"I'll go to town with Freddie, ok? We'll
meet back here at five o'clock. If there's any news about Brian, we'll
ring the engineers at the studios. Come on, let's start."
Freddie laughed. He really wasn't taking
this whole missing-Brian thing seriously. "You're a control-freak, aren't
you?" You nod your head with determination and jumped into the BMW before
John or Roger had time to protest. Freddie drove, quite recklessly, actually.
He had tremendous fun skidding around the mountain roads.
"Where would Brian be? Especially without
his clog?" You asked Freddie. "Where does he hang out in town?"
"I know old Brian likes his haunts. Bars
and pubs, having a quick Guiness." Freddie thought, out aloud. "Despite
all, it isn't like him to just leave us like this. We'll go to the Montage.
See if he's there."
You nodded your head. It wasn't before
long you were anxiously looking for the Maymaster in many bars. Freddie
was getting fairly tired and sat down to have a drink himself. "What's
the problem? There are others looking for him too." You sighed. It was
a hopeless situation. Even asking the locals if they had seen him was a
tricky move. What if they suspected something was going on? You seemed
to be more uptight about this situation than Freddie was.
"Just loosen up a little ok? Vodka martini."
Freddie called you a drink.
"Omigod! Look Freddie!"
"That's disgusting... I'll call the bartender!
Excuse -"
"No Freddie, Brian has been here, previously!
Brian has been here today!"
or
Take it under
your wing and keep looking elsewhere?
Adventures
with Roger Taylor #2981 Roger charmingly grinned at you. What are
you waiting for? The two of you walked down the mountain road, occasionally
checking if a cab came roaring down the mountain. The two of you weren't
too fussed about Brian. Roger and you talked about a great variety
of things, he was pretty charming. You first thought he was trying to hit
on you, but you thought the idea was far too ill-conceived. Why would
Roger do such a thing? It wasn't long before you came upon Brian's apartment.
Roger pressed the buzzer, without a response.
"Bri, I know you're in there. Don't need
to be stroppy, just let Uncle Roger in. I've got chocolate."
You almost laughed. It was all too ridiculous.
Roger shook his head and smiled. Nevermind, he whispered. He just opened
the security door and walked up the apartment stairs and opened Brian's
door. He always left his spare key under the doormat. Fool. Roger opened
the door widely to reveal Brian's scaringly-neat apartment.
"Brian?" You called out. "Y'here?"
Roger went in the other rooms. You looked
under the cushions and the couch. Suddenly there was a scream from the
other room! What had just happened? "Roger!" You called out.
You ran to the bathroom, only to find Roger
sitting on the bathtub with "The Look" on his face. You were absolutely
startled. However, Roger was extremely calm, without Brian to be seen anywhere.
"What? I thought you were in trouble!" You said breathlessly.
Roger devilishly grinned. "No, actually,
it's the other way around."
In short, you didn't get
around to finding Brian. However you did have an enjoyable afternoon
with Roger. CONGRATULATIONS!
"I suppose you're right." You said, fiddling
with the beer towel on the bar. You were so anxious you started pulling
out cotton strands from the small towel. You let out a small mutter under
your breath and looked down. Ahh! Omigod! There was a long black curly
strand of hair! Brian had been here previously!
PS Brian was found conscious
in a fishing boat in Lake Ontario, Toronto, Canada. He was ok.