Keep Yourself Alive - Roger Taylor

17

We had gathered the troops and were on the way to the Mercury household.

Brian knocked on the door but couldn't wait before barging through the door. We ended up intruding on something very intimate between him and Mary.

"I'm a little busy guys" He said, motioning towards Mary who was covering her bare body over with a blanket.

"How's your dad Mary?" Brian asked, taking a swig if beer.

"Yeah, he's good" she answered, scratching her head.

"It's really not a good time" Freddie widened his eyes at us.

"Oh it's not a good time to tell you that we've been asked to do a tour?" Brian said casually.

"In America" Roger added, clearly buzzing.

I grabbed his arm excitedly, and he squeezed my hand.

"We're on the charts over there too" Brian stood up smiling.

"Yes" Freddie said with a beaming grin.

"We know" John smiled widely.

"Yes! Yes!" Fred cheered, jumping up with a beyond excited grin plastered on his face.

From the distance Mary looked happy, but I could tell that something else was playing on her mind as her full attention wasn't on the band.

I sat next to her and she showed off the glittering ring that decorated her left hand now.

"Oh my god!" I shouted, hugging her.

"What?" Roger asked immediately, leaving their group hug.

"They're engaged!!" I squealed, jumping up like a little school girl that just got looked at by a boy.

"No way, congrats Fred, Mary!" Brian enthused.

"Wow, congratulations guys, this is a good day for us all!" John grinned.

I stood up and hugged Freddie tightly.

"You are very sneaky sir, you could have asked me to help you with the ring" I said.

"Why? Is it bad? Oh god I was worried about that" He stressed.

"No! No, Freddie it's perfect" I calmed him down.

"You scared me then" He grinned, holding his chest.

"We need to celebrate" Freddie stood on the table and announced.

"No Freddie, tours will happen for us a lot now hopefully. Getting engaged doesn't happen everyday. You go do something with your new fiancée" John smiled lovingly, he is such a cutie. We all nodded in agreement and Mary thanked us all.

Leaving the house, we were all still elated and buzzing with energy. Roger wrapped his arm around my waist and whispered into my ear.

"You want to come round to mine?"

A shiver ran down my spine and I nodded furiously, and in return he kissed my cheek.

"Guys were going to head off too" Roger smirked smugly at the other two lads, who just shrugged and carried on walking.

Brian wrapped his arm around John jokingly and kissed his cheek.

"Looks like you've found your match, Deacy" I joked.

"I always knew that this day would come" he said dramatically and joked around, pushing some of Brian's hair from his face.

Brian then picked John up like a bride and carried him to the car. We both shook our heads and jumped in the front seats.

Roger reaches his hand over and rested it on my bare thigh, as I had my usual miniskirt on as well as my black baker hat. One hand was gripping my thigh whilst the other was lazily steering the car.

"This is Queen, with Killer Queen"

"Never gets normal" Roger laughed, hearing their song on the radio.

"I hope it never does, I like the excitement" John smiled in the back.

"She's a killer queeeennn" I sang, terribly might I add.

The other three sang along and obviously overshadowed me in talent, which I was extremely salty about deep down.

"Guaranteed to blow your mind" I did an impression of Freddie, bobbing my head furiously and punching my arm out.

Everyone erupted into a fit of laughter as my hat fell from my head from all of the jerky moves.

"That was surprisingly a very good Freddie impression" Roger chuckled.

"Well you know where I am if you're ever in need of a front man" I pulled on my collar.

"Yeah, we'd never be that desperate" Brian laughed, patting my shoulder pitifully.

Eventually, we reached Brian's flat and the two guys jumped out.

"Finally" Roger smirked, pressing down on the pedal and speeding around the corner to his flat.

We rushed through his door and I immediately jumped into him, kissing his passionately.

He carried me along the corridor and into his room, where he pinned me against the wall.

Suddenly my breathing hitched and pictures of that night came back. Roger wasn't Roger anymore, and he was that scummy bastard that drugged me at the gig.

I felt weak suddenly, from reliving the memory. It wasn't Rogers fault, but something about being pinned against the wall just made the memories shoot back.

I struggled breathing, and pushed his chest so lightly that he hardly moved.

"Woah, woah are you okay? What's wrong, are you in pain?" He asked, and I could tell that he was extremely worried. I shook my head no, and I think he could tell what it was.

I slid down the wall and clutched my chest to try and stop myself from breathing so heavily.

"I- just, I - Can't -" I tried to utter even one sentence, but my breathing wasn't allowing it.

"No, don't talk love. I'll go get you water" he said, rushing to the kitchen to grab me a glass of water.

By the time he got back, my head was resting between my knees and a few silent tears had escaped my eyes.

He passed me the cup and I took a small sip. Comfortingly, he took a seat on the cold floor beside me, and wrapped his muscular arm around my tiny frame.

"What happened?" He asked soothingly.

"I just. Being against the wall made me think of him. It's not your fault really, Rog. I think I just panicked" I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Ah, yeah of course" he said, "I think you might have had a panic attack though"

"Well, maybe yeah. But in the circumstances I don't think it's anything to be worried about" I shrugged.

"Well, if it happens again we're going to the doctors. Promise?" He made me swear. I nodded and turned to face him, kneeling on the cold wooden panels.

I leaned in to kiss him and he cupped around the back of my neck. He lifted my hat off my head and placed it on his, it didn't fit properly but hung off the side of his head.

Ah Roger Taylor, What do you do to me?