"I loved you, Eva Farlow, I loved you. And I guess you never loved me..."
Roger took a deep breath and lit a cigarette. It was evident that he did not like to remember it.
"Well, then I beat him for it. So that's the way I am, SIS.
Rosalie could hardly believe her ears as she went to Roger and put her arms around him.
"It'll be all right, just talk to Eva." It'll be all right, you'll see, " Rosalie said encouragingly.
- No, it's not gonna get better. I gave Brock an ultimatum because, you know, I couldn't play in the same band as Tim, and he chose him. Apparently he's better than me.
Rosalie's heart sank — music was Roger's only outlet, so she didn't see how he could live without the band, and apparently without eve.
Waking up because of the loud alarm clock, I barely opened my eyes-tears at night meaningless hobby. Long enough I couldn't get out of bed, because very sleepy, but thought that I needed this job at the Bank, quickly dispelled the dream, and I jumped like a scalded cat.
After taking a shower and applying just a ton of makeup to disguise my "beautiful" face, I began to choose the right clothes for the interview. Black classic trousers, white shirt, and atop it dark jacket were ideal option. I put on the pumps Roger had given me. I combed my hair into a high ponytail, picked up my bag, and left the hotel. I needed something to eat, so as not to scare away all the employees of the Bank his rumbling in the stomach.
Going around the corner of the building, I saw a small cafe.
- Good morning, what would you like to order? the waitress said to me as soon as I sat down at the table on the veranda.
"Morning," I said, smiling, " I'll have green tea without sugar and pancakes with cream and bananas, please."
She recorded the order and left.
The weather was cool, and I was very pleased. The sun barely peeked out from behind the clouds, the wind from time to time gained its strength, but then went to zero.
Fifteen minutes later my order was brought to me — everything was amazingly served that I had to feel sorry for eating such beauty.
I paid for Breakfast and hurried to the Bank. The mood was upbeat, heart was once easy and carefree.
- Good afternoon, What is your question? — what is it? " the Bank Manager asked me in the hall, a curvaceous girl with night — black hair and big gray eyes.
- Hello, I came to the interview, which is scheduled for 10: 00 — - smiling, I replied.
The girl looked at her notes and said:
"Miss Farlow, we're glad you chose our Bank for your career. Mr. Lovett is waiting for you."
Roger stayed up all night, sitting by the fire, thinking about what was going on in his life. Surprisingly, the guy even an ounce of alcohol not drank for a while as he sits there — this isn't like him.
Last night, the drummer decided to go to Eva's house to talk to her, but what he found out made his heart sink. Emma met Roger in tears. She showed the note her friend had left and blamed eve for being selfish.
Roger trudged back to the house and began to destroy everything that came to hand. It was well that Rosalie was not at home, for there would be another scandal.
A lot of cigarette butts strewn around the guy who didn't know what to do next. Where to find eve? What to do with career? Thought not was.
"Did she just disappear like that and spit on my feelings? Roger kept thinking.
Love was uncharacteristic the blond, he sought only girls on one night. There were few people who stayed more than a week, but Roger couldn't even remember their names now. And that's just the guy started to feel something more than just the desire to sleep at times, but here he was again disappointed.
"I suppose I am destined to be alone," Roger said aloud. I mean, how many girls have I broken? Hundreds? Probably, Yes. Well, now, Eva Farlow has broken your heart too, Roger Taylor. Use.
The doorbell rang. Slowly getting up from his chair, he headed for the entrance.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Brian.
"Hey, buddy —" the guitarist said with a smile.
Roger hugged him like a brother. It was with Brian that he had a good relationship in the group, they often sat together and discussed some event. Sometimes just rode around the city, listening to loud music. Quiet and modest guy Brian and flighty and rude Roger. They were best friends.
"Come on in, buddy," the drummer said.
Bree looked around the hall and exclaimed:
— Rog, are you so after what happened in the group all smashed?
"No, it's because of Eva," the blond man said calmly, sitting down again.
In the hall and in the guest room, which are combined, it was quite gloomy-heavy dark curtains did not let sunlight into the room. Only clouds of tobacco smoke were everywhere, and the atmosphere was oppressive.
The guitarist sat down next to each other and asked:
"I'm sorry to pry, but can you tell me the whole story?"
Roger did not hesitate to tell his friend everything, concealing nothing.
He, in turn, was so stunned by what had happened that he could not find any words to comfort the drummer.
"Speaking of the band," Brian said suddenly, " Brock found out, so he kicked Tim out.
Roger stared at his friend, his eyes wide.
- Really? Who's gonna play the bass now? Yes! Interesting! Now Brock needs to find both a bass player and a drummer as soon as possible before the tour, but that's not enough. It is necessary that candidates know the repertoire. It's probably impossible — " Roger said, lighting another cigarette.
It was visible to the naked eye that the guy does care about the fate of the group, because it was their brainchild.
"We already have a drummer," bree said.
Roger felt a sudden sting in his chest, so intense that his vision blurred. That's it. Henceforth group "Queen" will to live without him, without annoying, and simultaneously Jolly Roger Taylor.
"Who is he?" Better than me? Roger said, trying not to get mad.
"Don't be stupid, Blondie! "Freddie and I hope you'll join us again." Brock doesn't mind, he's all for it.
Taylor couldn't believe his ears — was life beginning to improve?
Thank you for attention!
The story continues...