Days of Our Lives (Book 2)

Chapter 3 - Fight From the Inside

Saturday, 12th July, 1986

Wembley Arena, London

-No, it's not gonna be okay, Mr Taylor - I raised my eyes on him - you have to replace that.

-Please, call me Gavin. - he sent me a light smile, as we were standing behind Roger's drum-kit.

-Lyvia - I answered and because I felt myself in embarrassment, I took a quick look down to the floor, where Crystal was busy with the kick drum pedal - but I'm telling you. Last night the cameraman was here, behind him, all the time and it was annoying for Roger. He blocked his way when he wanted to get on but mainly when he wanted to get off stage. You know he has to move quickly then, not much time for him. Not to mention when Roger threw his head backwards... - I didn't want to continue what happens during the gig, when Roger throws his head backwards. I guess he already heard from the cameraman who was there to film Roger last night, at the first gig in Wembley...let's just say, he had to have a shower and to clean his camera. But Crystal, who heard all the conversation, laughed out loud now:

-Yeah, poor fellow...though I warned him. - he kept on laughing while getting up from the tiny space between the stool and the floor toms. I also smiled myself when I turned to the director of the Wembley concert:

-So Gavin, it's just not gonna be fine, you have to replace him.

-Okay - he stepped closer to the drum-kit, seemingly thinking hard for a couple of moments - Aaaand...what if I place him here, under the stairs? - he finally pointed left to the drum-kit, under the catwalk - Then... - now he stepped under the catwalk between the tiny space of the hi-hats and Roger's amp - Aham, I think this can work. Lyvia, would you sit on that stool for a moment?

-Me? - I looked at him confused.

-Yes, just to make sure... - he held his hands before his eyes, forming a square, like he would be looking through an eye of a camera. - Lyvia, please - he called me and I hesitated for a moment, then sat down to Roger's stool:

-Roger's gonna kill me for that. - I mumbled to Crystal, who was fine-tuning one of the floor toms, but he didn't answer anything, only laughed.

-Uhmm...you're almost as tall as Roger, aren't you? - Gavin asked.

-What? Me? - I looked at him confused again.

-Yes, only asking because of the ratios. You're almost as tall as Roger, right?

-No, not really. - I felt my face becoming red again - He's two inches taller.

-That's okay, we can deal with that. - Gavin nodded, still his hands before him.

-This Gavin guy would be reeeeally surprised if he knew how your ratios are matching. - Crystal mumbled still tuning the floor tom, not being able to hide the smile in his voice.

-Shut up, CT! - I poked him in his ribs with my elbow.

-Hey! - he looked at me disapprovingly - All I was saying just...

-All I'm saying is just to shut the fuck up, or I'll tell Roger that YOU made me sit on his stool. - I interrupted him.

-Whatever, but we both know what will happen at the end of the night. - now he poked me.

-CT, I swear...- I rolled my eyes and held my hand to slap his arm, but Gavin spoke up again, so we both stopped like kids in school caught on trick:

-Yes, that's perfect. We can make some beautiful totals and better close-ups from here. - Gavin nodded then pointed above his head, to the stairs - And the cameraman will be safe from Roger's spits. - hearing this both Crystal and me laughed out, while Gavin packed himself out from beneath the catwalk and stepped to the front of the drum-kit - Okay, thanks for your help, Lyvia. If you don't mind, I go and check on the other things now.