Good Company - Queen Fanfiction

Chapter 14

April 6th, 1979

I spend the morning organising my things so they are ready to be packed away to take on tour and explaining the situation to my landlord over the phone, doing my best to come up with a legitimate reason to be suddenly going overseas for over a month. It takes a while for him to buy into it, but he does. I would've explained that I got a new job that requires me to go overseas for a month, but I can't come up with some kind of career that sounds legitimate. There is no way I am going to say I am going on tour with Queen, he'll never believe it and if he does I'll end up being hounded by the press. It's lucky enough as it is that no one has noticed me with the band yet.

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It is now four o'clock and I have set all of my affairs in order for while I'm away. Carrie visited briefly when she came back from work to ask if I wanted any help from her or if I needed anything. I'm actually surprisingly organised and am not really sure what I'll do with myself for the next couple days until we go. Carrie reminded me that I should call my mum and tell her what's happening. I also need to get the boys around to see the mural which I'm sure will be the worst, most embarrassing thing I'll ever do and hopefully I will be hearing back from Marc before we go.

I am looking at my terribly messy record collection. I had it in alphabetical order for a while, but as I started playing them I ended up putting them back where ever they would fit. I consider reordering them, for the millionth time, and just as I start, the telephone rings. I groan and get up to answer it.

"Hello?" I say a bit grumpier than I intend.

"Woah there, it's just me, Little A." Roger says.

"Sorry, Roger. I didn't mean to snap, I was just about to start reordering my record collection."

"Why are you doing that? Aside from obviously making it easier to find what you want."

"I'm trying to fill in time because we aren't leaving for a few days yet, but I've already organised my bags and have even explained to my landlord that I'm going away."

"Wait, you haven't said exactly where you're going right?" He asks worriedly.

"No, no Roger. I said it was a family incident. I'm not about to go tell the entire world I'm working for and staying with Queen on their tour. God, I'm not an idiot."

"I know you aren't, I was just checking. You know we value our privacy."

"Of course. Now what did you need?"

"Right, I am just wondering if you would care to join me for a quiet drink at my house?"

"Oh. Really? Isn't your girlfriend around? Also you now live in Surrey, quite a distance to be honest."

"First, Dominique lives in France most of the time. Second, this isn't a date, I am quite happy with Dom for your information, and you have Marc. And third, that's why I called to give you notice, besides I thought you'd like to see my new place."

"Okay, but why are you calling me of all people to hang out."

"I don't know, I prefer to stay away from the band just before a tour otherwise we get fed up with each other very quickly, and you and I haven't had very much one on one time. You've had your afternoon tea with Bri, the mural stuff with Fred and a chat with John around town. I thought we could hang out a bit. Just as friends though. Don't worry about that." He babbled.

"Okay okay, I get it. But sure, I'll come around. Do you have any plans for dinner?"

"Not really to be honest, do you want to come do that too?"