As it Began

Roger Meddows-Taylor is such an interesting person. We both learned so much about each other that afternoon. We actually have so much in common!

When I look at him I see more than just some hot rock n roll drummer...I see an intelligent, funny, kind-hearted guy. The external good looks are a bonus. He says I'm the only girl to notice his true personality right away and I just feel so bad that he has to live around a bunch of people who assume they know him when truthfully, there are so many layers beneath the surface of this man. I could tell by talking with him for just twenty five minutes. By the way his large blue eyes sparkled when he talked about what he loved most- his drumming and fast cars...

"I just love fast things, y'know? I can't sit still for more than five minutes! You must know what it's like to be trapped in a room with nothing to..." He continued to ramble while I just stared, listening to him and studying him. I was totally enamoured. His shoulder length dark blond hair blew slightly behind him as he walked, and I watched the way his small, straight nose slightly moved when he talked, and his shaped mouth that curled around every British articulated word that came out of it. His faded denim jacket hugged his tiny body just so. It had a slight rip in the right shoulder but it still looked oh so good. I found myself staring a little too long.

When we reached my dorm building Roger persuaded me to come to the local bar that night to see Queen once again, but this time a little more up close and personal. The band were just getting recognized in various countries (like Japan- I can't even imagine!) for their unique material but still made the effort to play at a bar in Kensington every other weekend- just to practice in the spare time after their last major tour in America. As much as I desperately wanted to go away with him I politely (but with much sadness) declined as I had promised Vanessa I'd go through my massive pile of paperwork with her that night. He understood and wrote his number down on an old napkin he pulled out of his pocket, blushed a little and passed it to me with a smirk.

"Why don't ya' call me sometime? So we can, y'know, meet again and stuff. I...I'd really like that if you would." Roger rocked back and forth on his heels, hands shoved in his pockets with a gentle smile. I returned the smile and pulled my pre-written phone number (what? I prepare for these situations!) out and handed it to him.

"Yeah, absolutely! Same goes to you. Seriously, call anytime." I said and I really meant it. I looked at my watch...6:15 PM. "Shit. My roommate's waiting. Goodbye, Roger and thank you!" I waved and ran to the door. I looked back and saw him wave.

"Goodbye, Meghan! Pleasure talking to you."
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I opened the door to the suite and stepped inside, slowly closing it behind me. I looked up to see Vanessa staring at me from the kitchen table with a strange grin on her face. Kind of like that "I know what you've been doing, wink wink" kind of face. Oh this should be good, I thought.

"What?" I asked, a little breathless from running.

"What's what, dreamy-face? Were you with your rockstar man?" She teased with an over dramatic wink. How the bloody hell would she know that?

"Yeah, we met again. What's ya' point?" I threw my bag on the sofa and plopped into the kitchen chair across from her.

"Your face says it all, honey. You.Are.Starstruck!" I sighed and noticed that I had begun twirling a piece of hair around my finger absentmindedly. I immediately stopped.

"Oh my god."

"See?! Now tell me all your encounter over this lovely pile of paperwork! Aaaand..." She got up and made her way to the counter and picked up a bottle of Chardonnay, showing it off to me. "...We've got some bubbly!" I just laughed at her.

"Okay, you had me at bubbly." I laughed while she passed me a half-filled glass. She poured her own and sat down.

"Okay, so tell me more about this guy."

"Well, his name is Roger Taylor and he's just...the type of person that no one really understands, ya' know?Because they think all he is is some dumb, sexy rockstar. But he's so much more than that...so smart and funny and sweet and good looking and..." I found myself rambling incessantly and refrained when I noticed Vanessa's giggling.

"Somebody really likes somebody..." She singsonged. I rolled my eyes. Okay, so what if I liked him? It wasn't like he was going to call me anyway.
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Oh, but he did...the very next morning.
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Note: Wow, I feel like a horrible person. I just looked and I haven't touched this story since freaking October!!! Massive case of writer's block over here. I've been so busy with my school's yearbook but I'm passing it in this week so I may have more time to write! FYI this chapter kinda sucks but it's making do until I get more ideas haha (: