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You stood there in shock, your heart shattering at the sight of the man you trusted in the arms of someone else. All sorts of emotions had overwhelmed you at that moment - disbelief, heartbreak, anger, disgust.

The fact that the woman Roger was with was Charlene made it harder for you to stomach. You and Charlene might not ever have been the closest of friends, but the two of you got along well - not anymore, though.

Both of them looked mortified, and even though the guilt in Roger's eyes was visible, you couldn't have cared less about his apparent 'remorse' in the moment - literally, you couldn't, because you were now in the grips of a horrid anxiety attack that caused you to begin crying quietly.

Brian stared at his wife with incredulity, and after glancing at you again, he shifted his livid gaze to Roger.

Out of nowhere, the guitarist lunged forward and grabbed his bandmate by the collar, causing his wife to step aside with wide eyes.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Brian glared down at the drummer with eyes that could have killed if looks could have done so.

"Bri-"

"You'd better tell me this is all some f****** joke, Rog, right now!" Brian cut him off, his grip so tight he could very well have been strangling Roger at that point.

You whimpered out Brian's name, hoping to get him to refrain from physically harming your husband, but you were so bedeviled by your anxiety attack that it was barely audible. Had you been in a better state of mind, you'd have rushed forward to intervene - and the fact that you couldn't only increased your distress.

The last thing you'd wanted was for the boys to fight, but then again, learning of Roger's infidelity had also been the last thing you'd ever have thought of expecting.

With a tightened chest, you moved to stare at Charlene, as if to wordlessly urge her to stop the altercation from escalating, only for you to be further infuriated when she intentionally chose not to - as if she had wanted the fight to happen, for it was easy to assume that the struggle was over her.

It almost seemed as though that was the only time Brian had ever really given her the sort of attention she wanted, and the tears in her eyes solidified that guess.

She didn't look happy that the boys were fighting, but she also wasn't stepping in to pacify her husband.
She was hurt by what she had done, but the resulting conflict appeared to validate her, in some strange way.

Brian, what are you doing with your wife at home?

However, you were about to be further surprised by what was to ensue.

"Bri, I can explain!" Roger defended as soon as he got the chance to speak.

Those words told Brian that it wasn't a joke, and that enraged him further.

"You're so f****** twisted, Rog," Brian spat as he shoved the drummer back, releasing his grip.

The only reason Brian hadn't hit him was because they were both fathers, and reacting like that at a public event wasn't going to do anyone any good.

But, that didn't stop Brian from cussing him out as though it had been his first language.

After quite the slew of explicit words, Brian stood there, setting his hands on his hips as he shook his head - his eyes fierce, but with anger for a completely different reason.