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Another update, lovies. I'm sorry it's taken a while, my motivation has just shot down haha.

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C x

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April 1973

Brian

I huffed in annoyance, glancing at the rear-view mirror as I drove steadily down the roads of Kensington. "You're an idiot."

Roger rolled his eyes in the backseat, resting his arm across it. "Why did you have to bring Deacy with you?"

"Because I didn't know the way, Roger, that's why. You're giving me money for the damn petrol; I was not planning to drive all the way to Hammersmith to pick you up." I snapped, my eyes irritatingly heavy from the lack of sleep I'd been getting. "We've left the others alone with vodka and I'm sure they'll be less than sober when we get back."

"Calm ya' knickers, mate. Christ, I don't know what's wrong with you." Roger grumbled, gazing out of the window. He was one of my best friends, sure, but I honestly could have pulled the car over and knocked some of his teeth out right then and there. I couldn't believe he didn't see what was wrong with what he had done.

"Seriously?" I glared back at him momentarily, hands gripping onto the steering wheel. "John, I swear to God... Talk to him, or I will batter him." I said through gritted teeth.

John did so, sighing and turning in his seat. "We're recording an album, Roger. I don't know if you had forgotten that whilst you were down in Hammersmith for God knows what reason. Who lives in Hammersmith for you to be there?" There was a silence as Roger refused to answer. I listened in on the conversation, don't you worry. The silence made me anxious though. John had a point. Why was Roger even in Hammersmith long enough for us to have to leave the studio and pick him up so he could actually join us in recording our ALBUM? John sighed once more. "Stop being pathetic and just answer the question; it's not that difficult." No answer. "Roger, why were you in Hammersmith?"

"I was seeing a friend, if you must know." I could see through the mirror that he was refusing to look Deacy in the eye. I literally wanted to crash the car out of the frustration bubbling up in my chest. It was rare that anybody could pull at my strings, and push my buttons like this – but with the lack of sleep, the stress over the album and Roger's relentless refusal of talking to us rationally like a human being, I just couldn't help but feel niffed at his attitude.

"Roger Meddows Taylor, if you don't just tell us what you were doing within the next ten seconds, I'll pull this car over and smack the living daylights out of you." I warned him. He actually looked at me this time, taken back by my tone.

"Daisy lives in Hammersmith."

I honestly couldn't figure out if I was expecting it, if I was disgusted by it, or if I was taken back by it. It wasn't even my business to worry or fuss over, but God, I thought that ship had sailed. I didn't say anything to him, however; he hated when I did that. When I didn't acknowledge his words or ignored him, he got really riled up. But as you can probably tell, I wasn't in the right frame of mind to give a single fuck about that.

"Oh, wow, so you really are an idiot, then." John replied, to my surprise, and turned in the seat so he was facing the road ahead of us. We were just coming into Soho, so our journey to back to Trident wouldn't be lasting that much longer. I was driving at the maximum speed limit in order to get back as quickly as possible. The thought of seeing Maria and Red put me at ease, and I reminded myself that all the pent-up frustrations I was feeling at that moment could be unleashed through music. That's what I did and that's what I was going to do.