BEHIND BLUE EYES - ROGER DALTREY

six

3rd June, 1968

I was currently laying on Pete's couch as he strummed on his acoustic guitar, I loved listening to him play. I was bored out of my mind as I had graduated Uni and so I didn't really have much to do during the day. He was playing some songs from the new album he was writing, Tommy. He still bugged me about coming on tour with them every now and again and now I was even more unsure than last time.

"What do you think, Bella?" I snap out of my thoughts, Pete was playing me a song to hear my opinion on it but I realised I was daydreaming throughout it. "You weren't listening, were you?" I sigh, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry. Will you play it again?" He rolls his eyes, starting the song again. It started with him playing a few chords before picking the strings to form a tune.

'Got a feeling 1921 is gonna be a good year...' He played me the song and it was beautiful. From the songs I had heard, I knew this album was going to go high on the charts. Pete's music was different, it wasn't just about love or politics or hatred. It was everything. He could write a song about custard and it would be a hit. Pete wrote story songs but at the same time they have great meaning. He allowed you to relate to his lyrics and I think he has such a gift. 

He finished the song, strumming his guitar one final time and I clasp my hands together. "That was beautiful, Pete." He grins, ruffling my hair. "One day, you're going to write a song that will change rock music forever. A song that will people will listen to and think 'wow, that is real music'." He puts his guitar down and attacks me in a hug, "That means so much to me, Bella. I love you." I hug him back, resting my head on his chest, "I love you, Petey."

"Please don't fall for Roger." He says out of the blue. I furrow my eyebrows, turning to face him. "What?" He puts his arm around my shoulder, "Bella, I'm not telling you what to do. I just know what Roger is like and I don't want you getting hurt." I chuckle quietly, "You don't have to worry about me, Pete. I don't like Roger that way." He sighs, "It's just the way you look at him." I burst out laughing, "Oh yeah? Like what?" He shrugs, "The way you looked at Arthur and Matt, I can just tell." I shake my head, "I can assure you, I don't look at him like that." He sighs once more before shrugging again, "I don't know, I just had a feeling but if you're sure. Just don't make me say I told you so." I laugh, leaning my head on his shoulder, "Trust me, I'll be the one saying I told you so." He chuckles, leaning his head on mine. 

4th may, 1968

I walk into work with an unusual chipper mood. "Hello Martin!" I greet my boss as I walk into the office, hanging up my coat. He looks at me with a raised brow, "Someone got out the wrong side of the bed this morning" I shrug, "Just happy to be alive." He chuckles, "Is it a boy?" I laugh, "Nope. Men are rats." I say and walk out the office before popping back in, "Apart from you, of course." He rolls his eyes, "Get to work."

I walk into the storage room, collecting a box of new vinyl that needed to be sorted and put into the shop. I take the box, placing it onto the counter. "Men are rats, hm?" I nearly drop the box in shock, "Piss off, Mick, you scared the shit out of me." He laughs, going to collect a box of vinyl and placing it next to mine.

"Aw. Did I ruin your good mood?" He teases, pinching my cheek. I nod, "Yes. Yes you did." He pouts, "I'm sorry. What's got you so happy?" I roll my eyes, "Can't a woman be in a good mood without having  a load of questions asked?" He holds his hand up in defence, "Sorry, you're just a bit groggy normally on a Saturday morning." I nod, "True. I don't know, I just feel good about today." He smiles, "Excited for our date?" I stare at him, "What?" He bursts out laughing, "I'm joking, Annie." I sigh, "I was confused for a second there. Like I'd agree to go on a date with you."

He looks hurt and I panic. "I'm joking, Mick, I didn't mean it." He smirks, "So you would go on a date with me?" I groan, "You had this all planned out didn't you." He bit his lip, "C'mon Annie, give me one chance."  I think about it, Mick is a lonely guy and he is really attractive. Plus, it would get Pete off my back about Roger. "Sure. Why not?" He grins, "I'll pick you up tonight. 8?" I nod, wondering what I had let myself in for.

**

I apply my last bit of lip gloss before making my way downstairs and into the kitchen. Rachael whistle, "Oooo you look pretty. Where're you off to?" I place my camera into my bag, "On a date with Mick, he somehow talked me into it." She furrows her eyebrows, "What about Roger? I was rooting for you guys!" I sigh in annoyance, "Can everyone please shut up about Roger? I couldn't give less of a shit about him! I'm tired of people telling me how to feel!" I do an inward sigh of relief as I hear someone knock on the door. I pick up my bag and walk to the door, saying hi to Mick and walking out.

"You look beautiful, Annie." I smile, gratefully, "Thank you, Mick, you don't look too bad yourself." He laughs, "Why thank you." We begin to walk down the street, "Where are we off to then?" I ask him, "I thought we go on a walk down the river and have a few drinks in your favourite pub." He suggest and I smile, "The Half Moon?" He nods, "How did you know it was my favourite?" He shrugs, "You've mentioned it." 

We had a few drinks and I was really enjoying myself. I saw a different side to Mick, the charming and charismatic side, not the cocky and moody side that I often saw at work. I think I found it easy to relax on the date as I already know Mick, it wasn't like it was a blind date.

He walked me back home at around midnight and I had his jacket wrapped around my shoulders. We get to my front door and I turn to face time, "I had a lovely time, thank you, Mick." I hand him his jacket back, "Me too." He looks down at me, moving a stand of hair around my hear before leaning in to kiss me. Major deja vu but I knew I wanted to. Our lips met and it was a sweet kiss. He wasn't forceful and my god his lips were soft. He pulls away, grinning. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that." I giggle and we say out final goodbyes before I go back inside.