A (love) story focusing on Roger and Queen's Magic Tour in 1986. Lyvia joins the production as an assitant and has to deal not only with the unknown world of touring, but after a long time of being alone and lonely, with an unexpected and inevitabl...
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Friday, 20th June, 1986
Leiden, Netherlands
After I did what he asked for, Freddie really left me alone as he promised. He was arguing with Ratty about something he hadn't heard on stage and to fix it for the next gig. So I just finished my drink and cigarette, said goodnight to John and discreetly left, I bet no one even noticed it.
Now I was laying in the bed in my hotel room. I was so very tired, but still couldn't sleep, I was just tossing and turning. I tried to force myself, but when I closed my eyes all I could think about is how Roger kissed me. I still could feel his lips on mine, his strict cuddle and I still could feel his fingers caressing my back and nape. And I still could feel his arms around me from last night, the warmness of his body embracing me and I heard the words he said: "Hey Lyv...I love you". When I turned around in the bed, I still could feel his wonderful, intoxicating scent on the sheets, which made it harder and harder to bear.
"Shit, this is crazy! – I thought – Last night he was drunk, that's why he said it. I bet he didn't even know where he was and whose bed he's laying in! But he said my name...And this kiss...No, this was nothing! It was just Freddie playing and this time I was in the middle. No, no one should ever know that I have feelings for Roger, this is my secret and surely will go away when the tour's over. It's just I haven't had anybody for ages now and he's so gorgeous, though sometimes an arsehole, but deep inside he's more than that...Yes, I have feelings for him, but it doesn't matter, he's got a family..." I opened my eyes and noticed how late it is. "Shit, I really must have some sleep now." But instead I got up from the bed, put on my bathrobe and searched for my cigarettes in the darkness. I wanted to clear my head a bit, so I just stepped out to the tiny balcony and lit a ciggie. My head was still full of thoughts as I was working on it, when suddenly I heard a familiar voice:
-Can't get any sleep?
I looked up to the direction of the voice and though I couldn't see anything, I knew it was Roger who called. His suite was nearly above my room and he was also leaning against the fence of his balcony.
-No, not really. – was all I said.
-Want to join me for a drink?
-I don't think it's a good idea, Roger. I should've been sleeping already.
-Oh, come on, it's just a drink and then you can get sleep easier.
I was hesitating for a moment as I finished my cigarette, but then I shrugged my shoulder:
-Okay, why not. Just a minute and I'll be upstairs.
I stepped back to the room, lit the little lamp on the desk and put on a shirt and shorts that were closest to me. I walked up to Roger's suite and knocked on the door. Soon he opened.
-Hey Lyv, come in. – he was staring at me in quite a strange way as he let me in.
-What? – I asked as I noticed and walked into the room.
