(As an author note, forgive me if this ain't what y'all expected)
You smiled and giggled like a little child would as you walked around the backstage hoping to meet the band you so adore, Queen. Without a doubt you liked them. Again, who wouldn't? Not anyone you know of. "Hello" "Hello" You couldn't help but to hear an exchange of words. What a crowd there was!
The beauty all around let your imagination run, imagine John and Freddie and Brian and Roger love. Frankly, you couldn't help but to crush on the hella cute drummer. As your thoughts of your not-so-clean mind earsed reality, you forgot what you were doing. Caught up dreaming of him. Until, of course, you felt a sharp object touching your neck and holding you back. "G'day, beautiful" A rough voice whispered in your ear as fear sweep though your veins. "Got any money?"
"N-no S-sir!" You started to visually shake, today just wasn't your day. You felt the knife cut slightly into your skin. That's it. Ain't no prince gonna save your behind, so a woman gotta do what what a woman do. "That's too ba-Ouch!" You kicked him in the balls and removed his arm from you so he wouldn't cut you more in the way down. "Bich."
You started kicking, punching, and clawing to make sure you could get enough time to escape. You looked down at your shirt for a split second. Blood. Blood dripped from your neck. The man scratched yours arm with the knife now. "Fuuu-" you muttered. "What the Hell is going on here?!" You heard a familiar angel-like voice cry out as the guards came to break both of you up. "This. Man. Was. Attacking. Me." You panted like a dog would after a long run and bleed. You looked up at the voice after they took the mad knifer away.
There he was, the man, the legend, the drummer whose in love with his car. Roger Taylor. "Your bleeding quite badly, come, let me help", He said after a long moment of silence. God, was he beautiful. You followed him as he led you to the rest of the band and some help. "Roger! What happened to this girl?" Brian came, freddie and John came shortly after. With the much pain, you told all of them what occured and they helped you. You stood up for hours taking to the band, especially Roger.
39 days later ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
You been talking with the band more often. On phone of course. Each one of them busy in one way or another. You didn't blame them though, its a hard life especially when your under pressure all the time. You woke up and dressed in your utter most favorite PJs. Your makeup and hair was prefect of course. Not. You looked at yourself in the mirror and man, you scared the crap out of yourself. The phone rang. " 'Ello, Darling?" It's was Freddie. And by the very sounds of it, he was drunk and Roger was yelling in the background. "What?" "Roger likes you"
"Freddie shut up! Give me that!" You couldn't help but to smile at their silliness. Then bri joined in. Then John. Then the queen of England. Then the president. Then the CIA. Then Badgers.
Ok,maybe not so. But that everyone was arguing, everyone was. "Oh shut up. You think your Soo good and so-" "huuush" "I-i don't like (Y/N)!" "Youre blushing!"
No, I am. You thought to yourself as you imagined yourself with Roger. Mini Rogers and mini you's everywhere. Little did you know, that did happen. Roger after some time and alot of teasing from his bandmates, did ask you out. He took you out to the most beautiful date you could ever imagine. Some years later, you two got married and had beautiful children.
"(Y/N)?" "Yes Roger?" "You know whose beautiful?" You blushed an adorable shade of pink. Your heart started beating faster. "Who?"
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