Brian thought everything was fine. The audience has been great tonight and his amp didn't catch fire despite a bit of rain dropping. He had every reason to be in a good mood.
Roger on the other hand, sat in silence for far too long. It was getting tense to watch him. Brian did so nevertheless, hoping Roger is either going to come out of it, or tell Brian what he can do to help him.
Roger emitted a low cough, which caught Brian by surprise.
"Bri-an"
It was a relief for him to hear Roger's voice, even if he thought it sounded a bit broken.
"What is it, Rog?"
"I think I'm coming down with something."
"Oh, come on Roger. I saw you play on stage, you were like a demon. How'd you go from that to being sick?"
"It was raining. We're in the middle of October, the nights are getting colder, and I'm exhausted, alright?"
"Very well. I didn't mean it to come out harsh. I'm just not used to seeing you like this." Brian pursed his lips, aligning his gaze with Roger's.
Brian got up, moving behind Roger.
"Where are you going?" Roger asked, looking up at Brian from his sit.
"Stay here. I'm going to make you a cuppa."
"Alright. Cheers."
"You're welcome."
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Big Ugly Story Starters
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