Doing All Right

Prologue

Brian...

With the last strum of his guitar and Freddie singing that final note, Brian knew the show was over. A quick nod to Deaky and Roger and the boys made their way down to Freddie. He smiled, waving to the roaring crowd before he gave one final bow and made his way to the exit of the stage. He walked as fast as he could, Security pushing groups of people out of the way. All Brian wanted at this point was a cup of tea and a towel.

Once finally away from the noise and crowd, he made his way into the dressing room collapsing onto the chairs. Sitting in robe and a towel over his head, he watched the rest of his bandmates clean the sweat of their heads and talking about the concert. Brian most 100% did not feel in the mood to participate in a piss match about what they need to fix. Sitting up and walking past his bandmates, he grabbed his clothes changing.

"Brian dear, I've decided to throw a party. Are you attending?" Freddie questioned. Once he had his clean shirt over his head he turned looking at Freddie.

"I don't know Fred, not really the best night for me." Brian stated in a flat tone.

"Oh come on Bri, you always come up with these excuses! At least have a drink with me." Deaky, normally being reserved, was very excited about the party tonight. Stepping out of his comfort zone. You looked over at Roger, he was cleary lost in his own thoughts.

"Are you going Rog?" he questioned.

Staring at Rog, he saw his eyes widen at the question, "Of course." Roger responded.

Brian inhaled sharply, "I guess I can go then. Only for a few drinks!"

That was a bold lie and he knew it. Freddie just smirked at him and replied.

"Lovely darling! Garden Lodge, show up whenever." Freddie said enthusiastically.

Brian grabbed his guitar case and made his way out of the dressing room. He was very much planning on getting horribly shit faced tonight.

Roger...

A final bang of his drum, Roger held up up his drumsticks for the cheering crowd. His eyes found their guitarist nod over at him, which made his heart twinge slightly as he stood up and made his way towards back stage, waving at a few screaming fans as he passed. Before he could even breathe, Roger was swarmed by a particularly excited group of girls.

    After fending off the group of squealing women, Roger was faced with Freddie.

"Roger, darling, I've rounded up a few people to have a party after this." Of course Roger was down for one of Freddie's wild parties. He nodded with a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Freddie then stopped Brian who was making his way out of the dressing room and asked him if he wanted to attend. Brian scowled in apprehension, but then he turned to Roger. His hazel eyes still having a hint of irritation.

"Are you going Rog?" Roger hated the idea of Brian not being there and so without hesitation he said, "Of course."

Brian let out a sigh that made Roger's lip curl up into an extremely smug grin.

"I guess I can go, but only for a few drinks!"

"Lovely darling! Garden Lodge, show up whenever." Freddie enthused, causing the four to disperse.  As he reached his dressing room, he started getting ready.

'Maybe tonight can be my chance.' Roger thought as he dabbed sweat off his forehead with a towel. Roger had been harbouring feelings for Brian for years. This thought made him a  shiver creep down his spine, he knew it would never happen. When Roger was done freshening up, he took apart his kit and lugged it into his car. He climbed inside his car and started the engine. Just like Brian, Roger planned on getting hideously shit faced.