Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

What's Up, Love

"Can everyone gather around please?" John Reid called in a crowded bar.

The band had finished their first show of this tour. You hadn't even been able to go to the hotel where you'll be staying for a few days. The minute you got off the plane then a tour bus then a small van you went straight to this venue to perform. It was an epic show, one of their bests and now you would drink the night away before going back to the hotel to finish the night off with sex, one of your favorite parts of the touring life.

"Hey, we're busy here what's going on?" Freddie said with attitude in his voice. None of the band liked the guy that much and they seemed they wanted this conversation with John over as quick as they could make it.

The group, Brian, Freddie, Mary, Deaky, Veronica, and you and Roger gathered around the large table where cigarettes smoked and alcohol, consumed

"well to cut the small talk as you all look so happy to talk, you all have to share two hotel rooms." He said with a stolid expression on his face. 

"Pardon?" Brian said joining the conversation.

"The rooms were full. I got two rooms split it between you, you'll be fine its only three nights." He said shrugging his shoulders and starting to wake away before Roger blocked him off and made him sit back down. 

Your eyes widened at the news. TWO ROOMS? You had to share a room with someone. Freddie and Mary, John and Veronica, or lonely Brian? Brian wouldn't be so bad but what about the "gigs" after shows, in bed? 

"No, your joking," Roger said. John Reid shook his head. 

"And where are you sleeping?" Deaky asked, his arm was slung around Veronica's shoulders and she held her drink taking small sips here and there. Two empty pint glasses sat in front of her.

The room was full of cigarette smoke and the smell of liquor that lingered in everyone's mouths leached into oxygen making the familiar smells of a bar you came to find comfort in. 

There was no overhead lighting besides small dangling lights at each booth and over the main bar where many people sat drinking away their lives. 

"In another room." He said.

"Good luck," Brian said bumping his shoulder into Roger's as he walked away, most likely to get more alcohol.

He then came back shortly after with a try full of drinks.

"Shut your bloody mouth," Roger yelled at him as a few surrounding people starred at the raise of his voice. Everyone looked at him signally to shush and he got the message.

"Let me get this straight, the..." Freddie stopped talking for a second, locking eyes with each one of you. 

"The seven of us all have to share a room which is around 3 or 4 people in each room and you get one whole fucking room to yourself. No fucking way." Freddie said leaning back and crossing his arms as he sat strangely far away from Mary.

His pointer and middle finger held an almost finished cigarette. Mary, next to him, carried another cigarette making a large puff of smoke together.

 "Well, I'm sharing it with a bodyguard so I'm not entirely alone," John said, now desperately trying to leave the booth.

"And where are all of our roadies sleeping?" Brian asked. Brian Nudger, (rip to Brian he died two days before my birthday a few years ago) Dane Clark, Des Seal, James Dan, and others among them needed places to stay as well. They all played very vital roles in the tours. 

"Well, they are staying at a nearby hotel that had a few open rooms. Look it's three nights all right. And then our bus and will come to pick us up on Monday and drive us to our next stop." John explained. The group looked around at each other keeping conversation between their eyes. You all knew what you were saying without saying it. 

"Oh and Paul, he will have to sleep with you guys," John said as Paul Pret*er (I refuse to say his name) walked over and sat next to Freddie. He gave Fred a strange eyebrow raise and Freddie smiled but told him off to sit elsewhere. 

Mary was at the bar grabbing more drinks. 

"I have places to be guys please for the last time Roger let me out," John said. Deaky slid something under the table as John got out of the booth and left. Deaky giggled and Veronica laughed as she looked at what he was holding under the table.

Once John was gone, he lifted it up for you could see among with everyone else. Paul left with John and they were at the bar drinking. 

"Snatched the wankers bloody wallet," Deaky said as you stared at the leather wallet that bulged at the seams with cash.

"How the fuck is he getting all that money?" Brian said taking the wallet and pulling out the cash. 

"It's 800 pounds worth of money! What person carries that much around to a bar?" Brian said quickly counting the money.

Roger took it and you examined it with him. "let's go buy some stuff with it!" Roger exclaimed.

"No Rog, you are missing the point. If he casually has 800 pounds of money easy enough where someone can steal it, that means he's rich with is somewhere else. How does he have this much money and can only get a shitty motel for us that only has three rooms?" Brian explained and everyone realized they could've gotten better places.

"He's scamming us!" Brian said and then everyone really got it. 

You tapped Roger's arm. "What's up, love?" He said and you signalled to go elsewhere. You hadn't spoken a whole lot for the past few minutes. 

"What if we took that money..." You said. He interrupted you. "That's what I said!" He said happily that his idea might work out.

"No no, but what if we take that money to adopt a child." You told him.