Dreamers Ball II Roger Taylor/Ben hardy

Chapter 1

You were at the usual bar you were at every. Single. Weekend. Playing your 1965 surf green Fender Jaguar, you were playing Killer Queen by Queen which is your favourite song to play.

As the crowd roared with cheers you walk off the stage after thanking them for coming. When you come off the stage the owner of the bar Lewis, walks up to you
"Delilah, there's someone here I think you will want to meet"
You go with him to the back of the stage to see the one and only Freddie motherfucking Mercury.

You cover your mouth with your hands in shock that Freddie mercury was standing directly infront of you.

"DARLING you were absolutely fantastic out there you definitely did my amazing song justice"
Still in shock, you reply "thank you so very much I-I still can't believe it's actually you" you say stuttering slightly

"I think Brian would LOVE to meet you, you know discuss guitars and stuff and whatever else you gorgeous guitarists speak about" Freddie says laughing slightly to himself.

"BRIAN MAY?!"
"I'm so sorry darling I never caught your name" Freddie says questioning slightly
"Oh Delilah, Delilah Renzo"
"Well Delilah follow me the rest of the band is back here"

Slightly less shocked you turn around to see that Lewis is no longer there... unsure of when he walked away you go with Freddie to the room behind the stage. As you walk in the smell of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne hits you instantly not a terrible smell but not the greatest. Your eyes instantly land on the blonde boy lounged over a blue arm chair with a drum stick in his hand drumming a beat on his leg with a cigarette in his mouth. He notices you looking at him and looks up you recognise this man as Roger Taylor, the drummer. He smirks when he realises your staring and you look away.
Freddie breaks the silence by saying "BOYS! This is Delilah she was the one playing our song earlier. Very well might I add"

Brian may is sitting on an identical chair to rogers Except this time in red, he's sat tuning and messing around with something on his guitar. John Deacon is sitting on the floor talking to roger while they both annoy Brian as he's trying to focus on tuning his guitar.

Roger and Brian get up and walk towards you.
Roger puts his hand out and says "roger Taylor nice to meet you Delilah" you put your hand out to shake his before he grabs and it plants a kiss on the back of your hand smiling. Brian rolls his eyes and says "apologies about Roger he's a bit drunk just now.... I'm Brian and that's deaky on the floor over there"
"MY NAMES JOHN ACTUALLY" John shouts over at Brian probably also a bit drunk.

A few hours later you check your watch and realise it's almost 3AM, you turn to Freddie and say "I really must get going, it's been an amazing night thank you so much"
"Oh darling must you go so soon?" Freddie mentions sounding slightly sad
"Fred, it's almost 3 in the bloody morning let the poor girl leave" deaky says now sobered up a bit.
As you start to walk away you feel someones presence behind you, it's Roger....
"I'll walk you to your car"
"Oh I actually walked here" you laugh slightly. "I'll walk you home then" roger says slightly over joyed as he runs back to grab his jacket "let me just tell the boys"

He re appears a couple minutes later this time with a big leather jacket on which perfectly matches his sparkly converses. You laugh slightly noticing his pink shoes. As you walk out the building you realise it's gotten much colder than it was when you arrived. You shiver slightly at the Change of temperature.
"You cold?" Roger asks,
"Do I look hot?!" You slightly shout (drunkily may i add)
"That depends in what way, because if we're talking temperature wise then no but looks wise... abse-fucking-loutley" you hit him lightly on the arm before he takes his jacket off and wraps it over your shoulders leaving his arm also draped over them. You were to cold to care and anyways I don't think you minded to much. You arrive back at your apartment and go to give roger back his jacket. "Keep it, I insist so you never forget me" "bit hard to forget you meddows" you laugh.
"OH WERE USING NICKNAMES NOW?!" He shouts.
"Goodnight meddows" you say smiling more than you have probably ever.
"Goodnight Delilah" he says and kisses your cheek before walking away.

That entire night the only thing you could think about was Roger Meddows Taylor. That stupid drummer boy that tried to shoot his shot a bit to many times but you loved every one.

PLS TELL ME IF THIS IS SHIT 😭
I'm rlly happy w the way it turned out but I would 100% appreciate feedback :) by the by i decided on a surf green fender jaguar as it's my dream guitar and I want to live My fantasies though Delilah 🥲

Thanks for reading!!
Ezra xx