BEHIND BLUE EYES - ROGER DALTREY

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23rd April, 1968

I arrived home at about 5pm which gave me plenty of time to have something to eat and get ready. I walked into the kitchen to see Rachael who was doing some college work at the dining table.

"Hey Rach." I greet her and she looks up and smiles at me, "Hey Annie, how was work?" I shrug, "It was okay. Same old, same old. It was great to see Pete though." She grins, "He mentioned a party tonight, are you going?" I nod, as I started to make pasta for us. "Yeah. Are you?" She shrugs, "I'm not sure, I've got loads of uni work to do." I roll my eyes, "Come on Rach, you've been doing work all day, have some time off, yeah?" She nods and I cheer knowing I have convinced her.

"Is it smart or casual?" I pause, "Hm, I'm not sure. I'll probably wear a dress though." She peers over my shoulder, "Pasta? That's the third time this week." She laughs at my cooking habits, "We're students, we can't afford a life of luxury!" She rolls her eyes, "Or you just can't cook." I chuckle, "That's true."

We eat our pasta and begin to talk about tonight's party. "So what are the other members of his band like?" I shrug, "I have only met them a couple times. I've not really spoken to them a lot, they seem nice though." She raises her eyebrow, "You've been best friends with Pete for how many years and you've barely spoken to his band?" I nod, "Well, they're always recording or touring, I've never really had the chance."

"Any of them good looking?" She wiggles her eyebrows, causing me to laugh. "I remember Roger was quite good looking. I never really spoke to John and all for all I knew Keith was crazy." I laughed, remembering the first time I met Keith. He threw his drink up into the air, attempting to catch the contents into his mouth, but soaking Pete with whiskey in the process. He was not amused but it was hilarious.

I looked at the clock which read half six. "Right, we better start getting ready if we want to look good for these boys." She giggles and we make our way upstairs. I go up to my room and open my wardrobe picking out my outfit for the night. I decide on a flowy black dress that went to just above my knees, some cute sandals and my denim jacket as it wasn't warm enough to be without one yet.

"Annie!" Rachael shouts me from her bedroom, "Yes?" I shout back, walking into her room where the contents of her whole wardrobe seemed to be on the floor. "What did yo- oh my god." She looks flustered, turning to face me before admiring my outfit. "Wow Annie you look great!" I smile, twirling, "Thank you."

"I can't decide what to wear, I have nothing." I laugh at her antics, "Rachael, you have so many clothes, there must be something." She sighs, "I know but I've not been to a party in a while and I want to make a good impression." I rummage through the clothing on the floor before pulling out a white flared top. "What about this? And we'll find you a skirt?" She stands up a hugs me, "Yes! That's great Annie, thank you." I smile, "No problem."

We ended up pairing the top with a long denim skirt and a pair of platform boots. Rachael did my hair as she is the best at hair styles. I always tell her she is wasting her talent at studying english literature. She styled my hair so the top half was in dutch braids and the rest was down. I applied a bit of mascara but I'm not really a makeup person as I'm not the greatest at it.

I hear a car horn and I glance at my watch to see that it was half seven, Pete must be here. "Are you ready Rachael? Pete's here!" She rushes down the stairs, now sporting a blue cardigan and we make our way out of the house, I lock the door and make my way over to Pete's car. "Hi Pete." He smiles at me as I get in the passenger seat and Rachael in the back. "Hey Bella, hi Rachael." Rachael waves, "You alright, Pete?" He nods, starting the engine, "Not bad, not bad."

"You excited for the party?" He nods enthusiastically, "Yes, I'm going to get absolutely leathered." I cringe, remembering the last time Pete got 'absolutely leathered'. I practically had to carry him home, he could barely walk. "It's great to be home." I smile, remembering how much I had missed him, "It's great to have you home."