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The truth lies in the lyrics : Breaky

Brian's POV:
Me and John just had a massive argument, he just completely blew up at me, I've never seen him so angry. It was all because of this stupid album, we have been fighting all the time- he's not even sleeping in the same room as me anymore. He has this vision for this album, disco, modern, funky, Fred loves it, Roger doesn't mind but I hate it. We are meant to be a rock band, not some cheesy 80's pop group. He won't even let me have my guitar solos in these songs he's written, the songs aren't badly written but they aren't good either.

He had stormed off again after our row, up to his room locking the door behind him, and he would stay in there for as long as he possibly could. Not even coming out to eat, and sometimes managing to slip out to the toilet without any of us noticing.

I decided to keep my distance, not wanting to make things worse. It was quite late already so I decided to just get to bed. I went into the bathroom, washing my face, de- tangling my hair and brushing my teeth. I took off my clothes until I was only in my boxers and slipped into bed, quickly slipping into sleep as all the fighting had tired me out.

The next morning I woke up feeling like shit. I had a headache, and I felt all achy pretty much everywhere. I stretched out and groaned loudly rubbing my eyes trying to adjust them to the newly found sunlight in my bedroom.

I got dressed and ready for the day, another studio day, so that should be... fun. I trudged down the stairs into the kitchen, Roger was already in there sipping from his mug that had a big blue 'R' printed on the front. He looked up when he heard m presence and fame a small smile.

"Morning Bri." He croaked, looking taken back by the sound of his voice, and clearing his throat.

"Morning Rog, slept well?" I asked putting two slices of bread into the toaster.

"Would have been better without all the shouting." He half joked.

"Sorry about that." I looked down scratching the back of my neck.

"It's fine, you two still not getting on then?" He set down his mug, giving me his full attention.

I sighed sitting down across from him at the kitchen counter, "no, it's this bloody album."

He nodded knowingly, "yeh, it's not the best but I know John really sees something in it so.."

"I suppose." I shrugged, jumping up at the sound of my toast popping up.

Just then Freddie walked down, smiling happily. "Morningggg boyss!" He sung, joining Roger at the kitchen counter.

"Morning Fred." Me and Rog mumbled in amusement at the same time.

"Where's Deaky?" Freddie cocked his head in confusion as John usually came down quite early.

I just shook my head in reply and his smile faded, turning into a sympathetic expression, "another upset?"

"Yep." I sighed loudly, spreading the butter on my toast and taking a bite.

"Oh dear." He shook his head.

"I'm sure he'll come down soon." Roger piped up.

"Hopefully." I half smiled.

"Well we are leaving in 15, I'll go let John know." Freddie sprung up and bolted back upstairs. I could never quite understand how he always had so much energy in him.

When it was time to leave Fred cake back down, with no John however. He read my confused expression and answered my silent question, "he'll make his own was there. He's just working on something." Freddie explained.

I nodded in understanding, taking one last glance at the staircase just incase my boyfriend came running down, his usual happy self instead of this other guy, but alas he didn't show.