Why would I forget ? | Roger Taylor

2- Queen

11th July 1972

I stood in front of my full length mirror, analysing my tired face and empty feeling figure. My hazel eyes were coated in a layer of makeup thick enough to mask the puffy redness, and my frame was covered by a small green dress and boots that reached my knees.

I sighed deeply and glanced at my watch, slightly nervous for the night ahead. It had just passed 08:30pm, so I decided to grab my jacket, bag and packet of cigarettes off of the kitchen counter before locking my apartment door behind me.

Though I hadn't told any of the four boys, I was going to the pub across from Brian's place to watch their gig. Fred had told me about it a couple days ago, begging me to finally see one of his shows in the next century. It wasn't until this morning, when my mind reminded me off how selfish I had been in the past few months, I finally decided it was time to go see Queen again.

I was a little excited, though my nervousness completely outweighed any anticipation I felt. The entire journey I thought of Roger, and how he would react to me being there, as well as the fact I may have to talk about Emily.

I stood outside the pub for a brief moment, preparing myself to go inside. I dropped the half-smoked cigarette from between my fingers to the floor and stood on it, making sure it was out, and walked through the doors to the old pub I hadn't visited in months.

As I stepped into the loud, busy environment I immediately noticed the four boys on stage. Freddie was of course dressed in some ridiculous outfit he'd most likely stolen from his sister and Brian and John were moving about on stage to the beat of Roger banging against the drums. They played exactly the same as when I last saw them, full of energy and joy.

I ordered a drink and stayed near to the back of the crowd, being careful not to draw any of the boys attention to me. I was stood behind a group of blondes in tiny little skirts, all three of them fixed on the drummer. They were clearly here to try and get their chance with the famous Roger Taylor, and I would be shocked if he didn't leave with all three of them.

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After the little performance came to an end, I cheered the four musicians as they stepped of the stage, returning the rooms attention to whatever was playing on the tv in the corner. I noticed Freddie step outside, presumably for a smoke, so I decided to join him.

"Hiya Fred." I smiled and laughed as Freddie's jaw immediately dropped open. He hugged my tightly, almost burning me with his freshly lit cig.

"Lottie ! Darling I thought you weren't coming." He smiled brightly, and I could tell it was a real smile of happiness, not a fake one that he often plastered across his face to try and reassure me.

"Well I changed my mind." I took the cigarette that was burning between his fingers and placed it between my own, claiming it as mine.

"I didn't even notice you." He laughed at the stolen cig, before further questioning me about where I'd hidden during the brief part of the show I'd watched.

"I was stood behind these girls, three blondes going crazy for Roger." Fred shook his head and chuckled at the thought of the crazy fan girls.

"Shall we go inside then ? I know a couple of guys that are dying to see you." I shrugged my shoulders as Fred spoke before he took my hand and dragged me back inside to the table that the other band members were sat around, each of them a beer in hand.