Keep Yourself Alive - Roger Taylor

14

We had to get two taxis to fit us all in, and I got a one to myself with Mary.

As soon as we got in the cab, my eyes welled up with tears that I had been trying to hide. However, I felt less embarrassed with Mary as she knows what this feels like to a girl.

"Oh god, Rose" She said sadly, hugging me tightly.

"I just thought that he had changed, and I I'm just so stupid" To be honest, I might be being really dramatic, but I'm extremely drunk so I can get away with it.

"I know. And you're not stupid at all. We all thought he'd changed when we saw you two kissing. I think he will regret this in the morning" She stated.

"Yeah?" I asked, sniffling.

"Of course, how could he not after basically confessing his adoration for you?"

"But now it seems false. He told me that he looks at me and forgets about other girls, and I know we weren't an official couple but I saw that going somewhere. And with all this shit recently I was excited. Really fucking excited" I sighed, putting my head in my hands as she rubbed my back.

"I'm going to kill Freddie in the morning, he wasn't even drunk he could have stopped him" She almost growled.

We eventually made it back to the tour bus, and before we went in she wiped away the smudged mascara from under my eyes as well as she could. But apparently there was still some stubborn residue. They were already here, and I didn't even bother changing I just jumped into bed and rolled towards the wall.

"Rose-" Brian started.

"Bri, I love you. And it's not you, really. But can I just go to sleep please" I begged, not even spinning round.

He jumped up the ladder and kissed the back of my head before going into his own bed. A few silent tears left my eyes but I wiped them away swiftly.

Everyone was asleep, but the other two hasn't even returned yet. Despite what had happened, they were really beginning to worry me, as it must be past seven in the morning by now. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and jumped out of bed as silently as possible.

I remembered the way to the clubs, and they weren't too far from our bus. I was still intoxicated, but not too bad anymore which meant that I could walk there. The walk was actually beneficial as the cold brisk air hit my face and woke me up a bit. I wrapped my arms around my stomach, as I was wearing only a shirt tight dress and heels. My teeth were chattering, but I was too worried about the two lads to even think about that.

Eventually, I reached the long strip of clubs that now had shutters over the windows, and looked desperately along the streets to attempt to find the two lads.

Suddenly, in the distance I spied one man leaning against the wall, and another with his face in the public bin most likely emptying his guts. Instantly, I knew it was them and I rushed over to them.

Freddie looked utterly shocked when I reached them and I could tell that he wasn't as drunk as I expected.

"Freddie. Bulsara. I. Could. Kill. You" I shouted, slapping his chest with every word.

"Mercury" he corrected, and I slapped him again.

"Rogers a little bit... Sick" he said, peeking over me at the drummer.

"Come on, we're leaving" I ordered and Freddie patted Rogers back to get him up.

"Why aren't you helping? You're his girlfriend aren't you darling?" He asked cockily, and my nose flared in fury.

"Actually, no I'm not. If you're so bothered, I caught Roger over here snogging another girl tonight, which could have been stopped by you" I said angrily, and both of their eyes widened in fear. Roger hung his head in shame.

He had obviously sobered up too from all of the throwing up he had done.

"Rose, please I can explain" he said, walking over to me.

"Go on then" I said, standing my ground.

My arms grew goosebumps and my teeth chattered in the sheer feeling of the cold.

"You're freezing, take my jacket" he said, pulling off his jacket and beginning to drape it around my arms.

"No. Answer the question. I know we're not official. But you've lied to me. And relationship aside for the moment, you were supposed to be one of my closest friends. Friends don't lie" I said, extremely hurt, pushing the jacket back onto him.

Freddie watched from behind and gave me sympathetic looks.

"I was drunk, I'm sorry. Freddie and I were dancing, and then she was there. And if I'm honest at first I thought she was you!" He defended himself.

My mouth hung open in offence, "you're just digging yourself a deeper hole here, Taylor"

He gulped and reached out to put the jacket on me.

"Please. I really didn't know what I was doing" He whispered into my skin, holding the front of the jacket, that was now on me, together.

My breathing hitched as I looked up at him. To be honest he did look really sorry, and I swear his eyes even had a few tears in them.

But my instincts took over. I pushed away, his jacket hanging loosely between the tips of his fingers.

"I can't" I whispered. A few tears falling over my cheeks.

"You're fine, that's all I came to see" I nodded, before turning away and beginning to walk.

"Rose, please" Roger begged.

I didn't even turn back as I made my way back to the bus.

I heard a crash and could only assume that he had kicked the shutters over the windows.

"Roger, she's right. But calm down" I heard Freddie saying.

He didn't know how much he had ruined this right now. And this was exactly what I was afraid of from the start. The thing that everyone promised me wouldn't happen.

Well look at us now.