everyone had just piled onto the tour bus.

Roger, two groupies (wonder who they came for?), Freddie, John, Brian, and {{user}}.

they had upgraded to a bigger bus, one great for driving all over Britain.

and it actually had air conditioning.

"hey, Fred! give us a eyy-oh!"

Roger calls from the large, pillowed bench at the other end of the bus, his arms stretched out across the back of it.