The Killers - part 1

chapter 24

Kyrie POV

I was cleaning the benches, it was really quiet without nat, i was horrified when i was called this afternoon to find out she was in hospital, she’d lost alot of blood, and for all that i knew she was still out cold.

The boss came out of his office, i continued to clean, i was so glad he let me off entertainment tonight, i felt like crap and all i wanted to do was go home and fall onto my bed, after last night who wouldn’t, now all i could do is hope that they weren’t playing music full ball again tonight.

“Kye”                      

He said, proceeding to come cloaser to me, i looked up from cleaning the benches though still continuing whilst not breaking the eye contact, it was just something i did when someone of higher authority was talking to me.

“yes sir?”

I said, though i could practically yell at him, he was the only one to call me kye, do i look like a bloody guy to you, last time i checked i wasn’t, seeing as i had nothing that could lead to the thought of ever getting mistaken for a guy.

“take the rest of the night off, you look buggered.”

He told me, was i hearing correctly, he was telling me to go home, he was the last person id expect to hear telling me to go home and calm off from today.

I thanked him, hanging the cloth over the tap head and putting the apron away, grabbing my coat and making it back to my hotel, not driving tonight was the stupidest idea ever, yeah i live not far but i seriously didn’t feel bothered walking home tonight.

I was coming closer and closer, i could make out the shape of a limo in the valet section of the lot, thats odd, ive never seen one of those pulled up outside this horrible hotel, i would never of thought anyone of any form of fame would live here.

I walked in, pressing the up button of the elevator, waiting for it to come back down, watching the light as it proceeded down next to the G. The doors opening before me, no one was in, nor would i expect anyone to be, no one ever was.

I stood in there, standing there for what seemed forever listening to the horrible elevator music all of them play, this soft little tune on repeat which can make anyone go mental. The doors began to close, just as they were about to something stopped them from doing so, a foot was jarred between them.

The doors began to slowly open. I looked up to see it was the foot of none other than that of Freddie Mercury. What the bloody hell was he doing here, the others accompanying him, he had his arm protectively around the shoulders of what i assume to be his girlfriend and Brian in the same stance.

They wouldn’t remember me, who would remember someone like me, roger walked in, holding a phone in his hand, the doors closing behind him, john pressing the button to the floor they needed, 22, a floor above myself.

“hey Fred, its Jim, he wants to speak to you.”

Roger said passing the brick phone over to him, Freddie looked like he had no clue in what he was doing, his girlfriend assisting him.

“Miami dear, how can i help you?”

He asked, he didn’t say anything, all he could do was open his mouth, acting as though his jaw had dropped to the floor, he went pale white, his eyes wide as they could possibly be, nearly bursting out of the sockets.

“thank you”

He managed to say, handing the phone back to roger, seems as though he was the one incharge of the phone and if it got lost or anything were to happen to it, all the fault would be blamed on him.