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29. Apology Accepted?

My feet propelled me with a ferocious urgency as I stormed down St Anne's Court. Colliding with numerous people along the way, I paid no heed to their well-being or offered any apologies for my reckless movements. One singular thought consumed my mind, and it would not relent until I resolved this mess once and for all.

Ascending the stairs to Trident Studios, I hastened to the main entrance. Without a moment's hesitation, I approached the reception desk where the familiar young woman sat. It had been an agonising week since Veronica inadvertently revealed Roger's infidelity to Emma, and I could no longer endure the incessant bickering and the suffocating atmosphere that had permeated the preceding seven days. Retrieving my ID from my pocket, a rare instance of remembering to bring it, I carelessly tossed it onto the receptionist's desk.

"Are Queen here?" I asked, my voice devoid of emotion, already striding around the desk and down the hallway towards studio D. I afforded the receptionist no time to respond as I swiftly grasped the doorknob. Fortunately, no recording was taking place at that moment, granting me unhindered entry. Brian sat on the sofa in the control room, unaware of my arrival.

Though a pang of guilt tugged at my heart, I completely disregarded my boyfriend and surveyed the control room and live room. Freddie entered my field of vision, expecting the usual enthusiastic greeting, but instead, I locked eyes with him and issued a question with a steely tone and a jaw slightly clenched.

"Where is he?" A look of confusion washed over his face, and Brian approached, reaching out to touch my shoulder. However, before his hand could make contact, I caught sight of the drummer casually enjoying a beer in the live room.

"I'm going to fucking kill him," I muttered, shoving past Freddie and setting my sights on Roger, who seemed unphased by my approach. I halted mere inches away from him, thrusting a finger in his direction. "You are the biggest arsehole alive! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I bellowed, causing him to furrow his brows in bewilderment.

"I don't know what you're talking about—" Roger attempted to dismiss me, but his patronising tone only fuelled my anger. I felt my nostrils flare as he nonchalantly began walking away, retreating back into the control room. Without hesitation, I followed him, my determination for answers driving me forward. Brian reached out in a feeble attempt to pull me in his direction, but I forcefully shoved his arm aside, refusing to be restrained.

"I'm not going to do anything. I just want to know why the fuck you can't keep you dick in your trousers and then not have the fucking decency to talk to your girlfriend after she finds out!" My words were laced with a seething rage, each syllable punctuated by my mounting frustration.

In that instant, Roger abruptly spun around, his sudden movement nearly startling me to my core. "I have tried to talk to her!" he bellowed, the sudden increase in volume causing a flicker of anxiety to dance within me.

"Back it up a bit, mate," Brian interjected, his voice calm yet firm, positioning his arm as a barrier between Roger and me. "There's no need to shout at her."

"What gives her the right to shout at me?!" Roger whined, reverting to his usual temper-tantrum self whenever he felt cornered and uncomfortable.

"Well, you don't have to stoop to the same level, do you? Just calm down. Both of you," Brian scolded, his gaze darting back and forth between us. He glanced at Freddie, who leisurely sipped his beer and shook his head. For once, Freddie Mercury wanted no part in our volatile drama, and I couldn't blame him. I had entangled myself so deeply in this web of chaos that I stood mere inches away from unleashing my pent-up fury upon Roger.

As I gradually regained a semblance of composure, my tone softened, though the intensity still lingered. "You better start talking, Taylor, while I'm not inclined to beat the living shit out of you," I warned, glancing at Brian, who steadfastly kept his arm between us.