Roger Meddows Taylor pulled up at the cathedral later on.

The wind was gushing, and Roger hadnt even prepared himself. He quickly leaped out of the car, staring up at the grand castle. " Please Let Brian Be Here. " he begged up to the clouds. 

Silence.

Shaking his head in disbelief that this was happening so quick, Roger ran into the church, stopping at the main entrance. It smelled like any other old church, and he could almost taste the rocky, mossed walls that held it all up.

No sign of his Boyfriend.

" Brian!? " he called. " Bri, Darling!? " no reply, just the shadowy echoes bouncing across the large church. " Are You In Here? " he called again. As he expected, no reply.

" Oh No.. " he gasped. The wedding was in about half an hour, and Brian wasnt even there. He walked up to the front of the church where he and Brian would be right now if it was not for that argument.

He looked at the podium of which had two rings on top of eachother. Each was encrusted in gorgeous diamonds. These were the rings Brian had given him not so long ago. His eyes started to well up in tears when he saw no Brian in front of him.

" Please Come Back. " he sighed, touching the wooden podium with his fingertip. " Please. "

If this was some sort of magical story where a happy ending came easy, well, Brian wouod probably come out of nowhere, like some sort of magic spell had been cast on him. Everything would come, just like that.

But - it isnt.

So it went like this.

Silence.

Tears dripped down Rogers cheek as he walked away, sitting down at a seat, a front row seat, and putting his hands in his head. 

" What Do I Do Now... " he whimpered. Everything he loved was gone. His husband to be, was gone.

Little did he know Brian was not far away.

In fact, Brian was in that very cathedral, in his little, rented room.

Brian started to put on his gorgeous white tuxedo, humming to himself as he did. 

" I Bet Roger Is Really Exited To See Me. " he said to himself.

" Todays The Big Day...! " 

He did his shoes, and straightened his tie. He wanted to look the best for his future husband. Smiling at himself one more time in the mirror, he set off.

He then unlocked the door of the room, and silently creeked down the stairs. He stopped all o a sudden when he heard upset sniffling in the church, he pointed the side of his head in that direction.

' Is That..Roger..Upset? ' he thought to himself.. ' Surely Not..? Its Our Wedding? '

He gently tiptoed down the stairs, not making a single sound. He looked at the young man whining in the seat.. 

' Thats Roger. ' he said in his mind, horrified. He hid behind a large wooden podium nearby, and thought of a way to make an entrance, just as he did when he saw Roger upset when they became boyfriends.

At that doorstep, when he was upset in their last adventure.

' Roger Really Likes My Singing. ' Brian thought to himself, scratching his chin. ' I Could Sing A Song..? ' 

That seemed like a nice idea. 

He gently walked from the podium, breathed in gently, and breathed out. He started to sing.