POV Roger

After we finished recording the song It's Late, I started recording the song Sheer Heart Attack in the studio. Besides playing drums, I played bass, piano, minus the guitar, which Bri played, making his solos incredible. In the meantime, I moved to my country house in Surrey. And Dominique went with me. My London house in the Folham district will remain there. I'm not going to sell it, because I'll be there too when I need to settle something in London, and my sister Clare and my mother Winifred have already said that they will take care of the house. I trust them.

In the third week of August, although I played almost all the instruments, Freddie and Deacy, were with me and Bri, to follow the progress of my song. I finally finished writing Sheer Heart Attack, in honor of Isabella. Of course the song talks about the new punk rock influence. I like Sex Pistols, but at the same time I think of them as idiots. But the song I started writing in 1974, in honor of Isabella and her rocky outfit and my rocker way too, and how I feel about her and Rock and Roll. I love Isabella, despite everything she's done to me. She betrayed my confidence, hurt me deeply, but I can not get her out of my heart and proud of me, I can not forgive her and meanwhile time is passing and I am becoming more unhappy. In the third week of August, it was Deacy's birthday, twenty-six, on the 19th of August. He celebrated his birthday at his residence in Putney with family and friends. Dominique was with me on Deacy's birthday, but I realized how much she was annoyed by Isabella's presence.

"I do not know what this ridiculous thing is doing here at John and Veronica's," said Dominique.

"Please, Dominique, no scandals," I said tiredly. "Isabella is everyone's friend. She's Deacy's friend and Robert's godmother, okay? It is more than explained why her presence here today, so behave.

"I'll only scandalize if Isabella does not get ready, okay?" If I realize she's flirting with you, I'll make a scandal, yes, certainly, "said Dominique.

"Isabella is not flirting with me and will not flirt. She is a woman of respect, you know I'm committed to you now, "he said to Dominique, kissing her on the lips and she kissed me back.

I hugged Dominique then and looked at Isabella, who was talking to Sue, but who glanced quickly at me. I looked at Isabella, who was still as beautiful as a goddess, but her look showed concern and sadness. Did something happen that I do not know?

The next day, Aug. 20, Saturday, after another day of recording the band's new album, we all went to Hammersmith to watch Led Zeppelin's performance. This time, Dominique was not with me because she had to take a business trip with Richard Branson to Manchester. Freddie, Deacy, Bri, I, my sister Clare, Veronica, Chrissy, Sue, Tim, Les and Isabella went to the dressing room to greet the Led Zeppelin musicians before they performed. We greet Robert Plant, Jimmy Page, John Bonham, and John Paul Jones. In Page's dressing room was the lead singer of Blondie, beautiful blonde rock star Debbie Harry. We exchanged glances and smiled. Page introduced us, personally.

"I finally met Queen's boys," she smiled at me. "Nice to meet you, Roger.

"You can call me Rog, please, Debbie," he said, smiling at her.

She smiled back with my flirtation.

"After the show, you can talk more quietly, right here," Page said, smiling.

"Okay, then," she said, smiling maliciously at Debbie, who smiled back.

We went to our seats and waited for the presentation of Led Zeppelin.

POV Isabella

We were all watching the incredible performance of Led Zeppelin. Roger was sitting next to rock band frontwoman Blondie. Debbie Harry really is very beautiful. Now I can see her more closely. No wonder Bowie kissed her on the lips at a restaurant in Los Angeles. She's a blonde with incredible sex appeal, but, I'm angry at her. Anger because all men fall to their charm, first was Bowie, now I realize that Roger is falling to the charms of Debbie. I feel ugly for a moment and withdrawn.

"What is it, Bella?" Asked Sue.

"See Roger's idiot flirting with Debbie Harry," he said crossly. "First it was Bowie, now it's Roger who's delighted with Debbie. She's really a beautiful blonde.

Sue smiles.

"Are you jealous, my friend?" Sue raised her eyebrows. "Do not worry, Bella. Roger still loves you, it's in his gaze. Roger when he looks at you is in a different way, the problem is his damn pride. And rest easy, you're so much prettier than Debbie. Debbie is beautiful, but, it makes success with the men by its stance of rocket, rebellious and she has a very strong sensual side. You are beautiful, sweet and also sensual, but your difference is that you ...

Sue stopped talking.

"What's the difference between Debbie and me?" - I looked at my friend in amazement - I'm ugly, is not it Sue? She said in annoyance.

"Bella, my angel, you are beautiful. I wanted to have your beautiful black hair and your pretty rare gray eye. You're a goddess. The difference is that you are more sweet, you have a princess bearing. Debbie is already more rebellious, really has a rock star and this attracts the Rock Star. But if you are placed next to her, surely her beauty will overshadow hers. Sue smiled lovingly at my hair.

I hugged my friend and watched Roger and Debbie side by side.

"Dominique will be betrayed again, and this time it will be Debbie Harry," she said firmly.

POV Roger

After Led Zeppelin's excellent presentation at the Hammersmith Odeon, the boys and our friends, including the girls, all went to the boys' dressing rooms. I went to Page's dressing room and Debbie was there. We chatted happily. She commented on the tour with her band, Blondie. They will do some shows in London in the coming days before they go to Amsterdam and Paris. Debbie also asked about the recordings of the band's new album and I was commenting enthusiastically. My other friends were chatting happily in Page's dressing room. Sue was talking to Isabella for a long time. Isabella glared at Debbie, angry Harry. Bowie betrayed Isabella, with Debbie. Bowie kissed Debbie on her lips at a restaurant in Los Angeles. And now Debbie was by my side.

"Can I sit on your lap, Rog?" Debbie asked seductively.

I smiled at her, running a hand through her blond hair.

- Of course you do, feel free. I said smiling.

She sat on my lap and she looked at us, smiling. At that moment, I do not know what happened, but unintentionally a press officer came in, who had not been invited, and caught Debbie and me by surprise. Debbie was on my lap and both she and I looked a little amazed at the camera. The photographer took the photo and ran. Shit. I bet this goes to the tabloids and more trouble I'll have with Dominique when she comes back from the trip on Monday. But whoever is in the rain is to get wet. Fuck, at the time of the championship. Debbie and I were talking, more excited until we looked at each other and we could not resist. It was a sudden attraction and we kissed and at that moment we felt more flashes.

Another photographer broke through the blockade and took photos of me and Debbie, kissing us.

"You're very handsome, Rog," she said after the kiss, stroking my face. "No wonder you have all the women you want. You are very handsome, sensual, hypnotizes any woman.

"And you hypnotize any man, Debbie," I said, smiling at her. "You're very attractive, sexy, a hot blonde." But, deceiving you, I can not have all the women I want, that I desire. I lost a great woman and she just ignores me today.

"And who is she?" Debbie asked. "Is she blonde like me, redhead or brunette?"

"She's a beautiful brunette, she has black hair," she said thoughtfully. "But I do not want to talk about her now.

"Then we will not talk about this loser," Debbie smiled, and we kissed again.

After a good time, we all went to a restaurant, had dinner. The restaurant was already reserved for us. Debbie and I stayed at the restaurant to kiss, but it was not photographed anymore. I noticed that Bella had a great conversation with Page. They smiled and talked about music.

POV Isabella

While Roger's asshole was having a little affair with Debbie Harry, I talked cheerfully to Jimmy Page about music, among other things. Page would smile at my answers.

"You're very beautiful and intelligent, Bella." Page smiled, kissing my hand.

"Thank you." I smiled back.

Page handed me a glass of champagne and I accepted and toasted the success of Queen, Led Zeppelin and my future success as a writer. I watched Roger and Debbie Harry catch each other in the restaurant. As Mary, Chrissy and Veronica are not friends of Dominique and do not like the French, they are silent, about the betrayal of Roger in public. But if it were me, everything would be different. They would tell me what Roger was up to. They are loyal to me and I am loyal to them. They are great friends.

POV Roger

After the big dinner, Debbie Harry had to go back to the hotel that is staying, because tomorrow morning she will have a rehearsal. I hired her, right in front of the hotel where the band is staying. I wished her the best of luck, with her band touring. I arrived at my country house in Surrey alone, already thinking about the big problem I will have with Dominique when she returns from the trip.

On Monday night, after another day of recording in the studio, I arrived home tired and found Dominique in the living room, sitting on the sofa, crying. On the coffee table, there were some magazines, where I'm with Debbie Harry. In the photo Debbie appears sitting on my lap and in other photos we appear kissing. Dominique looks at me, her eyes red from crying.

"I got here early this afternoon, already knowing everything that happened, Roger. I had seen the photos. They're in every tabloid. You were recording with the boys and I did not want to disturb you, so I decided to wait for you and speak my decision. Dominique said in a trembling voice.

"Dom, my angel, please, let's talk," I said in annoyance, sorry, once more I betrayed you.

"Please, Roger, do not come too close," she said, rising from the couch crying. "I loved you very much, Roger, I love you, and I always think that feeling will accompany me. In the eleven months we've been together, I've really fallen in love with you, I love you, I've done everything for you. I fought for this feeling, but unfortunately it is not reciprocal. You do not love me and you will never love. You're only with me, because you like my company, you think I'm beautiful, attractive, but, this is not love. It will never be. Do you know why you betray me a lot? Because you do not really love me. If you really loved me, I would not do it. Who loves does not betray. And you know why you never betrayed Isabella? Because you really loved her. And despite your wounded pride, your sorrows, you never stopped loving Isabella. You still love her very much and she loves you very, very simply. Just look at you and at her. When one sees the other, his eyes shine. Do not fool yourself, Roger. And as much as I love you very much, I got tired, tired of being betrayed and tired of hope that someday you would really love me.

I was dying of shame for everything I had done for her. Dominique walks away from me and heads over to another part of the living room that is too big. I see her pulling, two suitcases.

"Where are you going, Dom?" I asked annoyed.

"I'm out of your life, Roger," she said with tears in her eyes. "You're single again, from now on. It's all over, Roger The way is free, go the pursuit of your happiness. Go after Isabella. I know I've lost, so I'm retreating. Put your pride aside and go after the woman you love, before it's too late.

At that moment Dominique went with the two suitcases to her car. She put the suitcases in the trunk and then got into her vehicle and said annoyed:

"In the days to come, I'll have someone come get the rest of my stuff." Take care Roger, be happy.

The security guard of the house ran the gate and Dominique left with his car, my own, in Surrey. Tears welled in my eyes. I went back to the living room and then headed for the large glass cabinet in the living room and opened a bottle of Southern Comfort. I drank the drink and tears formed in my eyes. I hurt Dominique, a woman so beautiful, strong and sensitive at the same time. She really loves me, but I do not reciprocate her love because unfortunately I do not love her. I wanted to love her, but, my heart belongs to another woman: Isabella. Dominique is right, despite my hurts, from my wounded pride, I have never stopped loving Isabella. I take a sip of my drink and fill the glass once more. Now I cried.

Again I am lonely, this time, in my great mansion in Surrey. I deserve to be in the same solitude, I'm a big son of a bitch of a proud, stingy ...

Over the next few days, I recorded the vocal part of my song Sheer Heart Attack with Freddie and talked to the guys about the name of the band's new album that may be News of the World, in honor of a British newspaper with that name, which Is very sensationalist, who has already made harsh criticism of the Queen, like other media outlets. As for the cover, I showed them, how could it be done, through an image. The illustration I showed is the cover of Frank Kelly Freas' book for the cover of the 1953 issue of Astouding Science Fiction. I'm very much a fan of science fiction and I want to work on the cover of the album, on top of that book cover ... I already talked to Frank about it, before talking to the guys and you even commented that the cover of the album he Can even draw. When I commented on the idea to my friends they got excited, they loved the idea.

"I'm glad, dear Rog, that you're giving me ideas, after so many swirls of emotions that have passed in a short time, my friend," Freddie said, looking at me.

I sighed. The swirl of emotions continues in my heart and has a name and surname ...

To be continued.