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"But my dreams, they aren't as empty as my conscience seems to be."
It had been a year since that night and not a lot had changed. The band was still together, Freddie and I got along quite well and I became good friends with his girlfriend Mary. Roger and I were still sleeping together. It didn't mean anything to us, we were just two friends that fooled around with each other, neither of us expecting commitment.
I was sitting in the van with boys, driving to pick up Freddie from work. We pulled the van up and he walked over, folding up the newspaper in his hands. "You're late." He told us and climbed into the van.
The van had reached halfway to our destination and shockingly broke down. Again. I was sitting on the grass, hoping to get a nice tan on my legs while John tried to fix the van and Roger was walking around, complaining.
"This is bollocks." He complained.
"It's counter-clockwise, I think you'll find John," Brian spoke, walking over to the rest of the group.
"Oh, is it? Thank you, Brian. Would you like to do it? Please, feel free." John sassed back and I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit.
"No, no, no." Brian raised his hands. "Doing a good job." John only nodded at him and continued his work.
"We sold out every pub and uni south of Glasgow and I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere, eating a ham sandwich!" Roger continued his complaining and I rolled my eyes.
"I think you'll find that we're all stuck in the middle of nowhere," I shouted over to them.
"And I can see you're doing a great job trying to fix the van," Roger commented and I gave him the finger.
"Trouble is we're just not thinking big enough." Freddie stopped our arguing.
"What have you got in mind, Fred?" Brian asked cautiously. Whenever Freddie had an idea, it was usually a very strange one, and it didn't always end great.
"An album." He answered and I stood up from the grass, kind of excited as to how he was going to carry this one out.
"We can't afford an album," John told him.
"Oh, we'll find a way," Freddie spoke ominously. "How much do you think we can get for this van?" He questioned and I instantly turned towards Roger. This van was like his baby. He loved it more than anything.
"I hope you're joking."
"I don't think he's joking, Rog." I laughed, causing the blonde to glare at me.
