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    Roger would be best described as miserable in his current moment. He didn't want to play the bloody drums anymore. He felt like garbage. The sound sounded like fucking garbage as well. He just wanted to go home and lay down, with his boys maybe, and just forget his troubles with a Disney film.

    "Are we done with this yet, Freddie?" he asked, looking up at him through the glass. "My arms are gonna fall off if I go through this again."

    "No. I was thinking more of a club music edge, like what Paul was talking about," Freddie gave him a hard look, "you can bugger off once we've finished."

    "Ugh, Christ,' Roger mumbled, kicking the kick drum with the tip of his shoe. "Then why didn't you say that about nine takes ago?"

    "Roger, shut your face for a bit and we might just get this done." Freddie snarled, looking over at Paul for the go ahead on the tape. Although it looked to Brian as if he was looking for approval.

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