POV Isabella
Rog and I made up. We inform our friends. Sue and I made company for the boys and we talked about the quiet life in Brighton, the pubs, the music. Roger, Freddie, Bri and John had drunk beer a little over the counter and were a little cheerful. I asked Rog to go with the boys to the inn they are in before they get drunk totally. It's already two in the morning and Sue and I are leaving, too.
On Saturday during the day, they went to the pub to rehearse, after all they will have another presentation at night. At the performance on Saturday night I sang the two songs I had sung yesterday and they played and then they did the Queen presentation and the pub was packed. People were worshiping the boys band. This time they ate after the presentation and I served them and we talked a lot. Roger got a hot blonde from the pub. Freddie, Bri, and John have said that since Roger's last loving disappointment in March, he has not stopped with women.
"Rog has the instinct of a womanizer, when he's single, he's got hundreds of women, dear Isabella, but when he really falls in love and happens to be cheated he suffers a lot. It's painful for him. Said Freddie.
"The pain of betrayal, of being deceived I know how it is, I've been betrayed, too," he said taking my juice.
Freddie said Roger does not show it, but he's a sensitive boy.
"I believe he has created this barrier of showing coolness to suffer no more romantic disillusionment, and also because he has suffered much in childhood and adolescence with his father," Bri said, taking a drink.
"Does he keep in touch with his father?" Asked Sue.
"No," said John. "Every now and then, Michael calls Roger's mother Winifred in Truro and asks for Roger and Clare, but they both suffered horrors and did not want to be in touch with their father and they were right.
"They are very accurate," said Sue.
I looked at Roger who was kissing the blonde and he held a glass of beer.
On Sunday afternoon, around six in the afternoon, at the beginning of the Mass, when the assembly was already sitting, even Sue was in the first row of the benches, the choir was already singing, when suddenly four boys dressed in bare clothes with torn trousers And flamboyant shirts and t-shirts. Rog had a dark blue beret on his head. They looked at me and waved. I felt like laughing, but I was concentrating on singing. I do not know what happened, but by the time they went to sit on the backseat of the church, Freddie stumbled and fell from his mouth to the floor, making the biggest noise. The assembly turned to them and looked at them in amazement. The choir stopped singing and I laughed softly. If the priest knew these four freaks are my friends, he'd kick me out of the choir, hahaha.
"Is there a problem, young men?" The priest asked Freddie, Roger, John, and Brian.
"Trouble, some priest, I just stumbled," Freddie said in embarrassment.
Then the choir sang again and Sue looked back and waved to the boys and signaled that there was room in the front seats for them to sit.
"Dear ones, look, Sue is calling us," Freddie said a little loudly, and they all listened again and turned to look at them.
The choir continued to sing, but, I was already holding myself so I would not laugh again. At this point, Roger, Brian, Freddie and John left the backseats and instead of going to the front seat by the side of the church, they were right in the middle, where a couple come in for the wedding.
John, who was wearing a larger clog he wrapped around the large red carpet in the center of the hall and fell from his ass to the floor. Again the choir stopped singing and the assembly began to laugh. I did not take it and laughed.

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FanfictionIsabella Marins Linstey, is a young Brazilian chef who lives in London. She studied at the prestigious French School of Gastronomy Le Cordon Bleu. She was raised by her grandparents from the age of ten when her parents died in an automobile accident...