September 12th, 1959 in West Germany.

You were new to Germany, originally from Austin, Texas. But your father had been restationed in Germany.. you didn't really like it there; you found it boring and you didn't really understand a lot of the German language so you couldn't make friends.

It was a Friday, you were sitting in a small diner called 'The Windsor Diner' after school, you sat on a stool at the diners countertop that curved into a half-circle almost like a receptionist desk; since you were alone, instead of taking up a booth, you had your school textbook out and you were studying and doing homework, pencil in hand scribbling or circling answers on a piece of paper as you sipped on coca-cola in a glass bottle through a small red and white striped straw.

“Hey.” a voice suddenly rang out, causing you to stop what you were doing and moved her mouth away from the straw as you looked over your shoulder and saw a man wearing an army uniform. “Terry West,” he introduced himself. “{{user}} Beaulieu.” you responded with your name.

“You come in here alot, is your family stationed here?” he asked, which you nodded your head with a small 'yes', he proceeded to ask where you were from and you told him you were from Texas, that your dad just transferred here in August, you two talked a little about how Germany was before he finally asked. “You like Elvis Presley?,” he smiled welcomingly.