One hell of a story (Queen fanfic)

Part 1

the entire story is in Roger's P.O.V.

((Roger Taylor's P.O.V))

For the first time in what felt like forever we were back in the studio, Ready to record the song that was going to send me over the edge. I made my way into the recording room, already feeling emotional. Six years had passed... six years since Freddie's death and it still didn't feel real, it didn't feel right. It was as though he was sat in the room with me, sat in the corner watching everything going on and giving me guidance when I needed it. Maybe that's why it didn't feel real, it almost felt as though he was here... but the truth was he wasn't.

I took a seat on the only empty stool in the room. Everybody was here, our manger, producer, Brian and John, even our photographer was here. Everybody was here expect for Freddie, the one person I craved to see, craved to be with. I sat in silence as everybody else discussed what would be happening today. I knew that agreeing to do this was a mistake... it's too hard to be here and make music without him. Even though we have made music since his death, this song means something more than all of that. We finished the made in heaven album, we preformed a tribute concert but this song 'only the good die young' is something that hits something deep down. In a way the song is true and that's what hurts inside.

"Roger....Roger" Brian said, snapping me out of my thoughts and back into reality.

"Huh...yeah, what? Sorry" I quickly said.

"Ready to being recording for the video?" Brian asked...of course I wasn't ready, why would I be... I had to sing a song that was based on my late lover and act as though everything was okay.

"Yeah...yeah whatever" I said as we all got up from our seat and made our way to the set. I felt a hand on my shoulder; I turned around to see John looking at me with sympathetic eyes.

"it will be okay, he's watching down on you" he said softly before walking on ahead of me, John saw straight through my fake smile back there and in a way I was glad. I didn't have to hide from everyone; someone was still there for me.

I took a seat behind my drum kit and watched as John grabbed his bass and Brian took a seat at the piano. He would play the guitar and it would be added in later. I stared intensively at the glass of champagne placed on the piano; it sat there because Freddie would always have a glass of champagne on the piano when he played concerts. It was now a symbol.

"Roger" John whisper shouted, snapping me out of my thought this time. I turned towards him; he gave me a warm smile as a kind of reassurance which I did my best to return.

"Ready?" our producer asked, I smiled at John who confirmed we were ready to begin recording. Brian began playing the piano as I began playing my drums and John starting on his bass. The intro ended and the singing began, first it was Brian to sing....

"A hand above the water

an angel reaching for the sky

is it raining in Heaven -

Do you want us to cry?

And everywhere the broken-hearted

on every lonely avenue

No-one could reach them

No-one but you"

"One by one

only the Good die young

they're only flyin' too close to the sun

and life goes on -

Without you..." we all joined in on the course of the song, even John sang and he rarely sings. I took in a deep breath, knowing that it was my turn to sing next. I looked to John who gave me a slight thumbs up. We were both the youngest members of the band and I think that's why we have always been there for each other....it was as though we finished growing up together. We would laugh at the stupidest things whilst the other two wouldn't because they were older. I prepare myself for singing the next verse.

"Another Tricky Situation

I get to drownin' in the Blues

and I find myself thinkin'

Well - what would you do?

Yea! - it was such an operation

Forever paying every due

Hell, you made a sensation

You found a way through - and" I took a deep breath yet again, feeling as though I was on the verge of tears. My eyes were watering and my hands were shaking, I just need to hold it together for a few more minutes, I thought to myself.

"One by one"

Only the Good die young

they're only flyin' too close to the sun

we'll remember -

Forever..." again everybody joined in with the course...the last verse then one more course, I thought to myself.

"And now the party must be over

I guess we'll never understand

the sense of your leaving

Was it the way it was planned?

And so we grace another table

and raise our glasses one more time

There's a face at the window

and I ain't never, never sayin' goodbye..." as Brian sang those words a tear rolled down my cheek. As each word was sang I found it harder and harder to hold myself together...but I could just hear Freddie's voice in the back of my head encouraging me to go on.

"One by one

Only the Good die young

They're only flyin' too close to the sun

Cryin' for nothing" the course was sung again all together

"cryin' for no-one" I sang, slightly choking up as I did

"no-one but you" Brian sang the final words before the song came to an end. The recording had stopped and I could feel my eyes begin to blur with tears. The only thoughts in my head at the moment where about Freddie, and right now that was the only thoughts I wanted.

The only thing I had left of Freddie was my thoughts, the memories we had created, the times we shared...from the beginning to the end...we had one hell of a story. A story that should be told, but I'm sure would take too long.

I knew I wouldn't last much longer; I could no longer hold back the tears. On the verge of crying I walked towards John, knowing he would be the only one who would understand why I was leaving for the day. I quickly told him I was leaving and gave him a brief pat on the back, also telling him I would call him later. I quickly spoke to our producer and manager before finally leaving the building and walking towards my car.

I turned on the engine and began my journey home. The ride home wasn't long and before I knew it I was pulling up outside my house. My huge house that feels empty without someone with me, without the one person I truly need.

I swiftly got out of the car, making my way towards the house and unlocking the front door. I closed the door behind me and began making my way up the stairs, to my favourite room in the house. The room that held the many memories that right now I wanted to remember.

I walked into the pale room...the room that me and Freddie once shared and took a seat on the chair placed in the corner. I looked around the room admiring the paintings my late lover had created, all the photos that were taken to remember the good times... to remember Freddie.