The Who One Shots and Imagines

Stranger in the Crowd- Roger

    The noise of my friends and the music clouded my senses as I sat on the bed contemplating if I even wanted to go out tonight. Lee, my closest and dearest friend, was big into the mod scene and insisted we had to see a band called 'The Who'.

I wasn't musically conservative by any means but I had my artists I loved and tended to stick to. My record collection consisted of mainly Elvis and The Beach Boys, with maybe a 45' of some Beatles singles that I'd heard on the radio and became keen to.

"Oh my GOD!" Ann, my friend that was not as dear and close to me shouted and burst out of the bathroom, "LEE! You didn't tell me how cute the guys are in this band!" She squealed.

Lee had brought over a single released by the band we were going to see tonight and a poster of the event. I stood up and walked over to Ann, prying the poster from her excited hands.

"You like them?" Lee perked up and gave a smile.

"Who's the one with those big, gorgeous dark eyes?" Ann walked over and pointed to one of the men.

"That's Keith Moon. He's the drummer. I've seen them- what," Lee paused to think. "twice now? Three times maybe? But anyways- he's incredible. Just wait 'till you see what he does with the drums at the end of the show!"

Ann let out another squeal and bounded to the bathroom to finish getting ready. I was quite less excited than Ann to see them. Going out to clubs was always a medley for anxiety and disaster. I scanned the poster, finally able to focus without the sounds of Ann squealing.

The band consisted of four guys, the 'big, gorgeous dark eyes' Keith Moon, a taller skinnier boy who looked about as young as Keith with an eye catching nose, a brooding man with jet-black hair dressed sharply, and a smiling, handsome shorter man with blonde hair and captivating blue eyes.

My eyes found their way back to the blonde and I found myself more attracted to him as I studied the rest of him I didn't see from my first glance. His smile seemed warm and genuine, although it was a photo, it had the corners of my mouth creeping up into a similar one.

Lee had noticed my focus on the poster and sat beside me.

"That's Roger Daltrey." She pointed to the blonde I was studying. "The lead singer. Incredible voice too, besides his good looks." She chuckled and nudged me.

My cheeks warmed up a bit and and quickly turned a shade of red. I nudged her back and laughed. I guess I had been staring at the poster for longer than I had thought.

We settled back into our original spots and looked at the poster again.

"He is quite handsome, isn't he?" I didn't take my eyes off of him.

"Quite. But personally," She pointed to the tall boy with the big nose. "I'm into him."

I saw her admirable smile as she looked at the boy. I looked him over for a brief moment and shot a questioning look to her.

"He's unbelievably talented on the guitar. Like no one else I've heard. He does this thing," Her smile grew wider and she started to flail her arms around playing air guitar. "And- I don't know. I just think he's cute." She threw her hands into her lap and continued to grin.

"Aw." I laughed. I couldn't help but adore how giddy Lee was over this guy. I personally didn't understand the attraction, but to each their own I guess. "What's his name? Have you talked to him?"

"Pete Townshend." Her smile started to fade. "And no, not yet. I'm too nervous to talk to him. And I haven't gotten the chance to either."

"Maybe tonight?" I gave her a hopeful smile to which she meekly returned one.