Keep Yourself Alive - Roger Taylor

19

It was the day before we left for the tour of America, but unfortunately we had to leave Mary behind as she had to keep working at home. This gave us an excuse to spend all day with her, which meant to start off the day we all went out for breakfast at the local cafe.

I was sat between John and Brian, as I hadn't really spoken to them for the last month as much as I had in the past.

"So, hows the happy couple been?" John asked with a side smirk, taking a massive bite of bacon.

"Gooood" I dragged out my word and looked over at the drummer, who was chatting and laughing away with Mary and Freddie.

"Gooood, you excited for the tour?" Brian asked, taking a sip of tea.

"Yes, Of course I am. Although I feel a bit bad" I said honestly, picking at my scrambled egg with my head down.

"Why?" John asked, bending his head down to look at me.

"It's not you guys, I just feel bad that I don't have a job and I'm getting all this stuff for free: the hotels, the flat" I said motioning to Roger. "I just feel a bit intrusive sometimes, that's all"

"Rose, get a grip. If we didn't want you to come we wouldn't pay for you would we? It's genuinely not a bother, especially not for Taylor over there" Brian said, giving me a side hug.

I giggled lightly and went back to my breakfast.

"Thanks guys" I nodded at them both.

"Always" John nodded back.

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"Bye Mary, I swear I will call you everyday and every night love" Freddie kissed her before jumping on the bus.

I walked over to her and gave her the biggest hug ever.

"You make sure he does ring me, he'll forget. You too though I need to know how much fun you're all having" She forced a smile.

"Don't worry, I will. I wish you were coming" I sighed.

"Me too, you'll need help with all these lads" She also forced a laugh which pained me to see.

I really do wish she was coming with us, she means so much to us all and it will be awful to see Freddie apart from his love for so long.

"Look after Freddie yeah? Make sure he doesn't get too crazy" She said in her very posh London accent.

"You know I will" I replied, my accent reciprocating hers.

"Right, they're waiting. You go now" She shooed me off.

"Bye, hun" I said, with one last hug before rushing into the bus.

This one was much bigger and had a massive seating area at the bag, surrounded by windows.

Roger was already sat there, bang in the middle.

I ran down the middle, jumping over Brian's outstretched legs and almost tripping over the guitar cases, before jumping on Roger. He caught me and sat me on his knee.

"Here we go, love" He whispered into my hair.

"I'm ready" I smiled.

My arms wrapped around his neck and I planted a kiss on his lips before sliding off his knee to sit next to him on the couch.

I kicked my bare legs up onto the couch, and laid my head on his lap so I could have a view of the other band members, who were currently squabbling over which bed they had.

"I'm guessing I'm on top again?" I called.

"Yes" they all said in unison, looking over at me.

"If you say so" Roger shrugged jokingly.

How crude. I slapped him on the leg and he returned the gesture by tickling my side. I squealed in shock and scrunched up into a ball.

"That is the last time you ever do that" I warned.

"Really? Fight me" he offered me on.

"Okay, I will"

I jumped up and began to slap his hands jokingly, as he held them up to cover his face.

"Ooh here's our first domestic lads" Deacy joked, motioning over to us.

Roger stood up and shoved me lightly, and I laughed before throwing a light punch to his hand. However, the stupid idiot moved his bloody hand at the last second and the punch went right to his nose.

"Ah shit" he groaned, holding his nose.

"Oh my god I am so sorry" I fretted, trying to pull his hands away to see if he was bleeding.

Only I would punch Roger Taylor in the face.

"Told you" John chuckled, shaking his head at the scene.

"It really hurts actually" Roger said, squishing his nose up.

"Oh my god I can't believe I actually punched you, Come here I'll get some ice"

The bus hadn't even set off yet, and there was already an injury.

I rushed over to get some ice from the bar, yes there's a bar, and filled up a title plastic bag with it. I could hear laughter in the distance and when I rushed back, they were all sat together on the couch looking at me with huge grins.

"Got you" Roger smirked.

I didn't even bloody hurt the bastard.

"Do you remember that time in my flat when I told you to run?" I recalled, and he looked at the other lads with a confused expression before nodding casually.

"I suggest you do that now"

His eyes widened and he jumped up, before rushing down the aisle and hopping onto the bed to pass me by. However, I span round to see that he had nowhere to go. I ran over to him and jumped on his back, making us fall over onto the ground, him cushioning my fall of course.

I smirked in victory, and he groaned at the impact.

"Okay, now I'm hurt" he moaned, trying to push me off.

"Ah ah ah" I said, before pouring the ice down his top, and he repaid me by shoving me off and desperately trying to remove the cold cubes.

I walked over to the lads victoriously who were cheering for me, but my luck changed when I felt a sudden coldness caress my back.

"Payback" He whispered into my ear, before patting my shoulders and throwing himself back onto the couch.

"You b-bastard" I shivered, pulling the ice cubes out from my top.

"I know" he gave me a smirk.

"It's a good j-job that I like you, T-Taylor" I was still shivering as I pulled the remaining of the melting ice from my back.

"Aw how cute, but no fucking on the tour bus" Freddie said randomly, making us all look at him with extremely confused faces.

The bus rumbled as the engine started and we all smiled in excitement.

Wow, this is going to be a long and eventful tour.