Now I'm Here

Chapter 18- Don't Move, Don't Speak, Don't Feel No Shame

Deaky opened his eyes, to bright lights in the middle of the night. 

"Well, this looks nifty!" Freddie smiled. 

"Wh-where are we?" Roger falsettoed, everyone turned their heads towards him, "Thank you friends for all of your lovely attention. I appreciate it."

A older looking women tried to say something to them in English, but her accent was thick and they had a hard time understanding. 

"We are English," Brian said.

"We are German," the girl spoke, "Welcome to the first ever carnival in Cologne!"

"Oh fun a carnival!" Deaky giggled. 

The boys were excited to explore the first ever carnival and funny enough, it wasn't too different from a modern day carnival. There were plenty of games and fun things to do. Of course, Roger and Freddie teamed up to go cause trouble. 

Deaky and Brian, really liked to watch some of the fun performances. Lots of people: both men and women were in the streets and as opposed to watching it in the ways Freddie and Roger were (mainly sexual reasons), Brian and John were watching it because they found the tradition very interesting. 

"Hey, Roggie," Freddie called.

"What's up?" Roger asked. 

"Wanna go get our faces painted," Freddie offered. 

"Oh my God, yes!" Roger shouted. 

"Have fun!" Brian smiled, his canine teeth showing. (oh my I cant)

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Roger returned an hour later, Roger had drag queen makeup on and Freddie had his face painted to look like a cat. 

"Well you like nice," Brian snickered. 

"Don't we look absolutely stunning, darling," Freddie said. 

"Do all wanna go play a game?" Deaky asked.

"What game?" Roger asked. 

"How about we play that one balloon game," Roger suggested. 

"Oh my gosh, yes, the one where you sit on a balloon and see who can pop it first wins a prize?" Deaky asked.

"Yes!" Roger replied. 

They all got balloons and sat their skinny asses down on top of the balloons . Brian stood up and jumped on the balloon, his ankle twisting.

"Ah, shit," Brian mumbled. 

Finally, as Brian sat in pain, Roger popped his balloon.

"Good job, Roger," Brian smiled, even though he was trying not to cry because his ankle hurt. 

"What the hell is wrong with your ankle?" Roger asked, as he noticed Brian's ankle turned blue and was extremely swollen. 

"I fridging did something to my ankle," Brian said, trying not to swear. 

"Oh my Lord! We need to get you some help!" Freddie exclaimed.

So they spent the rest of the night trying to find someone.

And what happened to them? You 'll have to find out. 

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