A/N: Oh man. I really have not been on this site in a while; looking back at my other fics, I realized just how much could change in a year (I hope!). Anyways, I've decided to start a longer, and essentially better FanFiction to be posted in the WWRY section—that's actually WWRY.

Usual disclaimer goes here. I don't own song lyrics that I didn't write, or the characters from WWRY that I also didn't write. Get it? Further chapters will be longer with far less passive voicing.

On we go.

He opened the drawer that stood next to his makeshift bed. Making sure for a fourth time that the door was properly shut, he took out a blue velvet box. It was a deep blue, a blue that could hold in too many things; secrets, fear, confusion—it was the colour of her eyes. With a contented sigh, Galileo Figaro finally opened the small jewellery box that had been resting in the palm of his hand.

In the box laid a ring. An elegant, costly diamond ring—he feared she would turn up her nose at it, insisting it was too GaGa-ish, too impersonal. This wasn't true—Galileo had spent countless hours in various jewellery shops to find just the right one. After a few weeks, he proudly picked out a white gold band with a simple diamond at the top. Although he wouldn't admit it, the main reason he thought that the ring was so perfect was because the jeweller insisted it was from the 20th century—the century of rock and roll. He planned to give the ring to Scaramouche that night—but, in traditional Gaz fashion, he knew he'd back out and vow to pop the question the next night, as he had done every day for the past week.

His mind started to drift. This wasn't unusual for Galileo, the Dreamer; however this time, his mind was drifting to his guitar goddess. It had been a month since Scaramouche had blown him away with her guitar at Wembley. It had been a month since Globalsoft was defeated, since rock n' roll came back, and since freedom existed once more. He was thinking about their first meeting, their first night, first fight, first makeup—all of their firsts, really. He couldn't wait to start more firsts with her. After all, she was the first person who understood him, the first who actually cared for him, the one who kept him alive every day. Nobody had thought that there was any way that Galileo, loner and social outcast of his earlier school days could find love. Wondering how he could get so lucky made him want to see this woman that completed his life. He quickly hid his precious box and left the room to go look for her.

Just as he was leaving the door to his and Scara's room, Scaramouche came flying into him, a mess of black fishnets and wild dark hair.

"My God, Gazza Fizza! Where have you been? The phone's been ringing off the hook—still don't know why the hell Meat insisted we got one of those here—with people who want to book you into recording studios and have us all do live performances. These people have been calling for a MONTH, Gaz. Remember a month ago? We only saved the world from Globalsoft! Ever since then, everyone wants to talk with you and all you're doing is rejecting it and backing away. Why, Gaz? Why?" Frustrated, Scara brushed past him with a final glare and sat down on their bed.

As he often was, Galileo was at a loss for words. There was definitely no way he could tell her the truth while she was this worked up—that he had been trying to work up the courage to ask her to marry him. But, he couldn't lie to her. He could never lie to her, especially when she was mad. He knew that there was something else behind her sudden rage that has been bugging her since—well, since about the time of Wembley now that he thought about it.

"W-well, Scara," Gaz was stuttering, like he always did when he was nervous. "I've uh, been…well, dreaming a lot lately since Wembley, a-and…I've been writing it down. Yeah! I've been hearing the words from the past, and I had to write them down before I forgot." Satisfied that his response had a bit of truth to it, Galileo smiled proudly at his girlfriend. Judging from the scowl on her face, he could tell that she was too preoccupied with her thoughts to tell that he was lying through his teeth. He couldn't dare ask her what was wrong—she'd tell him when she was ready.

"Humph. Well I s'pose that's alright, as long as…oh bloody hell," Scara ran up from her hunched position on the bed down the hall.

Since he didn't see or hear anything peculiar, Gaz figured that she'd left the coffee on too long or something. She'd done that before and ended up somehow burning the pot. Gaz shrugged and started wondering what could be bothering his Scaramouche. Whatever it was had to be either very big, or very small—perhaps she was nervous about telling him, or maybe it was just something so minor that she didn't think he'd care about anyways. He did care though, no matter how stupid the reason was—the point was that it was bothering her, and he wanted to help, or make it go away. Anything to make Scara happier, he would do.

It had crossed his mind a few times that maybe he was her problem. As Scaramouche had pointed out numerous times, he hadn't quite been himself lately. Nobody could ever find him when they needed him, and on the rare occasion that he was found, he was withdrawn and seemed like he was a million miles away. Every other Bohemian had passed it off as him being the Dreamer, figuring he was dreaming up more stuff from the past. Scara wasn't fooled though—like Gaz, she knew there was something bothering her partner. Unlike Gaz, she had confronted him about it but never pushed to get the real reason. Because of this, Galileo felt that her problem was far too big for her to deal with alone. If she wouldn't tell him, he hoped to Freddie Mercury and back that she'd tell Meat. Then maybe he could bribe the information out of her with some newly rediscovered chocolate.

Soon his mind drifted off to their daily routine. Early in the morning, Scaramouche would head out to "sort stuff out." After that, she was "spending time with the girls" until Gaz was asleep. He had tried waiting up for her many times, but he could never keep his eyes open long enough. It was as though she was by his door waiting for him to fall asleep before she went in.

Little did he know that this is exactly what she did. He wouldn't understand why until much later.

He also wondered if she was using excuses to get away from the world, like he was doing. Maybe she just needed time to think about the rock revolution, or their relationship, or whatever it was that had been bugging her so much.

Looking up at the clock, he awakened from his dazed thoughts. It was late afternoon; Scara should be "spending time with the girls" about now. More curious than ever, Gaz decided to go track down Meat in hopes of finding Scara. He kicked on his running shoes and started heading over to the North sides of the Heartbreak Hotel.