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LIV

May, 1974

Roger phoned me, to say that he'd stop by, before he heads over to the BBC.

Priscilla was drawing a love heart on her cardboard dollhouse, while I was making tea for Roger and I.

I heard a loud knock on the door, Priscillas head shot up and squealed for me to answer it.

Standing there, was Roger, removing his sunglasses, as he crouched down and opened his arms for Priscilla to wrap her arms around his neck, as he encircled his around her small torso.

"Hi!" he greeted, grinning, as he kissed the side of her head, I smiled at him, as he stood up, holding Priscilla. "Hi, Al" he said, offering me a kind smile.

"Hi, Rog" I replied, allowing him to enter the house.

I offered Roger a cup of tea, which he gratefully accepted, we watched in awe, as Priscilla began babbling on about her dolls.

"Can I ask you something?" Roger asked me, in a quiet voice, he looked like he had been working up the courage to say something.

"Sure. What?" I asked, talking sips of my tea.

"Could I take Priscilla to the BBC, today? If she gets bored she can bring her toy. I'd just really like her to be there" he asked, in a pleading tone of voice.

I hesitated to answer, I wasn't exactly comfortable leaving Priscilla in Rogers care. I did trust him to look after her, I was just hesitant about it, since they've never really been alone. "I don't know, Rog..." I answered, lightly shrugging.

"Please, Al, you could come too, if you'd like" Roger begged, sounding slightly desperate for my approval.

I thought about it for a moment, before turning to Priscilla who was playing with her dollhouse. "Priscilla" I called, she flipped head around to face me. "Do you want to go see Roger play at the BBC?" I asked, glimpsing a wide grin, spreading on Rogers face, from the corner of my eye.

"Roger going to be on telly?" she asked, with bright, curious eyes, I nodded in response, as she squealed and began jumping up and down in acceptance.

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I walked in the studio, with Priscilla resting on my hip and Roger leading us in. I saw Freddie and Deacy discussing something about Deacys Bass being untuned, while Mary looked up and saw me, her eyes lit up, as she rushed over to me, throwing her arms around me, gently.

"Oh, my gosh! Alice! How have you been, dear?" she asked, with a joyous grin on her face. Roger sauntered over to Brian, who was rolling his eyes at something that a man with a brown mustache had said.

"I've been great, thanks" I grinned, sharing her enthusiasm.

"Who's this?" she asked, caressing her thumb on Priscillas cheek, as Priscilla let out a ticklish, goggle.

"This is Priscilla.. She's my daughter" I answered, sheepishly looking down, as Mary's eyes shot up at me, in shock.

"Is she Rogers?" she mouthed, receiving a nod on my behalf. She pressed her lips tightly together, as she turned to face her head to Freddie, who was making his way over to us.