Note: Okay so we'll start with what I think was a major turning point for each Bohemian, alter their decisions, and see what happens. Please review!
Roger finished smudging on the black eyeliner and checked his watch. Ten minutes to go. Jack burst through the dressing room door, a strange look in his eyes.
"Jack? You okay, man?"
"Fine. Where's Pete?"
"Not here yet. Better be on his way though. We're on in ten."
"I'm here. Right here," Pete said, rushing in.
"You got it?" Jack asked.
"Got what?" Roger asked.
Pete grinned and pulled out a baggie filled with white powder. He dropped a syringe on the counter of the dressing room and searched his pockets for a match.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Chill, Davis. Plenty for everyone."
Roger shook his head. "I'm not doin' that shit."
Jack laughed. "Come on, try it. Just once. Swear to God you'll feel so fuckin' good—"
"I'm not doing it."
"Oh get off it. You're a fuckin' rock star! Hell, people expect you to do this shit and half of 'em probably assume you do anyway."
Roger picked up his jacket and his fender.
"Where the fuck are you going?" Pete asked.
"I'm done."
"What?"
"Look, you two wanna waste away playing little nothing gigs, fucking groupies and getting high, fine. I'm done."
"Davis, you walk out that door and you're out of the band," Pete threatened.
Roger gave each man a final long, hard look. "Sorry guys."
With that, he left.