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Roger's P.O.V.
"Br-Brian?" My mum says. "Isn't that the name of your car?"

"Maybe. Anyone else named Brian?" I ask her.

"I believe there is a guy is your band named Brian," she says.

"Wait, why would I name my car after Brian?" I ask my mum.

"Oh, no, not that. Brian is new," she responds.

"Oh, okay." I say.

"Brian's the new guy"

~~~a few days later~~~

Freddie's P.O.V.
It's been a while since I talked with the band. Deaky told me that Roger went to the hospital because Joe knocked him out. I got really worried, but he's okay. That leads us to today.

While I'm putting out cat food for my cats I hear the phone ring. "Hey, Freddie," I hear someone from the other line say.

"Brian?" I ask the person. "We haven't talked in a while."

"Yep. It's me," Brian responds. "Are the bandmates free tonight? I wanted to invite them to my house. You know. Like a band meeting or something?"

"Brian, you absolute smarty-pants!" I scream into the phone. "I forgot that bands make music."

"Um, so, are they free?" He asks me.

"Oh, yes, I'm pretty sure," I respond. "Can I bring my cat?"

"Uh, weird question to ask, but sure, why not," he says. "The address is 1984 Charm Street. The zip code is 123457."

"I'll call the other bandmates," I say.

"Good," he says. "Good."

Roger's P.O.V.
I get a phone call. "Hi, darling," I hear Freddie from the other line. "Are you free tonight?"

"Um, yeah. Why?" I ask.

"Brian's inviting us to his house. His address is 1984 Charm Street. The zip code is 123457."

"He's on the same street as me?" I ask myself.

"Do I need to bring anything?" I ask him.

"Do you have a sleeping bag?" Freddie asks.

"No," I respond.

"Well, that sucks to sucks," he says quickly. "Bye, darling!"

~~~a few hours later~~~

"Let's see who this Brian guy was," I say to myself as I arrive to his house.

I slowly knock on his door. It opens quickly, but everything in my head is going in slow motion. I slowly look up and calm down. John opened the door, not Brian.

"Hey, Roger!" He says greeting me. We're having dinner. Come in!"

I walk in to see Brian. A wave of memories crash in my brain and I start to blush a little. "So that was Brian."

~~~a few hours later of band things that i don't know how to explain because i'm a lazy potato~~~

"We should go to bed," Brian says yawning.

"Haha. Um, I can't stay," I say awkwardly. "I have... a curfew."

John looks at me. "Wait a minute. You don't have a curfew, silly." John says smiling. I glare at him.

"What the hell, John."

"Well, now I do. Good day." I say walking to the door.

"Wait," I hear a voice say as they grab my arm. "Stay."

I turn to see Brian. I feel bad. I can't say no. "Fiiiinnneeeeee," I say slowly.

When we get to his room, I realize how big it is. His bedroom is twice the size of mine.

"My beds pretty big, so one of you guys can go to my bed," Brian says. "Whoever's the smallest."

John and Freddie look at me.