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Moving Day - "Roger's Revolution 9"

    "Alright everyone, let's get a move on, we don't have all day." Roger hurriedly said as he walked back from the car.

"What's the rush, Roger? The car ride's only three hours, come on it's only 10:37 am." David glanced at his watch as the others piled their things into the Brown Ford Falcon GT.

    "You'd think that we'd go faster if we didn't up at five in the morning." Nick quipped as he placed his leather suitcase in the trunk. They had just bought a property in Greenwich so they could be closer to the studio and because of how often they found themselves in the area.

    "Alright, that should be all of it, make sure to bring anything you didn't pack on the moving truck from yesterday or else it's staying here," Syd chirped as he closed the trunk, "Alright, then let's get in!" He spun the key ring around his finger as he walked to the drivers side.

    "Oh, there is no way in HELL we're letting you drive, gimme that." Roger stressed, reaching for the keys.

    "I value my life, I don't want Rog to drive either." Nick said.

    "Yea, last time you drove you flipped off nearly every car on the freeway, we had to get the horn replaced," David recounted, "I think Rick is the safest bet"

    "Oh okay, would you toss me the keys then?" Rick asked, to which Roger reluctantly obliged. Rick opened the door and sat down, turning the car on. He began to adjust the seat and the mirrors.

    "I'm calling shotgun then, I can't stand being shoulder-to-shoulder with you guys for three hours." Roger scoffed.

    "Looks like the pipe-cleaner needs some extra leg room," Nick joked "Syd, do you mind sitting in the middle?"

    Syd looked up, "No, I wanna sit in the window seat, I always sit in the widow seat. How else will I see all the pretty pastures with the cows and the sheep?"

    "Fine, I suppose I'll be in the middle seat then. Better place for the navigator to be, I suppose." Nick reluctantly sighed as he climbed in the backseat, with Syd Following suit. David got in on the left side, right behind Roger.

    "Okay, seatbelts everyone!" Rick chimed; and with that, they were off. The car traveled further and further down the driveway, away from their old home which grew smaller as Nick gazed behind him. Syd was zoning out, looking out of the window. He loved long car rides, especially through the picturesque England countryside.

    Rick felt bored looking at the same green blur of wavy meadows, so he decided to turn on the radio. He began to nod his head to the music, "Take a sad song and make it better, Remember to let her under your skin, then you'll begin to make it better." Everyone seemed content at the soothing vocals and steady beat; until... "na, na, na, na-na-na-naa, na-na-na-naa, hey Jude." But it kept going, and going, and going for almost three minutes straight; maybe the radio was broken. An air of tension filled the car, especially due to Roger growing more restless by the minute, moving about in his chair. Eventually, he had enough.

    "Oh fucking Christ, turn it off!" Roger yelled. "Honestly Lennon would do good to shut the hell up, I can't stand it!" He flailed his arms angrily and slammed the knob to turn off the radio. An awkward silence filled the vehicle and everyone could feel each other's discomfort and squeamishness. All except for Syd, of course, who was unphased, continuing to stare at the farms and grasslands that sped by.

    Roger angrily laid back in his chair, adjusting the seat back all the way.

    "Hey, what the hell? You're taking up all of my leg room!" David exclaimed.

    "Well why don't you stop being a little bitch and deal with it then?" Roger retorted snappily.

    "C'mon guys, stop arguing. Roger, won't you just move your seat up a tad? David, there should be a pillow back there, why don't you give it to him so he'll move up further?" Rick reasoned.

    "I don't negotiate with terrorists." David snobbily remarked.

    "And I don't like dealing with repetitive, obnoxious cunts. now stop whining, I can hear it through my earplugs." Roger hissed. He laid back and watched the rural landscape as it obscured and softened. The greens, yellows, and browns melding together into one... and blending with the baby blue sky as he drifted off and away... into... a hypnagogic suspension....

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What was happening? It's not like his bed can move on its own. Roger opened his eyes; oh- the trip- he was still in the car.

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He could hear the thud each time the seat was hit, causing him to jolt forward from every blow. The thudding became more forceful, the seat shaking more aggressively. Eventually, Roger turned around to see David kicking the back of his chair.

    "Oh what do you want now? I was sleeping, you're behaving like a spoiled toddler." Roger groggily complained.

    "I want you to move your seat forward, that's what, you inconsiderate prick. And I won't stop 'till you do it." David threatened.

    "For the last time, Fuck off. Now leave me alone." Roger mumbled.

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    "Alright, That's it! Rick, pull over right now." Roger sternly ordered. Rick slowed down and stopped on the side of the street, he was worried that they were going to get into a fistfight in the car and he'd swerve off the road. Roger stepped into the asphalt and threw David's door open.

    "GET. OUT." Roger was seething in rage.

    "We'll I'm sure as hell not sitting with you behind me, you'll slit my throat the second you get the chance. Syd. Syd. Syd can you hear me?" David pestered.

    "Oh- uh- huh? What do you want?"

    "Can you trade places with me? You'll still get the window, but you'll be sitting on the other side." David explained.

"Oh okay, sure." Syd agreed. David was still slightly annoyed at Roger, but he felt it was worth it to get the passenger seat to himself. Roger hated the backseat, but he would give anything to be the furthest away from David; sitting with Nick wasn't too bad.