"I loved you, Eva Farlow, I loved you. And I guess you never loved me..."
A few hours later we were in London. The drummer parked his car outside a restaurant and said:
"Let's go eat, I'm hungry."
— Certainly. Except I don't think my clothes are for the restaurant, " I said, looking at my already stretched dark t —shirt and denim shorts.
Roger looked me in the eye and answered:
— You always look great, even in rags, my dear.
We went into a chic restaurant of European cuisine, I had never been in such, and sat down at the nearest table, which was served for two. Blond gallantly helped me to sit down at the table, and after sat contrary.
A tall, thin waiter greeted us and handed us two menus.
- What will you have? Rog asked, skimming the list of dishes.
- I don't know, it's so expensive.
Blond giggled and responded:
— It's not bragging, but I can pay for any meal here." Yes that dish?! I can buy a whole restaurant!
I was shocked. She knew Roger had a lot of money, but not that much?
"I'll have the same as you," I said, setting the menu aside.
"All right," Roger said to the waiter, " we'll have two marbled beef steaks, a medium roast, and a bottle of some good wine."
The waiter wrote down the order and left. The blond man took my hand and said:
"Eve, I've been thinking about it, and I've decided we need to live together.
I rolled my eyes:
"I can't do that, honey. Emma and I share that apartment in SOHO, I don't want to leave her alone.
— She's a big girl, let her live alone, and builds his personal life. And you'll always be with me, Rosalie and I have a big house, you won't want for anything, " Roger said, batting his eyelashes quickly.
— I'll think about it, but it's just that we don't know each other very well, and you're already asking me to move in together." What would people think? And what will your sister say!
"I don't give a damn what people think," Roger said emotionally, " but you don't have to worry about your sister, she's very nice to you."
"All right, I'll think about it.
"Think fast. The drummer smiled and kissed my hand.
- So you're together now? Emma asked me as soon as I left my room.
"Good morning to you, too," I said, stretching.
"Well?" Will you answer me?"
A friend stood and made Breakfast. Sometimes, she was perishing very curious, and I not loved tell about his personal life even it.
— What are you cooking?" I asked, leaning against the kitchen table, ignoring her question.
Emma turned to face me and said in a disgusted tone:
"You won't have Breakfast until you answer me." I'll eat it myself."
I laughed and sat down on the couch.
Yeah, we're together now, but decided to answer me. Just Emma would tire me out with his constant questions.
"Oh, well, I congratulate you," she answered, smiling — " and what has happened in Norwich that you have come back together?" You said you wouldn't forgive him.…
I interrupted Emma in mid-sentence:
— We decided that that situation as if and wasn't. From now on, everything will be different. Roger loves me, I'm sure.
Yeah, yeah. Let's see how long his love lasts — "Emma began to grumble —" mark my words, he'll keep on screwing up, you won't fix him."
I decided not to say anything to her; how could she know what Roger was like? I'm his favorite girl, and I'm sure we'll be fine.
"Come on, sit down, Breakfast's ready."
Roger Taylor was driving up to the Studio. The mood was upbeat, and perhaps nothing could spoil it.
"Hey, guys," he said as soon as he was inside, " Sorry I'm late."
Again, Rog. We're always waiting for you, " Brian muttered, quietly strumming his guitar.
"Blondie, are you in a good mood?" Fred smiled, sitting cross-legged in his chair.
"Where's Tim?" said Roger, making a funny face.
"Out for a beer or we'd be bored to death," the guitarist said.
Just then the red-haired guy appeared in the doorway with a huge bag in his hand, in which glass bottles rattled.
— Is our prodigal Queen back, or am I hallucinating?" - laughing, began to speak bass-guitarist.
"What do you want, rusty?" "come on," Roger said, " move your ass!" Have to go!
"I guess I should stop with the coke, because I'm starting to hear the impossible!" Yes, it's definitely hallucinations! Tim retorted.
The boys laughed, and Roger scowled at the bass player.
In this moment in Studio went Brock, the Manager groups. He tossed his briefcase on the table and turned to Roger.:
"Showed up?" Finally! Why did you leave town and not warn me? Now the guys are rehearsing day and night just because of the new tour! Brock shouted in rage.
- Wait, what tour? Roger asked anxiously.
"We have a tour of America in a few days," Brian said with his usual calm.
— Why am I only finding out now?" the drummer shouted.
— And because you need to attend the rehearsals! Tim said.
Many scandals occurred due to the fact that Taylor often did not come to rehearsals, or simply left them, with another fit of rage. The guy was easily annoyed, the guys was already used to it and didn't want to kick Roger out of the band because he was not only professional, but almost a brother to everyone.
— How long is the tour? Roger asked, lighting a cigarette.
"A month, dear," said Freddy.
- Well cool at all! Does that mean I'm spending my birthday in America? Wonderful! What would I say to eve? - anger of a blond grew very quickly.
"Well, Roger, that's your problem. I warned you! God forbid, you miss even one more rehearsal, then blame yourself! Brock said, and went out the door, slamming it.
There was silence.
"Who's Eva?" — suddenly asked the singer came to Roger — another girl for a week?
Roger looked his friend squarely in the eye and replied:
"Don't be ridiculous. This is the love of my life, there are no more girls like that.
All the guys laughed.
"I can't believe you're going to have a chick for life, Rog." Who are you kidding? Tim asked.
The drummer threw a bottle of water at him from the table beside him.
— Is it that serious?" the guitarist asked quietly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"More than enough," Roger said quietly.
- Why don't you introduce her to us? Freddy asked, leaning on Roger.
"Yeah, now!" I don't think Eva's going to meet jerks like you.
— Well, you met! Tim laughed.
Roger rolled his eyes and answered:
"All right, enough about my personal life. Let's rehearse.
Thank you for attention!
The story continues...