Why would I forget ? | Roger Taylor

38- College

16th November 1972

"Darling it's me." Freddie slammed my front door behind him and plonked himself down onto my sofa like he usually would and waited for a response from me. I was stood in front of the bathroom mirror, a mascara wand in one hand and the other grasping the tube.

"I'm in the bathroom. Sorry I'm just doing my make up give me two seconds. No Mary ?" I yelled in reply.

"No, out with her friends from work or something. Don't be too long I can't be late to my own show." I sighed and chucked, finishing coating my eyelashes in a thick enough layer of mascara before tapping the smallest bit of lip balm across my lips and placing my necklace round my neck- obviously the one Roger bought me.

The small piece of silver seemed to mean a lot more to me now than it did two and a half weeks ago. I used to wear it in hope it would catch Roger's attention, but now when I wore it I thought of the ways he kissed me when I did. And of course how much a simple thing could mean to me. A dainty necklace with a simple rose pendant seemed to have more meaning than most words people had said to me.

"It's a performance at imperial college Freddie- calm down." I hurriedly shoved all the make up products back into the bag I'd pulled them out of moments ago and gave my hair one final touch up in the mirror. I cared a lot more about how I looked than I did before- I now looked at myself in the mirror hoping I was good enough for the drummer to sleep with, just like most other girls.

"What ? It's a step up from the pub." Freddie replied.

"I'll be more supportive when you're on Top of the Pops. That is a step up from the pub." I opened the bathroom door and stepped into living room to find Freddie had opened nearly every kitchen cupboard and was now searching for something he obviously couldn't find.

"What the fuck are you doing ?" I laughed a little. He turned on his heel to face me with a huge smile pulling at his lips.

"You've not got a drop of booze in this place darling."

"I know I don't. Tryna cut down."

"That's because you're starting to feel better. Slowly but surely. You smile more now you know."

"I don't need a motivational speech thanks- I'll talk to Brian if I want one. Cmon let's get into the bloody car before you're late to this bloody college."

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I walked through the back entrance to the college stage, one only the band and extras were supposed to use, carrying more equipment than I should've been. Freddie was a couple of steps in-front of me, his hands somehow bearing a lot less weight than mine.

We managed to make our way though the maze of corridors until Freddie found the room the others were all sat in waiting. I assumed this is the space they'd been given to 'get ready' with the time and stuff they had. My eyes almost instantly fell onto Roger, noticed him wearing a very tight pair of trousers but not wearing any shirt yet. He had a cigarette sat between his lips and a camera between both of his hands, playing with the different buttons in an attempt to get it to work. He was sat in a small wooden chair, one that looked like it could've been stolen from a classroom.

Freddie let out a deep sigh and fell onto the very small couch in the corner beside Veronica, almost giving her a little shock. John and Brian were crouched down by even more equipment, including both of their instruments, both fiddling with different plugs and switches. I carefully passed them the bits and bobs I had been ordered to carry by Freddie, giving them both a small smile that considered mainly of sympathy as I watched Deakys face drop a little. The two of them must of been crouched there for far too long.