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Date: November 4th 1973
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"Finally a fuckin break" Roger Waters said walking with his bandmates.After a year of what felt like non-stop touring for the group, Pink Floyd had finally wrapped up their tour that was in support of their biggest album to date, The Dark Side of The Moon.While they were very happy they had finally found worldwide success, They also mostly felt very tired due to the constant touring that felt like centuries to finish.Especially Roger who seemed to be not only be tired but also becoming very annoyed at the crowds becoming very distracting during their performances but he held that to himself for now."No kidding my arm feels very cramped." said David. His voice had gotten a bit hoarse since they've just done back to back shows at the Rainbow Theatre."It's a fuckin miracle my hands aren't bandaged up with duct tape." piped up Nick"I don't know, I'm tired as well but I still thought it was quite fun." Richard said in a bit of a brighter tone then the others."You're ever the optimist Rick" Roger responded.They kept walking until they reached a small pub, They all decided to go in to get a few drinks to wind down.After ordering their drinks, They retreated to a secluded area of the pub to be left to themselves. Roger was sitting with David and Richard was sitting with Nick.As They talked about what the future lied for the band, particularly their next album, Roger couldn't help but look at the gap between Richard and Nick. Despite the fact they've finally achieved worldwide fame, Roger still felt they were missing a certain someone.He still missed Syd Barrett.It had now been five years since Syd had left the band and Roger still can't help himself be a bit sad whenever Syd gets brought up by an old fan. He also still feels guilty about what he could've done better to help him, How he could've gotten him professional help when he first realized something was wrong with Syd when his behavior became more erratic.He also thought the music industry was to blame for his friend's breakdown, thinking that those damn greedy executives milked him until he was completely destroyed, Roger got angry just thinking about it.Roger then thought about what Syd could've done in music if he had gotten help for his mental health struggles, even if he still had left the band, he had potential to break out and have a successful solo career at the very least. It just was all a tragic case of missed potentia-"Roger?" David said which snapped Roger out of his thoughts, "You were kinda zoning off there." he continued."Oh sorry I was uh...thinking of something" said Roger. David knew who he was thinking of but decided to stay quiet.The rest of the band hasn't heard from Syd for a while, the last time they heard anything about him was when he randomly quit a band he was in because of one bad review from a critic. Much like Roger they all felt sad about their former bandmate and his struggles but they've tried to move on the best they can.Roger then took his glass and offered a toast "To the success to our recent album and fuck the people who think we're self-indulgent pricks!" The rest of the group happily toasted to that remark.As they were finishing their drinks, Rain had started to pick up.Roger looked at his watch and he realized it was getting very late."Well shit I gotta go." he said hurriedly. The rest of the group waved Roger bye as he left the pub and quickly got into a cab that took him to his house.-----------After a little while, the cab pulled up to Roger's home. The rain had picked up heavily and thunder rolled in by this point so Roger grabbed his umbrella and ran into his house to stay as dry as possible."It feels like it's fuckin flooding out here" he thought to himselfAt long last, Roger was home after what felt like forever. He felt so tired he wanted to just go take a quick smoke then go to sleep for a good ten years.Roger went to do just that. He grabbed a cigarette to have a quick smoke. If he wanted to be honest with himself, he has felt lonely here ever since Judith left him a few months earlier, he has tried getting back into a dating scene although no relationship has panned out for him. Roger is optimistic he'll find "the one" for him soon enough though.Still, he was getting more sleepy by the second, he put out the cig, changed clothes and finally tried to drift off to sleep.Key word: TriedThe rain seemed to get more heavier and the lightning got louder, which caused Roger to roll around in his bed for what felt like hours trying to fall asleep but he couldn't. He tried to put the pillows over his ears in a futile attempt to block out the noise but that didn't work either."Fuckin thunder, go away" he muttered.He kept rolling around for a few more minutes before finally getting the feeling he was gonna drift off to sleep.Suddenly a knock came at his front door that woke him up."Are you kidding me?!" he exclaimed. Being annoyed at first before realizing and thinking to himself "Who the hell could be at my door at this hour?"At first Roger thought it could be David to finally pick up a guitar he forgot about the last time he hung over but he, or really anyone else in the band, usually wouldn't come at this hour. Especially in this terrible weather.He then thought, what if it's the annoying press? Eh... nah even they wouldn't be dumb enough to come in this rain. He then realized it might've been a fan that somehow found his house.Another knock and the door bell ringing stopped Roger's thoughts and he was now terrified, and also kinda pissed because his sleep was being ruined, that he could have some stalker fan right outside his front door.He went downstairs and peered out his window at the door and he saw a figure near it. It was too dark to see what the person looked like and Roger couldn't recognize who it was, only seeing he was male and that he was carrying something, but he was angry and now it was time to try and get them out.He went straight to his door and opened it. He saw that the same figure was at his doorstep and it was still kinda dark to see what he looked like."Ok mate what the hell do you wan-" A loud lightning strike made Roger jump and it was close enough to finally see the man's face.He had black long hair that was soaked thanks to the heavy rain and green eyes that Roger now thought resembled "black holes in the sky".Roger's eyes widened "No...it can't be." he thought.After a few seconds staring at the man he finally spoke, "S-Syd?!""Uh... hey Rog."