Eden's POV:
I was shocked but tried to keep my cool behind a faint smile, "Oh no seriously I'm fine, you don't have to"
"It's no problem, unless you don't want me to" he cut me off.
"Umm, you know what, okay but I owe you one" I replied, I didn't want to act as if I didn't want him to but I also didn't want to seem too eager. " 'Scuse my ignorance, I forgot what the bartender called you, Emma?"
"I'm Eden" I smiled
"John" he let out his had to shake and although it seemed formal, I could tell he was sweet and charming. "Were you playing with that band a minute ago?". I knew full well he was but I couldn't risk him thinking I was a massive fan.
"Yes, I play bass, although I don't really know if the band is really going far enough for me to say I'm a bassist."
"I'll be honest, I've never seen you or the band anywhere before, but from the last few minutes that I saw, I could tell you work well together, as for your playing, it's incredible."
He let out a sigh but continued talking about the band to (which I later learned they were called "Queen"). He also began telling me about how he met a singer, Freddie Bulsara, a guitarist, Brian May and drummer, Roger Taylor. The drummers name caught my attention, but I was sure it was just a coincidence that I knew another Roger Taylor, I refused to believe they were the same until I could see him face to face.
Later on, I looked at my watch, fuck. I had been talking with John for an hour, and the other members of the band were drunk and all over the place. John, however, was pretty much sober, but Freddie was his ride to the hotel and John couldn't drive at all. I wasn't sure whether to ask him if he wanted to crash at mine for the night, I thought he might think I was leading him on to something, but I had no intentions of doing so.
"Listen, you can say no, obviously, but since it looks like everyone's shitfaced, you don't want to crash at my place for the night and then call them in the morning, do you?"
"Really?" He replied, to my relief, " if that's alright. Consider that as your pay back for the drink" he chuckled. "I'll go and let the boys know even thought they won't remember by the morning". And with that he walked off to find them.
I couldn't help but let my eyes follow where he walked, over to a very drunk lad, long, dark blonde hair, with a blazer covering his bare body. Everything was going fine until I caught his face. Roger, Roger Taylor, John's friend, the drummer, the boy who broke my heart but promised me the world, stood across the room from me casually. I gulped hard trying to get rid of the massive lump in my throat. Please don't look over at me, just as long as John didn't mention my name to him or look in my direction.
Of course he did, of course he bloody did.
