A Little Bit Of Glitter

Killing The Audience

Hello, Dears! I'm sorry for taking so long, but I've been having a lot of personal problems this last month. I hope you like this chapter - it's a long one. Thanks for remaining with me! 

Miranda.

January 20, 1973

John took the route to Southwark. It was six in the evening. It happened to be a really sunny day with a little bit of wind. Veronica was in the passenger's seat, directing her boyfriend to the concert; the rest of use sat on cushions on the floor, struggling to find the most comfortable position without getting a cramp. Roger had found a spot in the corner to sleep. Mary was sitting on her knees, allowing her to out from behind where John and Veronica were. Lastly, Freddie, Brian and I were chatting; the sun was streaming through the window and shining on half of my face.

"Shit," I said. "I'm going to burn half of my face."

"Wait," Freddie said. He took off his scarf and moved towards the window. He hung it up on the hook above the window, so that it hung like a curtain. It blocked the sun from my face. "Ready."

"Thanks." I said.

"You're welcome." Freddie said, taking a cigarette from his pocket.

"I'm sorry, but can you lend me one?"

"Sure, dear!" He answered, giving me one.

"Didn't you bring yours with you?" Brian asked while Freddie lit my cigarette.

"I forget them on your table. They were in my purse."

"What?" They asked in unison.

"But how come you didn't tell me? We could've gone and grabbed them." Brian added.

"I didn't want to upset John." I shrugged while talking a puff from my cigarette.

"Dear, he's never going to be upset with you. He would if it was coming from Roger, but not from you." Freddie said laughing.

"Yeah, he's right." Brian laughed.

"But please don't tell him about it. I don't want to seem like an idiot."

"You don't look like one!" Freddie said. "Roger does!" He pointed towards Roger who was sleeping with his wide open and drool dripping out.

"Is he drooling?" I asked.

"Should I wake him up?" Freddie asked with a grin while raising his eyebrow.

"No, I don't want to hear you two fight again." Brian said.

"Oh, that's no fun." Freddie rolled his eyes.

"Hey," John said. "I'm going to make a stop at the gas station. If you want, you guys can get out and stretch your legs or go buys something, alright?"

"Of course." Brian said. John started to slow down, and when the van went up the ramp to enter the gas station, everyone inside fell forward. Roger woke with a start.

"Oh, God, are we already there?" He asked, drying the drool.

"No, we're making a stop at the gas station." Veronica said.

"Oh, perfect. I want some chips, and I need to smoke."

"You can't smoke on the gas station's property." Brian spoke up.

"You sound like my mother." Roger laughed.

"I don't want you to get in trouble." Brian said.