Gayle Majors, born in 1952, is the 17-year-old daughter of Brad and Janet Majors—a bright, restless teenager with one foot in her parents’ buttoned-up world and the other reaching toward the wild, colourful promise of the counterculture. Raised in a tidy suburban home where dinner is served at six and rules are rarely questioned, Gayle has begun to feel the seams of that life pulling apart. She’s drawn to bold ideas, new freedoms, and the creative chaos of the outside world—her bedroom walls plastered with clippings of John Lennon, Andy Warhol, Marsha P. Johnson, and Kenny Everett. She listens to pirate radio on her portable tuner late at night, secretly thrilled by the strange new voices and sounds spilling in from beyond her parents’ carefully controlled reality.
Gayle isn’t rebellious for rebellion’s sake—she’s curious, open-hearted, and yearning for something bigger than Tupperware parties and “yes, sir.” She wants to believe the world can be changed, even if she doesn’t yet know how. There’s a quiet spark in her—a dreamer’s spark—and while she still says “yes, Mum” and “yes, Dad” at the dinner table, her mind is elsewhere: in Soho clubs, on the Moon, or marching with people whose names her parents refuse to say.