"Of course," I agreed, following him inside the recording studio as quietly as I could. I hadn't know what I had expect but it was different. I looked around curiously. There was a mixing pult in front of me, where currently there were only a few empty chairs, and then behind a glass wall thingy, through a door, there was where they played, I assumed. I wasn't entirely sure. 
                          
"Look who finally decided to show up," someone exclaimed. That someone turned out to be Freddie. He came into the recording room wearing very very tight white trousers and a slightly funky shirt. "And not alone, Rog, what are you doing? You're not going to be banging anything but your drums tonight," he said. 
                          
Had I heard that right? "Uhm... Freddie, I'm not Roger's date," I said. Hadn't he recognised me? "It's me, Henrietta," I added, just to make sure. 
                          
"Henrie?!" Another voice joined the conversation and I could see my lovely boyfriend approaching with a smile on his face. "What are you doing here?"
                          
"Henrietta? Brian's Henrietta?" Freddie asked, looking from between us. "Roger, what are you doing?"
                          
"Uhm, I'm... I'm.." I looked at the men who were now all looking at me curiously. "Well, Rog came by the pharmacy a-"
                          
"What was Roger doing in your pharmacy, Henrie?" Brian question curiously, eyeing his friend sceptically. "He lives across the street from one."
                          
"Uhm... he bought condoms," I told Brian, only afterwards realising how that sounded. "Well, anyway, we talked a little and he told me you'd be here pretty much every night this week and... well... uhm.." I looked at the others before I reached for Brian's hand and pulled him with me into a corner where not everyone was listening to our conversation.
                          
"Is everything okay?" He asked, sounding a little worried.
                          
"Well, yes... I suppose so. But judging by how last night went you being here every night and me having to get up early every morning that means we wouldn't get to talk and I'm not entirely okay with that. We talked about me being a part of this but somehow ... well... you know..."
                          
"Yes, I see what you mean. I'm sorry.... I suppose I didn't handle that particularly well. But I didn't know before last night," he told me apologetically.
                          
"I know," I said. "And I'm not blaming you or anything. I just wanted to see if there can be a way where I get to actually spend some time with you even though we work pretty much at opposite times of the day."
                          
"Well... do you have to work until late every day?" He asked, placing his hands on my arms.
                          
"Uhm... that depends. If the replacement shows up then no, I'm off at three. But if it doesn't then yes..." 
                          
Brian didn't say anything, he just looked at me for a few moments before he hugged me tightly. "Well I don't care, we have to work something out because not spending time with you for an entire week, I'm not sure I can do that. I certainly don't want to do that. I'm glad Rog brought you here - even though I'm still sceptical about the condoms," he teased, making me chuckle.
                          
"Oh come on, he just bought them because he didn't want to make my boss upset with him. He wouldn't have anyway because my boss is a huge fan of you guys, but I didn't know that then."
                          
"He is?" Brian asked, looking at me thoughtfully. "Well maybe I can arrange something so we can see each other more then."
                          
I raised my eyebrows and looked at him curiously. "Like what?" 
                          
"I don't know, I could get him a copy of the album before the official release? I get a few of those, and if it helps to negotiate a few more days off, and shifts that go together with my work then it's worth it, don't you think?" 
                          
"You think he'll do that?"
                          
Brian shrugged. "It's worth a try, don't you think?" 
                          
"Yeah, definitely," I agreed. "It would be nice to see you. I don't want our only time spent together to be when we're sleeping."
                          
"I know... I don't mind being in bed with you, I just prefer being awake for at least some of that time," he agreed with a smirk.
                          
"Oh shut up," I chuckled. "You're crazy. But yes, I agree. I'd certainly be up for trying a few more of the things you mentioned if you can get my boss to be a little more flexible. I tried talking to him, telling him that I prefer the late shift or getting off early, but..."
                          
"Don't worry, we'll work it out," he assured me before he hugged me again. "Do you want to stay for a bit?"
                          
"Would that be okay? I don't want to intrude on your work, this really seems to be a guy thing," I said, looking around the room.
                          
"Well it's up to you, so far it's been mostly Freddie dabbling on the piano, complaining that Rog isn't here yet. I've been working on a few melodies but Freddie is insisting that we do a bunch of his things. No guitar yet though, at least nothing new. I could show you a few of the things I've been working on. I mean so far you've only heard the Japanese song, right?"
                          
"Yeah... how many more have you got?"
                          
"A few. I'll show you, come on," he said and reached for my hand.
                          
"Oh wait," I said, stopping him before he could drag me with him. "Just a little something, Bri... you're more than welcome to stay at my place, but... my flat isn't as big as your house and... well, the kitchen was a huge mess this morning, I could barely have breakfast and.. -"
                          
"Oh.. Oh yeah," Brian agreed. "I'm sorry, I just... well... I got carried away and I was really tired and.. -"
                          
"That's fine. I do the same sometimes. And I do want you to feel at home, just... maybe make a mess in the living room instead of the kitchen?"
                          
"Okay," he said sheepishly. "I'll try not to make a mess. I'm sorry."
                          
"It's okay, really," I assured him. "You can make a mess like that - if you tidy it up again eventually - but just not in the kitchen because I have to get up early and I'm not a morning person and I don't want to have to get up even earlier so I can tidy the kitchen so I have enough room to make breakfast."
                          
Brian nodded a little. "I get that, yes. I'll keep that in mind, I promise. The mess in the kitchen is gone by the way," he added, smiling apologetically.
                          
"It really is okay, Bri, I don't want you to feel out of place there," I told him.
                          
"I don't, Henrie, I really don't, don't worry. I'm glad you told me that," he assured me before he leaned down to kiss me. "From now on I'll make my mess in the living room."
                          
"Thanks," I chuckled. 
                          
"Do you want to hear the songs now?" He asked with an excited smile.
                          
"Definitely," I agreed, reaching for his hand. "Show me what you've got."
                          
Brian smirked. "You know I will, I always do, don't I?"
                          
Of course he had to go turn it dirty. "Be quiet, seriously. It's been a few nights, don't start this now when we can't do anything."
                          
"Well... there are bathrooms," he pointed out, winking at me. "And they're good at keeping them clean here, so..."
                          
I looked at him, shaking my head. "You're unbelievable... I might take you up on that though," I told him, intertwining our fingers. "But first I want to hear some music so I know what you'll be doing here the next days."