“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Kim said, looking around with wide eyes and a goofy smile. People, many with faces wearing the same goofy smile, streamed passed them and onto the sloped field that led down to the stage.
“So you’ve said, a lot,” Tiffany answered.
“My parents are going to kill me.”
“You’ve said that too. Stop worrying about the future and focus on right now. Right now we gotta find a place to settle.” They joined the procession onto the field and moved across many blankets and past folding chairs and their occupants. They were early – even the stage hadn’t been finished yet – and technically, they didn’t have tickets, but their ride, Tiffany’s brother George (who dropped them off about three miles from the farm where the Aquarian festival would be happening), said that the show was now free and that he’d catch up with them at the concessions area as soon as he found a place to park. From the number of people already at the site, parking could take hours.
“Hey there pretty girls, you can sit with us.” Tiffany looked over at the speaker, a white guy with long, stringy brown hair, a scraggly beard, shirtless and slightly smelly. He waved and his buddy, also skinny, white, and shirtless, smiled, showing a lack of teeth. They had a six pack of cheap beer and bong tucked between their folding chairs. Tiffany glanced at Kim, who gave a slight shake of her head.
“Thanks man, but we’re looking for my brother. Catch ya later maybe.”
“Have fun,” Kim added as they moved away as quickly yet casually as possible.
“Come on back if you can’t find him,” the toothless guy called after them.
“Come on,” Kim said, “Let’s try more to the right.”
So I re-watched the American Experience documentary on Woodstock and realized that my young hippie girls were not very hippie-ish. However, I guess that could work because that would be a built-in character arch from Uptight to Hippie. More research needed, but also, Pongo, just write the story.