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XVI

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C H A P T E R S I X T E E N

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roger's point of view

The year was 1973, I had turned 24 three months ago and I had been with the girl I loved for just over a month now and I was very slowly, but surely, falling in love with her. She had me head over heals every time I got to wake up next to or spend time with her.

The band were very supportive of our decision to become official and John was more than happy to let me have his little sister I call my princess.

Although things were great on the home front with me and my super personal life, the other part of my personal life, the band, wasn't so great. We had released our first album two weeks before my birthday and it didn't have the success we were hoping for.

It really got us down in the dumps as we had worked so hard and sacrificed so much with the hopes to achieve something a reasonably good size, but unfortunately that wasn't the case. It just motivated us more to prove that we could so somewhat better.

Sometimes when I thought about it too much I would get carried away and lock myself in my room, or punch a wall, usually resulting in why my knuckles and fingers were constantly bruised. Sometimes I got so angry that I had to eliminate the time I spent with Olivia because I was scared that I was going to take my anger out on her and she didn't deserved to be hurt at all.

I was sitting with a few pieces of paper in my hand, writing possible song ideas and all the ways I wanted to express my love for my Olivia girl, when I was interrupted by the phone ringing. Olivia wasn't home for the third day in a row because of work and this was the first time in two days I hadn't given my wall a punch. I had been spending the last few days at home, not using my break from the studio as I should by spending it with my love, but instead punching walls and writing songs about irrelevant things that will never come to life.

I got so lost in my thoughts that I forgot about the phone ringing.

I threw myself over the side of the lounge and raced to the phone and picked it up, taking a deep breath before answering.

"Hello? Roger speaking."

"Roger? Hi baby, it's Olivia."

"Hi darlin', how are you my love?"

"I'm good thank you, how are you? I miss you love."

"I'm alright." I answered with low life behind my voice.

"Roger." she scolded.

"Hm?"

"Whats wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, why you asking love?"

"No point lying to me Rog, I went over and spent time with John yesterday."

"Oh."

"Oh is right, I'm coming over from his, is that alright?"

"What? You're coming over?!"

"Yeah love, I told you that I had work off a few days ago, don't you remember?"

"I suppose not, but hurry up I miss you baby."

"Alright love, I'm coming, I'm coming. I'll see you soon okay?"

"I love you, be safe."