Paper Rings {Roger Taylor × Fem!Reader}

Chapter 1: Joint Best Friends and Strange, Clog-Like Things

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SATURDAY 10TH OCTOBER 1970
6:23 PM
(Y/N) (Y/L/N) & VERONICA TETZLAFF'S APARTMENT, LONDON

"Are you sure I look alright?" I questioned to my friend who was stood beside me. I scrutinised my reflection in the mirror, smoothing down my shirt, once again.
Veronica laughed under her breath and put her chin on my shoulder. "(y/n), you look fineeee. It's not like there's anyone important there though. It's just Freddie"
I spun and pointed my finger at my roomate. "Yes but it's not just Freddie is it? It's Freddie and his band mates, who, bear in mind, I have never met before. I need to make a good first impression" I spun back to the mirror and adjusted the shirt I was wearing to make sure it looked alright. It was a cropped number, sort of like a corset top, with a floral orange pattern on. This was paired with some bell-bottoms which hugged my thighs at the top and flared out below the knees. And of course, my worn in Doc Martens with beads on the laces.
"Right so what?" Veronica asked
I elbowed her
"Ohhh, I understand. You want to look good if any of them are hot... right?" She stuck her tongue out at me then walked off to the kitchen as the kettle went off.
"Maybe..." I muttered, feeling a blush spread across my cheeks.
Veronica laughed. "Call me if you go home with anyone. You having dinner with them?"
"Yeah, probably gonna pop down to the chippy" I replied messing with my hair.
My housemate hummed and nodded, siping her newly made tea. "Cool. I shall fend for myself then"
"You could always come with me. Freddie said he was fine if I brought someone" I offered, although it was probably slightly too late for Veronica to get ready, seeing as her current clothing was a pair of fluffy hello kitty pyjama bottoms and a baby tee with the words 'sorry for having perfect tits and correct opinions' emblazoned across said perfect tits.
"Nah, I'll be fine. I was thinking of going to that vinyl shop down the road" She smiled.
I shrugged on a brown leather jacket since it was cold outside. "That's the 8th time this week... and you still haven't run into him again."
"You never know!"

We had gone to this record shop 5 minutes down the road from our flat, about a week ago. Veronica was struggling to reach an album when a tall guy with long, brown hair had helped her reach it. They'd chatted about music for a while before he left left his friends after buying Veronica the record. She had fallen head over heels with him and now made any excuse to go down to the shop. We had dubbed him "the record shop guy" since she had never caught his name.

"That is quite possible" She muttered.
I snorted. "Right okay. Well- good luck with that. I'd better get going. Don't wanna be late to my best mates gig" I picked up my bag and started walking out the door.
"Have fun! Stay safe!" Veronica waved to me as I closed the door. "HEY! I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR BEST MATE!" She shouted a few seconds later.
I walked back, chuckled and knelt down so I was level with the letter box. "Joint best" I spoke through the hole in the door. "With Freddie"
"FUCK YOU" I heard my joint best friend shout from our apartment "AND NOT IN A FUN WAY" I smirked as I walked down the stairs, onto the London streets.

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SATURDAY 10TH OCTOBER 1970
6:29PM
THE MOONLIT ANGEL, LONDON

The Moonlit Angel was quite a nice bar. Rather spacious, with a stage. Despite its size, it seemed rather crowded with people wanting to see Freddie's band. Dotted around the place were hand drawn posters of an intricate logo, much like that of the royal family coat of arms, with the word 'Queen' emblazoned across it. Some of the posters had been vandalised to say 'Queef'. I snickered at the thought of 4 20-something men, performing under the name of vaginal farts.

I walked up to the bar a got myself a half a pint of cider then began the task of sticking my elbows out to get to the front of the crowd. Queen was certainly popular. I'd never heard any of their songs in full form, just the bits and pieces of Freddies compositions which he always asked me for help on. Eventually, I managed to push to the front just in time for the band to step on stage. I couldn't make out any of them because they were cloaked in shadow until Freddie came prancing out on stage dressed in a pair of velvet trousers and a black shirt. He waved to me and smiled before walking upstage. (gcse drama terminology right there)