"I loved you, Eva Farlow, I loved you. And I guess you never loved me..."
About two hours earlier.
"Mother, I have guests!" Martha shouted as she entered the house.
"Well, I told you to call me Roger," the blond man corrected her at once.
He handed a bouquet of flowers to the woman and asked:
Where's Eva? I need to talk to her.
— I take it you're the Roger Taylor?" violet Farlow asked, forcing a smile.
"Yes, I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself." Call me Roger — " the drummer said, embarrassed.
"Eva isn't home right now, she's gone out early this morning. You can wait for her in the living room.
— Take then and this bouquet, it is for eve, the guy handed the flowers mother of the beloved.
"Tea, perhaps?" the woman suggested.
"I wouldn't mind," Roger said, smiling.
A few minutes later the drink was on the table.
"I know what happened between you and my daughter," violet said at once.
Roger looked quite crestfallen.
"Mrs. Farlow, I don't deny the fact that I hurt your daughter, but I love her with all my heart, so I came here to talk!" I don't need others, I get that. Damn it, I fell madly in love! And that night, I was drunk, and that girl, I don't even remember her name, started hitting on me. I don't know what came over me, "Roger said sensuously, gesturing wildly," Mrs. Farlow, can Eva give me a second chance?"
The woman was confused, after such Frank words of the guy, she believed that he speaks sincerely.
Eva's easy. I think she'll forgive after a while. The main thing is not to fall into the same trap again, Mr. Taylor.
The guy smiled, relieved when he talked to eve's mom.
— I think I'll go back to the hotel." Can you call me when Eva gets home? Rog asked.
"Yes, of course.
Taylor wrote his number on a piece of paper and left the house. After the guy rested in his room, he decided to ride around the city.
As he turned into one of the busy streets, he saw eve. She was in the company of some guy.
"Who's that?" "to himself," said the drummer.
But eve's reaction shocked him. The couple climbed into the car and hurried out of sight. Roger, on the other hand, was not far behind, and from time to time an oath escaped his lips.
— Is she crazy?"! Roger shouted as soon as he saw that the speedometer was over a hundred and ten miles an hour. Apparently, Eva strongly decided to escape from the annoying kid, so Roger gave her this opportunity. He pulled over to the side of the road and looked sadly at the clouds of dust that remained from the black Audi. Then his sadness turned to rage, and he began to take out his anger on the steering wheel, beating him with all his strength.
We drove up to a small bar with a sign "The Black Horse" and got out of the car.
— Do you come here often?" I asked Jack.
— Periodically, - guy gallantly missed me forward, by holding the doors.
Once inside, we sat down at one of the empty tables. The atmosphere was normal, as in any other bars — a lot of tobacco smoke, loud music and quite drunk and cheerful people who danced.
- What will you have? a tall, slender waitress addressed us.
"I'll have a whiskey, please," I said.
"I'm driving," he said.
"Come on, let's have a drink." You leave your car here and take a cab home.
Guy wondered.
"Don't be so dull! We haven't seen each other for so long, we need to rest! - I tried to persuade a classmate.
"All right," he smiled, "bring a bottle of whiskey and a snack of Your choice," Jack said to the waitress, who decided to flirt with him without paying any attention to me.
— Immediately, the girl was smiling and wagging her hips, went over the bar.
Jack stared at her. Apparently, the guy already imagined her naked.
— Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked suddenly.
— No. I don't like relationships and prefer only sex with no commitments — with a grin said brown.
I laughed and moved closer to him.
I don't know what came over me. Maybe she wanted to get back at Roger.
An hour later the whisky bottle was empty. Jack tried to hug me, but I tried not to notice.
- Wow,is there karaoke? "drunk enough already," I said.
"Yes, do you want to sing?"
"Naturally!
Hesitantly, I hurried over to the DJ. Since I met Roger, I've studied the entire repertoire of Queen, and I had a lot of favorite songs, especially the ones that the drummer wrote.
— My dear, you please put us on the track "Breakthru"* group "Queen" — I said to the DJ.
He handed me the microphone and a few seconds later a familiar tune began to play.
I used to do vocals, all my friends predicted me a career as a singer, but I gave it up, deciding that so I can not earn a living.
As soon as I started singing, a lot of people crowded around the improvised stage and started dancing. Oddly enough, after drinking alcohol, I hit all the notes.
When I finished singing, I decided to sit down again and have a drink. People didn't want to let me go, but I promised that I would sing again, but later.
As I made my way through the crowd, someone pulled me close.
"Excellent performance," said the velvet voice.
Roger?! "how did you find me?"!
His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me firmly against him. Somehow I didn't want to push him away now. I could stand here with Roger forever, inhaling the scent of expensive perfume mixed with the smell of tobacco.
"I saw a familiar black Audi at the entrance —" he said —
The guy was standing so close to me that I could say nothing. He hugged me tighter, as if he wanted to hide me from everyone.
"Eve, are you coming to me?"
Jack stopped dead beside me as soon as he saw the blond man in his arms.
— Mr. Taylor, - brown hair a bit taken aback. He didn't think I'd be telling the truth about knowing the drummer.
"Come with us," I said, pulling away from Roger and taking his arm, pulling him along.
As soon as we were seated at the table, Roger asked me:
— Would you like to move in with me?
I sat down across from the blond man, along with a classmate.
Jealous? I raised an eyebrow.
"Yes," Roger said confidently, not taking his eyes off Jack.
"Okay," I said, and moved over to the drummer.
"Let's order a drink," I said, gesturing to the waitress.
"Eve, you're already drunk," Roger said.
"Yes, but not enough —" I laughed —
"If it's beer," said the drummer.
I looked at Jack:
"No, and I've got to go," the boy said.
"Well, don't be a bore. Sit still — " I said to my classmate.
"Let him go if he has to," Roger interrupted.
I rolled my eyes. Apparently, Roger wants to be alone. Without a word, Jack left the table and headed for the door. I watched him go sadly, then glared at the drummer.
— What? Let him go — " he said at once.
"I'm listening," the waitress said.
"A glass of beer and whisky, please," I said.
"Hey, you've had enough!" Roger asked.
I put my finger to his lips and said:
- Calm down, mommy, I know its measure.
Roger exhaled and stretched out on the couch behind the Desk. It was useless to argue with me.
Thank you for attention!
The story continues...