Roger Taylor 1977

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This is for A_Queen_with_a_Dream
I hope you enjoy it!
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I walked down the street with my journal open reading as I was walking. I had a open mic poetry reading tonight at one of my favorite coffee shops. I always loved going to the coffee shop because there's so many other Artists and writers there. They're all quite interesting and you never know who'll you'll meet.

As I finally arrived the whole place was quite packed. I didn't expect so many people tonight. I then spotted a friend of my mine named Jameson.

" Jess over here" He called.

I weaved through the bustling crowd and to my friend.

" Hey James how's it going" I asked him sitting down at the counter beside him.

"Good are you ready for tonight" he asked me.

"Nervous but yes I am" I told him honestly.

As the readings started I was soon up on the list. I carefully walked up there ready to read my poem. As I was getting ready to read I noticed a group of guys in the very back. Two had black hair, one with brown, and the other with blonde. The blonde lad stared at me intently.

"This is called My Autumn Wind " I spoke into the mic before continuing

"The autumn air swirls around us
The smell of coffee on our breath
When I saw you stare for just a little to long and it made me wonder where this could lead us"

As I finished the poem looking up a few times while reading the blonde lad was still staring at me. everyone snapped at my poem making me blush. I exited off the stage and back to Jameson so I could eat the muffin I bought. We were talking up a storm when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see the Blonde guy that was staring at me earlier.

" Hi" I said shyly as I was nervous around new people.

"Hi I'm Roger and you are?"

" Jessica but you can call me Jess" I told him smiling alittle.

He was just how do you say...Gorgeous that's the word. He had beautiful blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, a boyish smile, and was just perfect.

"I came to tell you that your poem was beautiful and the best I've heard so far" he told me making me blush.

" Why thank you I thought it was just a bunch if rubbish but I'm glad someone actually enjoyed it" I replied.

We ended up speaking for the rest of the night. All through our conversations he'd call me something different like "Hot-stuff", "Button" ,"Pretty lady", and "sweetheart". All of course are made me blush. Soon before we knew it, it was closing time.

"Can I walk you home I mean it's quite late and you never know what could happen " he asked trying to give me a explanation but the moonlight played across his face making it so I could see him blushing.

" Sure" I told him making him sigh slightly in relief.

We started walking down the street making small talk. I was shivering cold as I forgot a jacket to wear.

"Are you cold " he asked me but without a response he took his coat off draping it on my shoulder.

" You don't have to I'll be-" I was cut off by Roger.

"Your cold take it I'll be fine" he told me giving me a loving look.

" Alright" I said giving in.

We arrived at my apartment and he walked up to my door.

" It was very nice to meet you Button" he said smiling.

" It was nice to meet you Roggie"I told him giving him a nickname.

I stared up at his beautiful blue eyes and stared into mine. We both leaned in giving a passionate kiss then pulling away. We both smiled.

" I guess I better be going remember to call me" he said as I was still breath less.

"Yeah I will...Oh here's your coat" he then refused.

" No,no you keep it,it looks better in you anyway" he told me.

" Alright bye Roger"

" Bye Pretty lady" He said winking before walking down the stairs.

I waited till he was out of sight before walking inside. I couldn't help but smile. I put my hands inside the coat that smelt of Roger and felt something. I pulled it out and it was a little slip of paper.

Call me so we can schedule a date tommarro.

Then at the bottom had his phone number.

That was the night I met my Roger. We've been together now for 7 years. It's wierd to think how time Flys so fast. I guess that's what happens when your in love.

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