A Little Bit Of Glitter

Revenge - Part 1

September 11 st, 1973.

Cynthia’s POV

When I arrived home after going with Fred to a pub to celebrate the end of the Swan Lake season I was so tired. And yet I went to the bed with my mind rushing with what Freddie told me, that Brian was going to ask me if I wanted to go with them on the tour with Mott the Hoople. What was I going to say? Yes or no? I had already made a decision about what I was going to do – going back to Argentina - and now my plan has been fucked up.
I couldn't stay here alone until they came back, because that would mean I had to take my job as a ballet dancer back. If I stayed here in London until the guys come back I would need to get paid somehow, but I wasn't the kind of girl who liked to stole their friend’s recent opportunities, so that wasn't a choice anymore.
On the other hand, Fred was right. If I’ve kept this lie up for a year and a half already, I could keep it up for three more months… However, that also meant three more months without any call from Damian, and that I would keep receiving letters from my family telling me how much they missed me. But the quote Freddie told me kept pushing its way back into my mind: “You have to choose the best for you, or at least if you don't know which is the best choice, you have to choose what makes you happy.”
With all of that going on, it took me two hours to fall asleep that night. It was around 9 am in the morning when I felt someone me shaking softly in my bed.

“Cyn?.. Wake up…” It was Brian.

“Mmhh?” Oh, no. He was going to ask me about the tour, I haven’t made a decision yet. “I don't know yet,” I said, still half asleep.

“You don't know what?” Brian laughed softly.

“Ah? Nothing…,” I lied.

“C’mon wake up... We are going to have fun today.”

“What? Why?” I asked.

“We are going to an amusement park today!” I heard Roger said from the living room.

“Really?” My lips drew a little smile on my face while I kept my eyes closed, the light from the sun coming from outside was killing me.

“Yes! So, c’mon get ready,” he said, playfully slapping my thigh.

It was when I got out of bed that I realised he wasn't wearing his pyjamas anymore, so it was time for me to get ready quickly.

I moved to the bathroom, took a super fast shower and then brushed my teeth.
I put on a comfortable pair of jeans, a pair of trainers, a white long sleeve shirt and a black jacket. I put on make up and finally I left my hair down.
Once I was done I took my “breakfast”, a glass of orange juice. And then moved into the living room where Roger was on the phone and Brian was putting on his jacket.

“Are you ready?” Brian asked.

“Yeah. Where is this amusement park?”

“In Brighton,” he said. I could hear Roger talking by the phone and I bet it was with one of the guys because he was saying that we were about to leave.

“How do we go there? In John’s van?” I asked.

“No.” He laughed. “Unfortunately not this time. We are going by train.”

“Is it far away from here?”

“Two hours away.”

“Woah…,” I said.

“C’mon, I told the guys we are leaving now. We have to get to the station,” Roger said. We took everything we need and rushed through the door.
To get to the train station we had to take the bus for a short distance. I’ve only been to an amusement park once in my life many years ago, and to be honest and I don't want to sound egocentric, but I’ve never been afraid of rollercoasters or mechanic games. So I had such a good feeling that day, I was sure I was going to have a lot of fun.
We took the bus and after twenty minutes we were at the station, surprisingly we were the first to arrive, maybe we finally stopped always being late.
We paid our tickets at ticket office.