Epilogue
It was just over a year and a half later when Rama, came to the Heartbreak. We hadn't actually had any new recruits since before the Rhapsody was achieved, but this seemed like a reasonable exception. Pioson and Jagger had been out clubbing with some of the others. But they had decided to come home earlier.
When it started raining they took cover in a bolthole. A small one room base with beds and food, for over night emergencies. In one of these a small group could last for about a month if need be.
Rama was five. His parents had raised him like a bohemian as he was born after the Rhapsody. But as the years had passed, the new resistance had been growing. The people who still believed the Killer Queen would regain power. They gave rebels a bad name. They went around beating people up, and hurting them. Just for acting bohemian, it was like in the old days.
They went too far with Rama's family, when Pioson and Jagger found him, he had cuts, briuses and burn wounds. He latched onto them after that, so they became like his adopted parents.
We knew the end of our days was coming, we just didn't know when.
Two months later I threw a newspaper on the table in front of my dad. With Gaz and Meat either side of me.
"It's happening again. They're fighting back, giving rebels a bad name. Dad, this time they found bodies."
"She's righ', it's gettin' wor'e Macca." Meat said.
"We have to do something dad, I mean once they've killed once, who knows what they'll do next?" Gaz put in.
"They found a child's body in the reckage."
"You're right." He said to the three of us. "We can't just sit around. It's nearing the end of our age of rock. We might not have long."
After a couple of days later I called a band meeting.
"OK, guys, we don't wanna hear it, but this age of rock is coming to a close." There were confused complaints, and shouts from the others in the band and crew. "Look, you all know I nobody in this Heartbreak wants to see it come to an end. But let's look at it like, we've had our turn. But this will happen again, I don't need to dream it to know it." They all started to leave. "But, the way I see it, from an actual dream, we got until just after Christina turns three. About a month after, so, I say we throw a concert, very near the time on the off chance we can turn a few permenants. What d'ya say?"
There was a long silence.
"I'm in."
"Me too."
"And us."
"Yeah, we're all in."
"OK," I said silencing the room, "but we gotta keep this on the down low. No press, no interveiws. If they see this coming they're gonna move the take over forward. Now, coome on, we got a show to run."
We had just under six months to plan this concert, but trying to hide it, was going to be a pain in the ass.
The End
A/N- thank you for reading, do look out for the next in the series 'the seperation' coming soon please review love olivia xxxxx
