He does it so well

Unchained

I stepped out the car as my heels crashed to the ground tightening the strap on my bag over my shoulder. The paparazzi was curious and intrigued as to why a women had stepped out of a car with 'The Brian May'. Obviously they had flashed the cameras straight towards us, merely suspecting Queens Guitarist had bought a young woman he was seeing along to the interview and show.Which was quite obviously wrong, as i drew my hand to the side of my face covering it slightly as i sped up to Roger who had then put his arm around my waist.

"Miss what's your name!?" one photographer shouted, "Roger is this your girlfriend?" "Are you a couple?" " Are you cheating on her with a groupie?"
"Are you with Roger for his money"

My face screwed as i scoffed following Roger into the restaurant where we were met with a camera crue in the posh lobby.

"Frederick Mercury, Nice to meet you. The camera team will film here where John Straddle will interview you and then you can carry on with your meal before the show." a middle aged man smiled as he sat us on a small chair. The band was questioned about the tour to america next week as i sat on the far end, " Miss uhm..?" the man questioned which struck me out of my day dream, "Stonem. Miss Stonem." i smiled.

" So Roger and you. Are you friends, family?" he asked as he was cut abruptly by me.

"Girlfriend." i replied.

"Oh ok great. And your a model correct?"he stared.

"Mhm. I have a modelling job for a new guitar and then a few brands."

Roger stared at me. Not in a nice way, but in a rather annoyed way as if to say 'i love you but what the fuck' before the interview ended and we were swept away to the table to eat. Of course we ordered had a few drinks, me and freddie had some laughs but Roger stayed rather annoyed, before we were back in the car on our way to the bands venue.

"Bloody hell it's huge in here, are you really gonna have this big of an audience?" i gasped, " 7,500 Darling, and triple that in America. There's even a few pop up bars scattered around." Fred replied as we carried ourselves back stage. John and Brian had a cigarette on the small chair as Fred, to be honest i don't know what he was doing, jumped around and then Roger walked out into the back hallway. I'm not sure what was wrong so i followed him out with a lit cigarette marked with red lipstick between my fingers.

"Roger!Roger! What's wrong?" i ran up to him stopping him in his tracks.

"What's wrong? You've only gone and told live tv that your my girlfriend. The tabloids are going to be mad! Why would you say that." he shouted through gritted teeth.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion looking him dead in the eye, "I didn't think you'd mind. Can't we just say i meant girlfriend as in female friend? What's so bad about that anyway?"

"You, DONT understand Michelle. I'm scared!" he shouted again.

"Scared of what!" I snapped back.

"That some stupid people make a rumour up in a magazine and you fucking believe it. We were back on track i don't want things to go downhill again!" he said sliding his hand down his face.

"You fucking idiot. You think i'm going to believe some shitty ass magazine? I love you Roger. They were going to find out sooner or later." i replied pulling him into a hug, "Come on forget about it yeah? Your show starts soon, and maybe a reward after?" i smirked hitting him on the back as i held his hand walking back into the room where the boys were.