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Broken Beats : Dealor

Rogers POV:
(The Rainbow 1974)
I was trying my hardest to concentrate on the beat, the tempo of the music, the sound of Freddie's voice singing Jailhouse Rock clouding my ears. I was so angry, everything was going wrong! I had just had an argument with John before we went on and my mic stopped working, I was out of time, it was all getting to me.

As the song was coming to an end and my beats where meant to get faster, it all got worse. I felt like I could explode, I had too much alcohol in my system, to much anger in my system, I was too stressed for this. I noticed as John retreaded from the front of the stage to back next to me, still bouncing his head with the beat. My beat, that wasn't right. I could see the slight confusion on his face and he strained awkwardly to play his own instrument. Seeing that I had made my other bandmates unable to play I got worse. Everything was coming in on me, the lights, the crowd, the screaming, the screech of the microphone, the blisters on my hands. It all became too much and I was about to blow and I knew it. I just had to finish the last few hits, the adrenaline and anger pumping through my veins.

I looked over to see John still standing close to my set which was bound to crash down any second.
"John! Move get out the fucking way!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, yet with the all the other sounds he was only just able to hear, looking at me shock in his eyes but still not moving.

"Move!!!" I yelled again this time causing him to quickly get out of the way just before it all came crashing down.

I smashed drums as hard as I could with my sticks, breaking them in half before pushing a drum out of the way. It felt so good, to let my anger out, so I pushed all of the others. They came crashing down, the cymbals making an awful sound as the collided with the floor. Freddie and Brian leaped back suddenly obvious very shocked at my sudden outburst before quickly running off, Freddie shouting a thank you to the cheering crowd as he did.

I stayed alone on the stage still demolishing my set, feeling better with every sound of chaos, until all that was left was my stool which I kicked over with my foot. I snatched up the nearly empty vodka bottle that sat near what once was my drum set and smashed it over the remains of the set, before running off backstage.

I felt free at first, relieved, like a weight lifted off my shoulders, but then it settled in. I had just freaked out, ruined my set, in front of an audience, nearly killing Freddie in the process, I wasn't angry anymore, I didn't know what I felt. Once again all sounds clouded around my ears, the calls of the groupies and producers, my bandmates, my best friends, one my boyfriend where no where to be seen. I felt like everything was spinning like I was falling, then I realised, I was. I was falling, slipping out of consciousness, unable to stop myself, but I never hit the ground, because someone caught me.

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Johns POV:
That was a shock. A complete shock, we where preforming the finale and it was going great- well I thought it was. I stepped back over to Rog, I could see he was angry and stressed out. He screamed at me to go, his eyes flickering about the place. I was about to ask him what was wrong when he yelled at me to go again, I decided it was best to talk after the show. He was still probably mad at me after our arguments, so I hurried away from him and just in time as right after I heard his drums crash down. Freddie and Bri rushed off and I saw the drums only just miss Fred as they came tumbling down.

When the rest of us where all backstage Rog was still on, still trashing his precious drum set, this had to be bigger than just our little spat. We where ushered to the dressing rooms, leaving Roger behind. I pushed passed all the different people that gathered in the small corridors, back to the wings of the stage and saw Roger stumbling off. His eyes where darkened and clouded over, I saw his breathing fasten and rushed over just in time as he fell, catching him in my arms.