This is inspired by another Queen imagine... I'm a terrible person and forgot which one but another reminder is that this takes place before Queen formed, anyways on to the imagine.
Your POV
Today was my first drum lesson with Roger Taylor. My mum knew his dad from college and got in touch with him because I wanted to learn how to play drums. My mum pulled into his driveway and gave me all these rules.
"You will call him Mr.Taylor and be very polite towards him, ok I love you have fun!" She yelled to me as I got out of the car and ran up to his front door. I knocked on it lightly, not knowing that I would soon be face to face with an angel.
He opened the door and I was taken back. His blonde hair was stunning in every way and his eyes were like oceans that I sank into.
"Oh hi, you must be (Y/N), your mum has been talking to my dad nonstop about you." Roger stuck his hand out for me to shake. I gladly took it and silently admired the warmth and softness of his touch.
"Same to you,"I said while holding onto his hand a bit longer than needed. I smiled and let go unwillingly.
"So should we get you started on my set?" He asked. I chuckled a little and thought in my head, 'which one?'. "What's so funny?" The 17 year old Roger asked.
"Oh nothing, just a silly little thought I had." I smiled as he gestured for me to follow him inside. I turned to the glorious full drum set that he had there. "So Mr. Taylor-"
"Let me stop you there," he chuckled. "You can call me Rog or Roger, Mr. Taylor is my father." He gave this smirk that anyone would die for. "But back to what you were saying," he gestured to keep going.
"Well, Rog, I was just going to ask if we could get started, I even brought my own sticks." I held them out to him after sitting on the stool. He took them willingly and shook his head.
"Nope, these are no good. Too thick for a beginner," he said as he handed them back to me. I chuckled and meant to say it in my head but instead I said it out loud.
"That's what she said," me being my 16 year old self shook my head and blushed, immediately regretting what I said. Roger just threw his head back and laughed.
"You are a catch (Y/N)," he said in between laughs. He calmed himself down and bent over to grab some sticks. I found myself staring at his arse and realized, I may have fallen for him. He placed the sticks in my hands and placed his hands over mine. I completely froze up.
"Are you ok?" He asked innocently.
"Yeah, I'm fine I guess. Can I get a different pair of sticks maybe?" I asked, unaware that he had been holding onto my hands this whole time.
"Yeah for sure," he picked up the sticks from my hands and bent over to grab new ones. I stood up and went to walk to the restroom.
"Hey I'm gonna go to the restro-" I was interrupted by a pair of soft lips crashing onto mine. We moved in sync, mimicking each others movements. I slowly pulled away after a few seconds.
He did that smirk and I almost fell to my knees. "I think we should get started for real this time, but first..." he said grabbing a pen and paper. "Let me write down my phone number so you can call me."
My heart fluttered and the rest of the lesson was filled with drums, kisses, and laughs. Let's just say it was a pretty good drum lesson.
Sorry if it was shit. I love playing the drums so yeah, this imagine was fun to write.
