Love Of My Life

Chapter Thirteen - Doing All Right

Chapter Thirteen – Doing All Right

One and a half months later

Five months pregnant

I had been in the crowd tonight, Saturday, on the edge of town. It was last show here in Brussels before heading to Munich. I sat out in the crowd by the bar sipping on some orange juice. I was oddly enough not extremely huge by this point, the babies flipping and kicking around inside me. It was so much fun touring with the band. Things were different, it wasn't all partying now like the last time, after the concerts we all went for food and sat and talked before passing out in our hotel rooms. The boys would drink but not until they were blue in the face. Normally i would fall asleep in Roger's arms in the tour bus while returning to the hotels. John had found out Veronica was pregnant, but she had returned back to England. They had been trying for awhile and she didn't want to risk anything now it had finally happened. I sat at the bar finishing up on my drink as My eyes staring at the stage watching Roger smashing the hell out of his drums playing the Seven Seas Of Rhye. I finished up on my juice heading out onto the dance floor wobbly about as they finished.

"This next song is for that one girl in the crowd always supporting us. She's firm and dramatic and she's strong and certainly isn't afraid to put us in our place..." Brian was cut off by John.

"Especially Roger!" John chuckled

"Meg... Thank you for everything, you are honestly what we needed" Freddie said over the cheering.

"She's a Killer Queen!" Brian shouted out to me as i looked up from my glass hearing my name, they had dedicated a different song to me each time they played now. The music started as i found myself moving onto the dance floor swaying to the music.

"She keeps her Moet et Chandon, in her pretty cabinet. "Let them eat cake", she says, just like Marie Antoinette, a built-in remedy, for Kruschev and Kennedy. At anytime an invitation, I can't decline. Caviar and cigarettes. Well versed in etiquette. Extraordinarily nice" Freddie burst out belting each line with all his soul as i swayed dancing in the crowd. I could feel Rogers gaze burning against my skin as our eyes met. He gave me a wink as a cigarette hung between his lips, beer spraying up as he hit his drums. I had never been more attracted to him, and it was the biggest turn on when we returned to our room. If i wasn't passed out, sex was always on the cards. His smelled of smoke, sweat and beer. Probably the most unattractive smell but it was Roger and nothing could and would be unattractive.

"She's a Killer Queen. Gunpowder, gelatine. Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind. Anytime. Recommended at the price. Insatiable an appetite. Wanna try?"

I shine on the dance floor, indulging myself in the music amid the other writhing bodies, glowing with enthusiasm and effort, lost in the music someone's hands on my hips, hands I don't recognise holding me, twirling me. I came face to face with the stranger holding me. Wait...not a stranger... I knew him.

"Matt?" I shout over the music, i knew the guy "Oh my god what are you doing here?" He leads me through the crowd to the bar.

"I'm travelling. Jesus you look fucking great! I haven't seen you since Billy Madrazzo's Christmas party" I burst into laughter "What a night that was...it was the last time we...kissed" He smirked

"Nine years ago. Seriously, you look good, you've barely aged" I brushed off his comment.

"Why are you here?" He questioned ordering two drinks.

""Uh just the one shot, I'll have a lemonade!" i correct his order turning my attention back to him. "I'm gathering you haven't seen the news or any paper or magazine? I'm here with the band. Well, i'm with the drummer" I say lifting my left hand showing off the massive rock engagement ring and wedding band.