As it Began

Mid August 1974 - Nova Scotia, Canada

Arriving back to Canada was actually a bittersweet experience for the both of us. I didn't think I would miss it so much, which is going to make it harder to leave again in September, but honestly, England is worth it. So worth it. If that one week I spent there was so amazing, I can't even imagine what the next two years will bring! And still after all this time I have one thing so strong on my mind- Roger. Or as Gabi calls him, my "mystery hottie". God love her.

Since we got back I've been rooting through my dad's music collection trying to find everything Queen, ending up with their only two albums and a promotional button. Good enough, I thought. I've also been asking my dad more and more about them and he found it a bit odd. Then I finally sat both my parents down and told them about my experiences: the concert and meeting the drummer in the park. At first they thought I was crazy. Then with some persuasion it sunk in a bit.

"Wow Meg, that's pretty big!" My dad said.

"Yes, awesome!" My mother added. I smiled and told them how much I love Queen now so my dad broke down and gave me the two records to keep.

"Seriously? Oh thank you!" I exclaimed and ran to my bedroom with them under my arm. I am in love with the Queen II album, and Queen I is just as wonderful. When I first put them on in my bedroom and really listened to them I had a experienced a totally different feeling than before. And when Roger's songs started playing the feeling was almost unbearable. Now I just need to see him, to meet him again- if it's the last thing I do.

I really badly wanted to tell the whole story about mine and Roger's encounters- not just how we met for a minute at the park and not how we went to the concert, but more about Roger himself. How we clicked within seconds of eye contact. I wanted to express how his true beauty in pictures is just a third of what he is in person. And at the concert, how we stared into each others' eyes for a good eternal minute. How I made him totally mess up the song in front of seven hundred people. I decided it would be too strange on Dad's part, his baby girl fantasizing about some Rockstar guy I barely even met. So I gave it a few days and finally broke down and told my mom the whole story. She'd understand...right?

"Oh dolly, that's sweet but...are you sure about that? I hate to crush your dreams but maybe it's not what you think. He's a rockstar, he probably does that with every girl he meets." She seemed unsure of my constant girly girl chatter about this man I just barely met. I guess she had a point. "But, sometimes it is good to dream. If you're really crushing on this guy it wouldn't hurt to learn more about his musical profile. Just...don't expect him to just make straight communication with you again- we don't want to see you with a broken heart." She gave me a sympathetic look and got up. "So give it some thought, and...dinner's ready!"

"Okay, thanks for the chat." I felt a sadness. In fact it was the same sadness I felt right after the concert. But I knew mom was right- Roger probably winks at and makes incredible eye contact with any girl he can get.

So I try to push him out of my mind completely and move on. Yeah, it's not that easy. After the talk with my mother I lived my life a little more independently, spending time with friends, being away from home. Going out every chance I got took my mind off my excitement and sadness. Nighttime was a different story though. I tossed and turned and turned and tossed with that one thing still so strong on my mind.

And that was the first of many nights that Roger Taylor has captivated my dreams.