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XXVI

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

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olivia's point of view

Lunch was a hit.

Catching up with the boys, laughing, and of course, eating, long awaited after our long trip and Roger and I's forgotten breakfast, a large lunch meal was most appreciated.

At lunch, we talked about how tour had been going and you could tell through the glimmer and sparkle in their eyes that they really enjoyed what they were doing and their passion grew at every opportunity they were given.

Given that they were very tired from all their shows, their moods and attitudes had seemed to take a lift since the four of us girls got here, and I have no doubt that it would stay that way, due to them having a two day break from performing, letting us catch up with each other, and all of us, more so the boys, catching up on lost sleep.

Us being at the largest table right smack bang in the middle of the restaurant was not well received, all eight of us receiving constant glares from other lunch goers due to laughing too loud or trying to talk over the top of each other due to our excitement.

All of us involved in our smaller conversations, that would soon be forgotten in the tired, yet slightly bubbly and energetic state we were all in, Freddie begins to make a toast with his soda water, which takes most of us by surprise to not see him drinking at a ridiculous hour like one O'clock in the afternoon.

"I'd like to make a toast," He says, lifting up his glass, encouraging all of us to do the same with our drinks ranging from water to fizzy drinks. "To all of us, the girls, Queen, our music, and great times ahead, that we all have a fun time along the road, take every opportunity we have to get absolutely shit faced-"

"Maybe not every opportunity." Mary says, slapping his shoulder in which we all laugh in response, still holding our glasses up.

"Right, and too engage in some, loving, I suppose, time with our beautiful partners. Cheers loves!"

"Cheers!" We all recite, clinking glasses with one another before taking a sip and resuming in previous conversations that were left a short time ago.

"I'm glad you're all here now," John says, giving us all a gleaming smile. "Because we're all getting annoyed with each other, and the continuous talk of our partners, especially Roger and his non-stop talk about you, Olivia." He says, squinting his eyes and pointing at me, accusing me of wrong, and I wasn't phased by his sarcastic remarks. He was my brother after all.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." I say, smirking and picking up a small fry and flinging it at him, which he merely doges.

"I mean, it's not, but it's annoying, especially when he shows us the same polaroid over and over, every time he gets pissed drunk and upset-"

"On the tour bus, might I add." Brian adds, quirking his brow as I listen intensively, keeping my hand on Roger's bouncing knee to the right of me as he engaged in another conversation with Chrissie.

"Right," John continues. "The polaroid of you sleeping on the lounge in his Elvis jumper, you're all snuggled up and-"

"Sorry, which polaroid?"

"The one of you sleeping, in his Elvis jumper, and your hair is all over the place and you're on the lounge." John continues describing, making a blush rise to my cheeks.