Time

Nine

It had been a little less than six months since I moved in with Syd, and things were just great. Syd was a delight to live with; some mornings I’d wake up to him playing acoustic guitar. Things were going great with Roger too; nothing really weird happened between us since I’d moved in, and he came over almost every night to hang out with Syd and me. I went to all of their gigs; Syd had been writing more material for the band so they played less of other people’s songs and more of their own. The band even earned enough to buy a van. We’d always come back to mine and Syd’s flat after gigs to celebrate, and on nights they didn’t have gigs, the boys and I would sometimes go out to dance clubs. I’d watched them all dance and flirt with other girls, and Syd brought girls home quite often; so on those nights I lodged on Roger, Rick and Nick’s couch. They also changed their name just to ‘The Pink Floyd’. I paid half the rent, and I cooked almost every night for Syd and Roger, Syd would always say, “I don’t know how I ever lived without your cooking.” Everything seemed to be going great, until one night Syd yelled as I walked through the door from work, “DAVID IS IN TOWN!” Roger’s head popped up from the book he was reading, “David is here? In London?” Roger asked Syd.

“Yeah, I just got off the phone with him; he’ll be here for a week.” Syd replied, both of the seemed overjoyed. “Who’s David?” I asked, “He’s a friend of Syd and I, a great guy, I’m sure you’d love him,” Roger said to me.

“How about the four of us go out for dinner tomorrow?” Syd suggested.

“Good idea,” Roger said getting up from the couch, “I almost forgot,” he said walking over to his bag at the end of the door. He reached into the bag and pulled out an LP, and handed it to me, “I know how much you like The Beatles, so I couldn’t pass this up when I saw it.” It was The Beatles Revolver album.

“No way!” I said, “This is… new, when did this come out?! I’ve never seen this before…”

“It came out yesterday,” he proudly said.

“Roger, you didn’t have to do that…”

“I know, but just the artwork itself made it irresistible.” He was right, the cover was amazing, “and I knew I’d get a smile out of you,” he added. A huge grin covered my face, I stared at the album cover in awe, I almost didn’t want to take off the plastic wrap because it was so perfect. I was really happy that Roger was starting to get into The Beatles; he used to complain every time I put on their first and second album on because it sounded too lovey-dovey; he couldn’t stand “Please Please Me”. But he really liked Rubber Soul, and was starting to get into them.

“Could you make me something to eat?” Syd asked me.

“Syd,” I wined walking over to the couch and plopped down, “I just got home, can I sit down for a little?”

“Fine,” he said, “I guess I’m gonna starve…” I almost got up to cook, but Roger stepped in, “I got it, Meg, just sit down. Want me to put on Revolver?” I looked at him and smiled, “we can put it on when you’re done. I’d like to listen to it with you.” He took a step closer to me and messed up my hair with his hand, “you’re so immature,” I said, he walked away smiling. Roger had become my best friend; I loved spending time with him. I loved the nights he would show up unannounced and just sit and talk to me; we’d talk about anything and everything. I told him about my first kiss, and he told me about how his car broke down in Beirut when he was a teenager and how he had to hitch hike all the way back home. I felt like I could trust him with all my secrets, all my deepest fears, and that if I told him, he’d still be there for me.