"I loved you, Eva Farlow, I loved you. And I guess you never loved me..."
I swallowed a piece of casserole and answered the bassist in confusion:
— You see, John, this is a very long and complicated story, but I'll tell you briefly that we used to be together, but then we broke up on my initiative. And now I'm sorry — " I finished, lowering my eyes.
"I've known Roger for a long time, we used to live on the same street, and I can tell you that he can be a bit obnoxious at times."
"Yes, you're right, but it was my fault.
"You know better than that," John shrugged. We're leaving for Washington soon, there's a concert tomorrow. Bon appetit!
I nodded to the bass player and stared out the window. She had to find Roger somehow to talk to him before they left Manchester, and she had to go to the airport and buy a ticket to London.
I finished my meal and went to my room to change.
Choosing a gray tracksuit with stripes on the sides for today, I left the hotel.
Davolno quickly getting to the airport, I went to the box office and asked for a ticket to London for tomorrow, but the cashier told me that tomorrow economy class tickets left, and there is only for today. Departure in five hours. I exhaled and agreed.
Back in my room, I quickly Packed up and decided to stop by Roger's to say goodbye.
Gathering her hair into a bun, she straightened her makeup and went out into the hallway.
When I got to the drummer's room, I knocked lightly. His heart began to beat too fast, as if it wanted to jump out of his chest.
Moments later, the door opened. Roger stood before me in a dark green Terry-cloth robe, his hair dripping wetly on the floor.
"Hey, why are you here?" he sniffed.
"I'm leaving for London today, so I came to say good-bye."
The guy motioned to come inside the room.
Roger's room was in shades of gray – dark Cabinet and upholstered furniture, dark gray curtains and tablecloths on two tables.
Many suitcases were scattered around the room, as well as a lot of things lying on the floor and on the bed.
"I understand," I dumped the guy and sat down on the chair, lighting a cigarette disappear again?
I rolled my eyes and sat down on the bed.
"Come On, Rog. I'm not going anywhere.
"Well, well," he said, and looked me angrily in the eye.
There was silence. I looked around the room again and asked:
- Can I help you with your stuff? And then you pace is not exactly going.
"That would be nice," he said, looking away.
I began to gather all the drummer's things into a pile and put them neatly in the suitcases.
Half an hour later everything was Packed.
"Quick, though —" laughed the lad, "I'd have a couple of hours' work."
Roger had changed into a light black shirt and dark jeans. The usual attribute was sunglasses that adorned the top of his head.
"Thanks for the help," Roger said, " but I have to go. The boys must have been waiting for me on the ground floor.
I looked sadly into his eyes. I didn't want to let him go again because I was afraid. I was afraid that he would not accept me, would not accept my love, and I would suffer because of my mistake.
"Of course," I sighed.
The guy carried all the suitcases out the door and came over to me.
— I'll call you as soon as we land in Washington." Just give me your phone number.
I quickly dictated the cherished numbers, Roger wrote them in his mobile.
The guy noticed that I frowned and hugged.
His actions made my whole body tremble. I tried not to cry with happiness. Really, Roger has forgiven me?
— Why are you shaking all over? 'chuckled the blond, not releasing me from myself.
- I'm fine, just nervous. I was afraid you'd never let me near you again.
He kissed me on the forehead.
My legs literally buckled at his words. I could not believe my ears — the guy still loves me.
"And I love you more than life itself, Roger.
— I want to tell you honestly that I was only with that stupid Letty for sex, and then when I saw you again, I was just trying to make you jealous." She really the soul does not fuse, and you're the opposite.
I freed myself from his embrace and said to the blond man, taking his hand:
— I called you once, but she picked up the phone and told me not to bother you again. I feel so bad, Rog, you can't even imagine. So I decided to fly to the United States to see you.
"I didn't know you called," he said, " but then again, you wouldn't have come, would you?"
— I couldn't have done it without you."
He hugged me again and was just about to kiss me when there was a knock on the door.
"My dear, for fuck's sake! The three of us are standing in the hall waiting for you... Freddy appeared in Roger's room, and before he could finish his remark, froze in surprise, and then grinned broadly, " eve! I didn't expect to see you here! What a joy that you still made it up, the guy clapped his hands, — but we have a plane in an hour, so I was happy for you, but have to pick up Blondie, or we'll never make it.
"All right, give us a minute," said the drummer menacingly, for Fred had interrupted our conversation.
The singer disappeared through the door, and Roger turned back to me:
— We have six more shows, the last one in Los Angeles. I'd be very happy if you could attend.
"I can't promise anything yet," I said, " but I've already missed so many days at work." My boss is definitely not gonna let me go.
— Where do you work?"
"At the Bank, I like it very much."
The blond man smiled, then grabbed me around the waist and pulled me over his shoulder like Fred had.
Thank you for attention!
The story continues...