POV Yasmin.

Early April. A week after all the confusion I published an article in Rolling Stone magazine recognizing my mistake as the criticism of Roger. He said the reason he had destroyed all his battery was in a moment of stress, anger at the former manager of the band, which was not quite managing the group's finances. I commented also on the end of the contract with Trident Records because it did not give the attention that the band deserved. I said in the article that new entrepreneurs of the band are John Reid and Peter Grant and Freddie, Brian, Roger and John also signed with Swan Song Records.

I listened to these reports by Freddie and talked to Brian and John to see if I could add this content into my article without problem. I not talked to Roger, because it was not talking to me. They agreed and were happy that I had written an article redeeming me.

I said sorry to Roger in the article. I wrote the article I'm Freddie's friend, Brian, John and Roger and to be very fond of them I praise and criticize when also necessary, but I recognize that got heavy in the words directed at Roger.

Never put in a Rolling Stone article that I am in an almost relationship with the blonde drummer. It is best to leave that part anonymous. That my article was a bomb in the music press, after all were outraged with the way that the Queen was treated by the former manager and former studio.

My article was successful. It was served up in UK newspapers. Reporters from several newspapers sought Freddie, Brian, Roger and John and they said everything was placed was true. Most journalists asked Roger to forgive my slip. You believe? It seems to novel story, but it's real life.

All my friends have praised my article. Even in the magazine all said they did a great job for forgiveness the blonde drummer and also ended up with the reputation of antio entrepreneur.

As for Roger? So far nothing. I have not had the courage to apologize to him, face him again and he even called me. I swear I'm feeling really miss hearing his voice hoarse, see your beautiful eyes, your smile, I'm missing her caresses, kisses. This is killing me. But after that I do not know if will work continue to know each other otherwise. Wants to know? I will talk to him and already finish something not got it right.

Passes one more week. Today is birthday of Clare, sister of Roger. She will make a small party at the home of the parents of Tim, with the theme '50s I'll character. Soon you'll know how. The Lady Winifred already in London. Clare called me and told me to go, even with Roger present. I do not know if this will work.

POV Roger.

Yasmin wrote an article is redeeming all that spoke to me. He asked to forgiveness. She talked about the former manager of the band and it was not fair on the Trident Records, cited the new entrepreneurs of the band and the Swan Song Records. She asked permission to Freddie, Brian and John to disclose these facts. Of course she did not ask me. We are not talking. I was thrilled with the words of Yasmin in the article, but I'm still sad. Hey she did not ask forgiveness for me so far. I confess that I am calmer and she did not speak for all that bad. Yasmin is impulsive, it has always been so. Speaks things without thinking, acts without thinking and later regret. And as much as I'm upset about it yet, I miss your kisses, your caresses. I'm more and more in love with her. She owns my heart. There is no other woman. I love Yasmin too. Without it get sick.

After the placement of the article in Rolling Stone and other magazines newspapers sought Freddie, Brian, John and I and confirm that all the information Yasmin wrote is true.

We were being interviewed by a BBC News reporter when he said to me:

- Roger both their fans and the Yasmin fans ask for you to forgive. All she wrote was not to hurt him.

Opa? As well? A BBC News reporter asking this for us? I'm in shock. And you can even find it strange, but Yasmin already has many fans. Your weekly articles have made huge success. My princess already has a legion of fans. She is amazing. It is one of today's best journalists. Very clever in the comments at the same time distills its poison when it is necessary to speak ill of politicians when necessary. She does not hesitate in words.

When the reporter made the comment I just smiled embarrassed. What I speak? I will not tell the reporter that Yasmin and I have known each other since children and we are almost dating. I never say that.

Today is Clare, my dear sister are fully twenty-two years. The party will be in the house of the parents of Tim. She invited Yasmin. Today talk to my princess. No longer stand this situation. In two weeks the boys and I will be in Japan doing shows and then leave for Germany and the Netherlands.

I'm in my room staring at the ceiling, smoking. I hear knocks on the door.

- You may come in.

- My beloved child, come to lunch.

I was my mother smiling at me. She had made lunch for the boys and I today. Today is Saturday. She arrived in London last night.

- I'll be my beloved mother.

Finish smoking and she watches me in silence. She sits on my bed.

- What was Mom who is looking at me with some surprise? By chance I'm ugly? - I asked in confusion.

She grinned and said:

- Can not you ugly son. You've always been beautiful from a baby. I admire you and seeing the wonderful man he has become. You have almost twenty-six years, but still with a boyish face. - She grinned petting my hair. - You're more beautiful every day my son, in all aspects. I know it has its flaws like everyone else, but their qualities stand out. And I'm glad he is finally in love with someone for real. I know that Yasmin and you are kind of on the outs, but then he will understand.

I hugged my mother strongly kissing her on the cheek.

- Can I pour into your lap for a mother now? As I did as a child and teenager?

- Of course my son. - She grinned. - You'll always be my boy.

Lie on his lap and say:

- I feel protected, Mom, as well as in childhood and adolescence. - Smile. - I love you too mom, I'm sorry if I ever hurt you with words and attitudes.

- I love you too my son. For me it will always be a child. - she smile. - Forgive me if ever also hurt by words.

I lie in the lap of my mother for a while and then go to lunch.

It was evening and the birthday party of my sister with the theme of the '50s were all character, including me.

Clare invited some college friends, friends that she has here in London.

Clare asked the boys and I we play at your birthday party. The house of Tim's parents there is a large yard with plenty of space. The boys and I rehearsed all week in the studio for our next tour and also the birthday of my beloved sister.

Freddie, Tim, Brian, John and I connect the speakers, our instruments. Tim even touch us remembering the old days. He will play guitar. We would play some songs from QUEEN and we will also cover some songs of The Beatles, Elvis Presley and songs of the 50s that my sister is a fan.

It was about eight in the evening and the guests began to arrive. Clare had invited around thirty people, with some family members of Tim and our childhood friends. He gave around about fifty people. Parents Tim and he had invited some waiters to serve drinks and food to guests.

The boys and I were talking in the backyard, eating and drinking when we see Mary, Veronica, Layla and Victoria entering the yard. They are very beautiful, all the character with ball gowns. Yasmin has not yet come. Does it come again? The boys and I will do the presentation ten and midnight until midnight.

I looked at all sides.

- Yasmin will come, do not worry, Roger. - Victoria smiled greeting me. - She's just a little late, it is still doing makeup and hair. It will come by taxi will be here soon.

The boys begin to laugh at me.

- Calm down, dear Rog. Your princess will not run away. - Freddie smiles. - Today you will make peace.

Around nine o'clock, a guest entered the large yard where it was in the party. She went to greet my sister. The two smiled and exchanged a few words. She caught the attention of everyone.

It can not be. It's her. Brian hugged me aside and said:

- She's a true goddess. She is beautiful. Wow. With all due respect, brother, she is the most beautiful of the party.

The boys gasped with Yasmin. She is characterized as Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany movie Luxury. She's got a long black dress that marks well your perfect Brazilian curves. Is high black shoes, black long sleeves. It is with a collar around his neck, a pair of small earrings. She made a perfect bun in her hair, the same as Audrey and is using a small tiara princess. He wore a red lipstick, but the eye makeup was light.

I kept looking at her. I stopped breathing at that time. Off the road, lost control on the curve and rolled over with the car. That's how I felt when he saw her.

She stared at me. In eyes met.

I'm still sad about it, very sad confess, but to see her so radiant, wow. All my sanity left.

John passes his hand in front of my eyes. I did not blink.

- It's over. - Freddie smiled. - The Hobo is in love with the lady.

Freddie made this reference because I am characterized as Marlon Brando in the movie The Wild. I am dark jeans, very white shirt, black leather jacket on top, black shoes and white socks and I'm still a male beret on my head.

- Go talk to your luxury doll, Rog. - Brian smiled.

- Yasmin is beautiful. - Smiled Mary.

- A Princess. - Veronica said smiling. - It is already six months pregnant.

I go toward it. She turns away from me and pull her by the arm.

- Let go of me. - She said convinced. - I want to tell you that it's over between us, which has barely begun. - He smiled sarcastically. - I know you're hurt me Roger and rightly so. So it makes sense to be together.

She pulled me quickly going toward the girls. My eyes filled with tears at these words. Damn it. I mean to forgive. I love that woman more than myself.

Devastated back towards my friends and tell you what she said.

Freddie said, smiling:

- By the end of the night you will understand.

I ate and drank until the time of the presentation. Freddie half past ten, Brian, John, Tim and I started playing some songs from QUEEN, then we played The Beatles, Elvis Presley and other songs of the 50s.

Yasmin was with the girls. I watched all the time at her sad. She was also sad.

Freddie sang the song Blue Moon and my eyes filled with tears. Shit. I will not give up. Yasmin does not escape me today.

Once the presentation of an hour and a half over, quickly leaves for a drink. Yasmin seen going towards the garden. I'm going after her.

POV Yasmin.

By the time I arrived and saw Roger featured Marlon Brando in the film The Wild my heart stopped beating. It is too beautiful and yummy. I could not stop looking at him. He approached me, but said he did not want any more of it. I know how much he's hurt me, so it's good not continue something that will not work. I know that further hurt the heart of Roger, but it will be better.

The band's performance was perfect. Roger and I exchanged looks intense throughout the presentation. In the song Blue Moon eyes Rog filled with tears.

After the presentation took a glass of soda and went into the garden.

After a while I felt someone beside me. By the time Roger eye is looking sad for me.

I threatened to leave and he once again grabbed my arm.

- I forgive you Yasmin, because I love you. Do not leave me. I know you're embarrassed to talk to me after everything I did, but deep down want to apologize to me.

Wow. Roger really knows me. My eyes fill with tears and he dried approaching a little more of me.

I put my glass of soda at the next table and look deeply into it.

He intertwines our hands grab my waist and kissed my lips with so much love. Of all the kisses he gave lately this is what most felt how much he loves me.

Returns the kiss with the same intensity. He was caring for my hair, face. I was caring for your hair with care not to drop the cap.

After a while he stops kissing me and says:

- Let's Stay Together. We will make it work. - he smiled. - I love you very very much. If necessary shout to the world what I feel for you.

- Forgive me my adorable bad boy. - I ran a hand across his face fondly. - Miss you.

The embrace carefully. He smell my hair.

- My Breakfast at Tiffany. - He smiled. - My princess, my lady.

We kissed a little more and we meet our friends.

- Finally the lady and the tramp hit it. - Freddie smiled.

Smile with the allusion that Freddie made him one of Hepburn movies.

The feast of the rest was perfect. Clare cut the cake for about an hour in the morning.

A few days later Victoria was with the boys for a photographic studio. She's taking pictures of the band for the release of the upcoming tours in Japan, Germany and the Netherlands. She invited me to attend the photo shoot. It's Saturday, a week after Clare birthday. Within a week the boys will go to Japan along with Victoria.

I am following the photo shoot. Freddie, Bri, John and Rog changing clothes five times. Victoria takes pictures of the band altogether, as a photo of each member alone.

Victoria prepares to take a picture of Roger. It is on a blue background with sneakers, light blue jeans, shirt light brown and dark brown leather jacket on top. The hair seems Rog is a little longer than normal, your hair is dark blond, but it seems that is becoming clearer with time and your eyes are not blue. ARE GREEN. My God, what madness is this?

Victoria takes pictures of him and watch amazed changing the color of your eye.

- This Rog well. Now make a face of evil. That. Excellent.

I was lost in the color of your eyes.

After an hour taking pictures of Roger Vick pauses.

- Fifteen minutes to make a water and Roger relax. We have more pictures to take.

- Ok Vick. - He said, smiling toward me.

- Vick. - I yelled at my friend. - Come here.

Roger hugs me and kisses me affectionate.

- Speak my friend. - said Vick smiling.

- A good look at Roger and realize that there is something different about him.

Vick and Rog look at me confused.

- Something different? - Asked my friend. - There is nothing. The difference is that Roger is increasingly beautiful.

- Thank you my friend. - Roger smiled kissing the face of Vick.

- Vick, the eye of Roger is no longer blue. Now it's green. His eye is GREEN! - said in amazement.

- My God. Really. - Said Victoria amazed too.

Roger looks in the mirror and says:

- My eye is even green. - he smiled.

- What mutation is that my kitten? - I smile kissing. - I want to see when Vick reveal these pictures.

- I'm ugly with green eye? - Asked Roger.

- Of course not, my angel. - I kissed him passionately. - Just do not understand this mutation.

- Princess in Biology learned that the eye of a person can change color depending on the environment it is, for example, a bright or dark environment.

I followed the rest of the day with other pictures of Roger and boys. When Victoria revealed the photos really saw eye Roger Green. I loved both this photo I asked for a copy of it for me. Victoria gave a copy of the picture and put it in a picture frame next to my bed. There were magnets in the picture frame heart-shaped.

Roger saw that the picture was there, smiled and said:

- All this is love for me?

- Of course it is my kitten.

He grinned and kissed me on the lips with love.

P.S: I made this chapter in honor of eye color '' green '' Roger. Pictured above your eye is not blue, but really green. It is one of the most beautiful photos of Rog. Let your opinions here about the Green Roger eye.