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Chapter Two
(Collins POV)
Everyday I went to go visit Mark and I tried to help him, then I'd go about trying to get a hold of Roger. Do you have any idea of how hard it is to track down a celebrity who's your friend?? Well, unfortunately, it took me two years.
It happened to be a stroke of luck that Roger was going to be doing a concert in good ol' NYC. Maureen and Joanne managed to get tickets, bless them.
After the concert, I knew I had to see Roger. Walking past the security guard I went over to him.
"Collins!" Roger beamed at me. "Nice to see you!" He hugged me.
"Nice to see you, too." I said. "But look, I need to talk to you about something," I looked around, "in private."
"Uh, sure. Ok." Roger led me to his change-room. "So, what do you need to talk to me about?"
"Mark's gone insane." I told him.
"What? He's what??" The guitarist blinked at me. "How?? When?"
"Not to long after you left," I responded. "And it's because you left. He loves you, Roger. The poor guy broke down when you left. You're the only one that can help him."
It took a moment for Roger to process all this, but when he looked at me he said, "When's the soonest we can go see him?"
"Tomorrow at noon."
"I'll pick you up."
With that, I left him to his fans.
Chapter Two
(Collins POV)
Everyday I went to go visit Mark and I tried to help him, then I'd go about trying to get a hold of Roger. Do you have any idea of how hard it is to track down a celebrity who's your friend?? Well, unfortunately, it took me two years.
It happened to be a stroke of luck that Roger was going to be doing a concert in good ol' NYC. Maureen and Joanne managed to get tickets, bless them.
After the concert, I knew I had to see Roger. Walking past the security guard I went over to him.
"Collins!" Roger beamed at me. "Nice to see you!" He hugged me.
"Nice to see you, too." I said. "But look, I need to talk to you about something," I looked around, "in private."
"Uh, sure. Ok." Roger led me to his change-room. "So, what do you need to talk to me about?"
"Mark's gone insane." I told him.
"What? He's what??" The guitarist blinked at me. "How?? When?"
"Not to long after you left," I responded. "And it's because you left. He loves you, Roger. The poor guy broke down when you left. You're the only one that can help him."
It took a moment for Roger to process all this, but when he looked at me he said, "When's the soonest we can go see him?"
"Tomorrow at noon."
"I'll pick you up."
With that, I left him to his fans.