Imagine waiting in a break room by yourself while Roger was recording 'The Wall' with the band. You quietly read a book while you waited, flipping through the pages with a sigh. You were startled when you heard the door swing open to reveal Roger, looking flustered and angry as he ran his fingers through his hair.
You closed your book and stood up with a concerned expression, "Roger, hey, what's wrong?"
"Everything, that's what," he said through gritted teeth as he paced around the room with his hands still in his hair, pulling it back tightly.
"Stop that," you said as you walked up to stop him from tugging at it.
He let out a frustrated sigh as he looked down at the ground. You reached up to brush back his hair and hold his face.
"Talk to me," you said softly, causing his eyes to meet yours.
He seemed to soften a bit as he let out a deep breath, "This album means so much to me," he whispered as he shook his head, "so much, and I need them to see that. I need them to see that each song, each chord, each note has to be perfect, or else no one is going to bloody-"
"Roger."
"What?"
You stood on your toes and pressed your lips to his. He was tense before, but he immediately relaxed into your kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and sighed as he pressed his body against yours. You held his face as you softly moved your lips against his to calm him down. When you broke away you were happy to see his eyes were closed and a smile was painted on his face. He opened his green eyes, which seemed a little brighter now and looked over you happily.
"What was that for?" He asked.
"You're incredible, that's what it was for," you said, making him blush a bit, "Roger, really, that album is already perfect. I can't emphasize that enough, and I know when it's finished, it's going to be something that will mean the world to so many others too."
He quickly hugged you to him and smiled into your shoulder, "God, I love you so much," he breathed.
You giggled and he pulled away to press a quick kiss to your lips before he ran towards the door again.
"I promise we won't be long, I'll see you in a bit," he said before he ran down the hall and back to the studio.
You shook your head and smiled as you heard the music begin to play again, and you could practically hear Roger's smile as he played.
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Pink Floyd Imagines
FanfictionJust like my Keith Moon book, there aren't enough imagines out there for Pink Floyd, so I'll be writing a lot here! So if you're looking for stories for Syd, Roger, David, Rick and Nick, you know where to find them! Requests are the best so don't b...
