ROCKSTAR // roger taylor

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"Are we done yet?" Brian groaned, dropping the many bags he was holding into the back of the car, what with the boot already being full.

"No! I still need my dress."

"You couldn't have bought Freddie along instead?"

"Freddie's handling Roger. You know if he had his own way, he'd show up in one of his concert outfits. Probably that white frilly jacket." Hyacinth laughed.

The two got into the car and made their way to the shop, spending another hour in there, before finally deciding that none of the dresses were perfect for her.

She ended up calling her mum and asking for advice, only to be reminded of when thirteen year old Hyacinth loved mothers wedding dress so much that she had sworn she would wear it on her own wedding day.

So, at 8pm, Brian and Cynth took a road trip to Brighton, to pick up the dress.

Hyacinth decided to pick out her own veil, but gladly took the tiara and earrings her mother offered her.

They decided to spend the night, and went to the pier the next day.

"So where abouts do you think you'll get married? A church? A venue? Somewhere abroad?" Brian asked as the sat on the rocky beach.

"I'm not sure.. I'm a quarter Spanish and quarter Italian, so maybe we go get married somewhere abroad."

"So you don't already have everything planned out? You know, I was there when we were fifteen and you were planning out your marriage to Gregory Peck."

"Well, why don't we use that as a guide?" She giggled, pulling an old journal out of her bag.

"You wrote it down too?"

"Of course." She shrugged, flicking to the page with her wedding plans. "Okay, wear mums dress, check. Bridesmaids wear baby pink..? Maybe not. Half up beehive.. I could see that."

"Well you can read more in the car, come on. We need to make a move soon, unless you want to drive us home."

"Come on then."