasnt paying attention to anything at all, the song sounded like an echo from a near past. To her surprise, she started to recognize song after song the school band was playing. First it was She Loves You and then Yesterday and then Hey Jude. It wasnt the first time she heard this songs, but because she was so bemused by the fact that somebody would play this songs on a school's foundation day, when she dropped her bag near her bed, she tried looking for those cassettes and listened to them again.
Back on those times, nobody at school understood what being an introvert means so she always tried to hide in the crowd pretending she belonged there. She realized early on that if she nods or smile or say, "of course" at the right time, nobody would noticed shes different. And different she is. She prefers quite moments like this, in her bedroom listening to her walkman and pretending that Paul, George, Ringo and John is there jamming with her. Nobody would actually believe if she bluntly say to her classmates she prefers the people inside her head than those outside. But thats the truth. And so I guess thats how these Fab 4 found their way to her small seemingly unimportant life.
These relationship, as she would refer to eventually, blossomed inside her head but grew in her heart. There was no days that pass that she wouldnt listen or read small tidbits of information she could get from the small cassette covers. She would visit the local newspaper stores where whe found a very expensive song book, and salivate until she saved enough money to afford it. And then she would memorized every lines of every song. From the outside, nobody saw the obssession or so she thought, because she was still relatively good in school. She has close friends she hang with. But she yearned everytime shes away from her favorite group. It was later on she realized that her mom actually caught up with her, when she over heard her talking to her friends saying, "Thank God their dead! Otherwise I bet it would be expensive to see her run all over the place watching concerts after concerts like most of the kids nowadays do." She remember feeling so mad at her mom back then (blame that to hormones!) because of course they are not dead! No, not to her at least. Although she knew John was, she knew and hoped and yearned that she would be able to see them play again together.
And so the years went by. eventually, the obsession died down a bit. The urged to constantly listen to every album everyday wasnt as hard to control as life hits her. College was particularly taxing but she made sure that any new friends she make, knew her first love would always be The Beatles. The realistic side of her, yes the one who always didnt get what she wanted in life, the one who suffered a lot of blows either from lifes joke or her own folly, over powered her romantic side who always wished to travel and see Liverpool and London knowing that of course Pennylane had been walked over by so many people, still believed that somehow this will connect to the four people who unknowingly helped her get through the darkest time of her childhood.
If these two people would actually meet, the realistic one and the romantic one, i bet the later would be laughing and pointing at the first and would say, "See! I told you! This day would come." and the first would reply, "I never wanted you to be wrong. Because I too dreamt of this day."
And so the journey will begin. And you, whoever you are, will witness the unveiling of the old almost forgotten dream of a young very naive girl who are scared of who she was but embraced the music of the legendary The Beatles.
