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two.

Few hours had gone by and John still had not returned back to the studio. The rest of the band didn't know where he was, but they assumed he has gone back to where he lived while they were in Munich. Freddie and Roger hoped he would return to the studio, which is why they stayed there. Who knew why Brian was still there. 

Roger picked up the phone and dialed John's  number. This was the fifth time he had done so. It was the same every single time. The phone rang for a few seconds, before it went dead. John hung up rather than waited for it to go to his answering machine. At least that meant that John knew that someone was calling him. It also meant that he was safe and not somewhere in the streets of Munich drinking himself to death.

"He's still not picking up," Roger put down the phone and sighed. He sat next to Freddie and  looked at Brian who was leaning against a wall. He hadn't moved from that spot since John left the studio. He was acting like he was the victim in this situation and Roger had no patience for that. It was like he thought he had done the right thing and John was wrong for getting angry about it. If Brian had just stayed in his lane, this could have been avoided. God, he could be such a prick sometimes.

"Have you tried ringing Veronica?" Freddie asked and took another cigarette from Roger's pack that he had claimed as his own. It was almost empty.

"No. Why would I?" Roger asked, "She's not here. She's still in England".

Freddie shrugged. "She might know what to do".

"I doubt it".

"It can't hurt to try," Freddie said and placed the cigarette in his mouth. 

Roger shook his head. 

"Veronica probably knows him more than we do, dear," Freddie took a lighter from his shirt pocket and lit his cigarette.

Roger repeated what Freddie said but in a higher pitch.  Freddie jammed his elbow into Roger's side, who let out a yelp. 

"I know they broke up, which basically stripped her of all the responsibility of taking care of John, but she still knows him best," Freddie said, "I hate to admit it, but we really don't know shit about our bassist":

"Fine," Roger muttered, rubbing the spot where Freddie's elbow had hit him, "I'll call her".

Roger stood up from his chair and, once again, walked to the phone. He dialed Veronica's number and prayed that she wasn't home. They had their issues, some of which were still kind of unresolved. 

She had gotten mad at Roger, because had drunkenly declared his love for her now ex-husband one lovely evening at his birthday party a few years ago. Not the classiest way to announce that you love someone, but it was definitely a very Roger thing to do. 

Veronica hadn't told John about this, thank god, but their relationship ended pretty soon after that. John said it was a mutual decision, which Roger thought was bullshit. 

He was the reason for the divorce and Roger hated himself for that. John and Veronica had seemed to have been in a good place in their relationship before Roger came and ruined everything. He couldn't help that he had fallen in love with John. He could have kept his mouth shut, however.

Unfortunately, Veronica picked up her phone. "Veronica Tetzlaff. Who might this be?" She spoke in a singsong voice.

Roger really wanted to slam the phone down and lie to Freddie that she wasn't home, but he couldn't do that. 

"The drummer," he answered.

Veronica's tone changed to a more monotonous one, "What is it?"

"John's not answering our calls and we don't know what to do".

After a few seconds of silence, Veronica finally responded, "Who made him mad this time? Was it Brian? I feel like it's always Brian."

Veronica's comment made Roger smile, "Yeah it was Brian. He has to fuck things up every month or else he dies," Roger could feel that the guitarist was staring at him after he had said that. He raised his middle finger at him, before he continued with the call, "Any suggestion on how to get John to talk to us?"

"Just go over there," Veronica said, "It's that simple".

"I don't believe you."

"It is!" She laughed, "You do remember that I was his wife?"

"Not really," Roger joked. He was glad that she didn't seem to be as angry with him as he originally had thought.

"Just go over there, Rog. Preferably without Brian."

"Cheers, Veronica."

"Bye".

Roger put the phone down and looked at Freddie, who raised an eyebrow. "So.... What's the plan?" Freddie asked.

"We go over there," Roger said, taking the pack of cigarettes from Freddie, only to notice that it was empty.

"Oh. Makes sense," Freddie leaned back in his chair.

Roger nodded and threw the empty cigarette pack at Brian, rather than putting it in the trash can that was right next to the drummer. The pack hit Brian in the chest. "You're not invited," Roger said, pointing at Brian. "I know," he said, quietly.

"I think I'll stay here too," Freddie announced.

Roger pouted, "But I need you there. I can't do this alone. I don't know what to do with him or what to say".

"Tell him how much you love him, which I know is more than Brian and I do," The lead singer smiled, "Don't worry. You'll be okay."

"Shut up, "Roger blushed and made a mental note to ask Freddie as soon as this whole thing is over, how he knew that he had feelings for John.