"I loved you, Eva Farlow, I loved you. And I guess you never loved me..."
"You can do as you like," he said, " but I won't let you go. To hell with work, to hell with everything! You're coming with us, and I don't care!
"But I can't do that, Roger! "I need money to rent an apartment in London."
— I don't care, but you don't have to worry about housing, because you're staying with me now." No objections accepted.
The guy came out into the hallway and pulled me to my feet.
"You can't get away from me now, eve Farlow.
Roger called the doorman, who carried our bags to the car.
"Wow, eve, are you with us?" bree asked as we climbed into the group's van.
"I guess so," I laughed, " and in part no one even asked me that."
The car started.
Don't be dramatic! Roger exclaimed, " I know you wanted it.
"Yeah, sure," I said.
All the way to the airport, I thought, what do I do now – still fly to London and earn my own living, or live with a drummer and do not need anything? Time will tell.
Chapter 15. Part 1.
July 26, Philadelphia.
I made my way through the crowd of vigorously dancing people closer to the stage, where the guys had been performing for about an hour. During these few days spent together, I became very attached to them, they became for me literally a family. I know I get attached to people too quickly, but there's nothing I can do about it. My warmest relationship was with John. We often sat in his room, or in the lobby of another hotel, talking about everything. At times, Roger was jealous of me to him, but I have always said that John is my friend, and to deceive the drummer not.
With Brian and Freddie, too, developed a good relationship. Every morning the singer would run up to my room with Roger and give me a little hug, asking if I was still tired of the drummer with his sometimes obnoxious nature.
The tour was nearing completion, with two shows remaining in San Francisco and Los Angeles. But today is a special day, because Roger's birthday.
For several days in a row, I puzzled over what to give to my boyfriend. Nothing came to mind, so I decided to ask the guys one day. Freddy advised me to buy a whole lot of sedatives, because the blond often happens outside of yourself. Bree and John told me to buy Roger a nice, expensive watch, but I thought it was all wrong. In the end, I ordered a portrait from a good artist, in which the guy sits at the drum set. But the main surprise was waiting for Roger in the night. In the few days we lived together, we never had sex. On the first night I was alarmed, because I know who Roger Taylor is and what place in his life is occupied by carnal pleasures. The guy in the future is not even hinted at intimacy, but simply fell asleep and my arms, I began to fear that he just doesn't want me. But today, Roger is definitely not going anywhere, and will have sex with me, because I'm not iron.
— And the following song for you, darlings , will be performed by Roger, who, by the way, today birthday! Freddie exclaimed as soon as he had finished playing "Hammer To Fall" * — " this song is pretty rare at our concerts, but today is an exception! So, "I'm In Love With My Car"!**
Forty minutes later, everyone in the group, including Manager Brock and myself, was in one of the dressing rooms.
"You guys were amazing tonight, as always," Brock said loudly, raising his glass of champagne.
"Thank you," John said shyly, emptying his beer bottle.
And by the way, Roger, I want to congratulate you happy birthday and give this humble gift from the whole group, he held out a small black box with a ribbon birthday — I hope you are pleased.
Roger, batting his lashes rapidly, took the box and began to thank each in turn.
"Come on, honey, open up!" Freddy began indignantly, as soon as his turn came — " I want to see your astonished face.
The blonde laughed and began to gently untie the bow to the applause of the others. Opening the lid, the drummer exhaled in surprise and smiled broadly.
"You're crazy!" "those are the car keys!" A small gift, Brock? I can't accept it, " Roger protested.
I, to put it mildly, was shocked by such a gift. My spotting, which was going to give the evening even number will not stand. It made me a little sad. I was brought to my senses by the loud voice of Freddie, who was dragging the birthday boy to the exit so that he could see the car.
We all went to the backyard of the cultural and sports complex, where there was a brand new white KIA Optima, tied with a scarlet bow.
— Ahrinet! "what a beauty," I said involuntarily.
Roger stared at the new car without blinking.
- Thanks, guys, but realistically not cost so spent!
"It's nothing, Blondie, they could get you a star out of the sky," Brian said, patting him on the shoulder.
The others laughed.
- Shall we do a test drive? "come on, Rog, give us a ride!"
"Without me," Brock said.
Ten minutes later, all five kids, including me, were sitting in the car and were amazed by its luxury.
"Look," I said, tugging on Roger's arm. I can't believe it!
Freddie, John, and bree were giggling in the back as they realized that not only Roger liked the car, but I did, too.
Somewhere else three minutes the owner of the brand new cars considered the salon, and then said:
— Where are we going?"
"Take us to the nearest bar, dear," Freddy said, " and you go to the hotel." Eva has a surprise for you, too, and we'll be extra.
Roger nodded and smiled.
Thank you for attention!
The story continues...