Finding the Way | 𝗥𝗼𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗼𝗿

Chapter 12

The March of the Black Queen was one of her favorite songs to have ever been composed by her and Freddie. Even though Nevermore, that was written by Freddie, was also in the list since it was so beautifully inputted in the album.

She couldn't help herself but to rock her head as she heard the final result of it. Roger was thrilled to hear that The Loser In The End was her favorite song, even though she was just saying it so he could feel proud about himself.

He wrote the song by himself while playing the drums. He asked Deaky, Brian, and Audrey to stay in the studio at dawn so they could finish the song. It ended with Audrey being asleep on the couch as Roy took the lead and recorded Brian's solo as she was asleep in Deaky's lap.

Deaky was snoring so loud that Roy had to throw him a pen so he could close his mouth.

"I feel dead", she realised one day, as they were making the final results finally after seven months of deprived sleep and little or no food. She was so thin that most of her clothes were big on her. She was used to using the medium size, and now she hated her body and herself for letting it happen. "As soon as we get home, I swear to God I have to eat homemade food or either I'll choke you on your sleep, Deaky."

"I'll call Ronnie, don't worry", he assured her with a soft smile. But she was sulking.

She even growled when Brian kissed her forehead as he made his way out to meet Chrissy. Everyone around her was in love, well, everyone minus Roger that was busy making out with another girl. She sighed as she even noticed Roy smiling on the telephone as he called his wife.

Audrey kind of understood why the representatives didn't take her in. She didn't have an exciting life or anything to tell. She felt John's eyes over her, and she tried to smile at him, but she couldn't. "Bloody hell", she mumbled and then took his hand to take him out.

He was surprised but still went after her.

"There is something wrong, you were right", she finally confessed. His face was stained with worry.

"What is it?"

"They said they didn't want me", she choked on her tears but quickly wiped them. "They basically said I'm passionate but boring and that I wouldn't sell"

"That's awful, Aud", he then quickly hugged her as he heard someone was going out of the studio. "When did they tell you that?"

"Before starting the album, around the time you sensed something was wrong", she confessed.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why do you have to take the pain all by yourself?", he didn't let her go since he was sure someone was staring at them. So he kept his voice low. "You know you can trust me,"

"I know, I know... it's just that I-", she wanted to stop crying so hard. She wiped her tears and then sighed. "It's hard for me, I want to do things by myself, do something, or be someone. It doesn't matter."

"You are Audrey Jane Deacon, my dearest cousin, a brilliant songwriter, an amazing producer, and my best friend - most of all. You are someone to me, to my parents, to your friends, to the band!", he took her by the shoulders and made her look at his eyes. She stopped crying but she was with the crying face. "So don't you ever say that you are not someone... if you weren't by my side, I most likely wouldn't have been in the band, anyway", he made a nervous expression as he let out a little laugh, still serious, though. "I love you so much you don't ever realise that I feel uneasy whenever you hide your emotions to me... because I feel you don't trust me. "

Audrey shook her head. "That's not true! And you know it, it's just that I know I can handle the pain on my own, since it's MY pain. "

"Your pain is my pain, Aud", he smiled at her, and she now gave him a sincere small smile. "Come here, you dimwit", and they kept hugging for a little while.