"I loved you, Eva Farlow, I loved you. And I guess you never loved me..."
Chapter 12.
Very often I began to think about what life should be like? Maybe I was supposed to work in a flower shop and live with my friend Emma and listen to her talk. Or am I born to be a good Bank employee who is a professional in his field? Or is it quite the opposite-the girl of the famous drummer, whose head will be filled only with him? Hard to say. Yesterday I would have chosen the latter, but now, after talking to Freddie, I'm sure I want to be with Roger again, only does he want it himself?
I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, my ash — blond hair slightly curled with a Curling iron. Makeup was concentrated on Burgundy lipstick, something else I did not add, because my skin tone never needed a Foundation or powder. I'd stopped wearing my contacts after that conversation with Roger, but now I put them on to see how he'd react. Clothes for a long time did not have to choose, because I immediately chose the same dress that gave me a guy.
There was a knock at the door. I got up quickly from the dressing table and walked over to them.
"Hello again, eve," Oliver was saying.
"Thanks.
The boy nodded.
I threw a couple of things into my bag and hurried after him.
Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the concert venue, where Oliver ushered me into a VIP box. There were already a lot of people waiting for the performance. I sat down next to the girl who kept glancing at me. She was dressed too vulgarly in a red tank top with thin straps and a black leather miniskirt.
Suddenly she asked me:
- Hey, do you know the Queen guys?
Me, frankly, surprised this question, but I answered:
"Yes, I do." What?
"Just like that?" Someone's girlfriend?
"Freddie's friend," I said.
- Cool, I'm Roger's girlfriend.
It was like being doused with cold water. I stared at her and couldn't answer. After all, the drummer has a girlfriend. Why did I come here? She was the one who answered my call. There's no point in continuing any further.
I wanted to leave this event, but suddenly there was a loud sound of music, and the guys appeared on the scene.
I'll stay for the concert and then go to the airport to get back to London, I thought.
I stared at Roger for the past two hours, tears trickling from my moss-covered eyes. I felt guilty for ruining everything with my own hands. I mean, we could have been happy with Roger, but no. It was not necessary to show your character, but just enjoy the moments that fate has prepared for us.
Suddenly a hand fell on my shoulder.
"Eve, come with me." It's almost the end of the concert, we have to go backstage.
"Not anymore, Oliver. I'll go to the hotel, " I answered, wiping away my tears.
— Is something wrong?" "what's the matter?" the boy asked when we were outside.
I was finishing my second cigarette and my hysteria was raging inside me.
"There's no point in going anywhere, because Roger has a girlfriend. I just met her. This is the end — I laughed hysterically, I will not ever climb, I will not spoil their relationship.
Suddenly Oliver's phone rang.
"Yes, Fred," he said. Eva will not want to go, because they found out that Roger has a girl they just met. Yeah, right. I'm waiting.
I looked at Oliver questioningly.
- Wait, Freddie's coming.
A minute later from the room to the street flew the singer.
"Well, my dear, what makes you think she was telling the truth?" Maybe she's just a fan and decided to lie a little. Buy me a cigarette, by the way.
I gave my friend everything he asked for and answered:
— I don't think she'd lie." Why would she? You did great, by the way.
— Thank You. Don't worry about that girl, I'm sure she made it up.
I looked him straight in the eye. I wish I could believe what Freddie said, but as they say, "hope for the best, prepare for the worst."
"Come on, let's go," he said.
"What?" I'm not going anywhere, " I said.
— Did you think well?" Fred looked at me in surprise.
"Yes, I've had enough. I'll go back to London and forget all about it…
Before I could finish, I was on Freddy's shoulder, being dragged into the room.
"Hey, put me down," I yelled, punching the singer in the back.
"Don't you remember what you said about me being Cupid?" It's time to set the record straight and Stop torturing yourself and Roger.
- Yeah, I can see him suffering. There, you found yourself a girl. And the "I love you, Eva"," Me no one not need except you " and blah, blah, blah. I'm not looking for anyone, and I'm not looking for anyone, because I love only him, " I said, hanging upside down on Freddie's shoulder.
"Well, tell him so; we have just arrived," replied my friend.
"Oh, all right. Come what may, " I said, and exhaled.
There was silence. I heard someone's muffled voice, apparently he came from behind the door leading to the dressing room.
"It's my birthday, by the way, if you remember," Brian was saying as Freddie walked in with me slung over his shoulder.
"Forget it, dear," laughed Freddy, " I'm not empty — handed.
"Wow, that's quite a present," said a familiar voice.
A shiver ran through me.
"Can you get me back on my feet, Fred?" I protested.
"Whatever you say, honey."
The singer gently put me on the floor. I shook my hair, turned around, and began to look around. In the corner of the dressing room sat a guy I'd never seen before. This must be John. His long brown hair fell over his broad shoulders.
Thank you for attention!
The story continues...