Keep Yourself Alive - Roger Taylor

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There will be a few time skips from now on. I have noticed that I have written a lot on tour and want to focus on more aspects of the band life.

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"Don't worry Mary, you can have it for as long as you need, hun" I said to Mary, picking up my suitcase.

Roger and I left her with the keys to our flat and a kiss on the cheek before saying goodbye for the next tour. This one to promote A Night At The Opera.

I had been acquainted with the team that would be playing a much bigger part in the tour this time, making it more extravagant and spectacular. Miami Beech, named by Freddie of course, happened to be my favourite of the group.
Paul, the prick, was my least favourite for obvious reasons.

I was quite nervous for the lads this time, as they were so adamant about Bohemian Rhapsody, but it only really began to kick off when they played it on Capital Radio. Luckily Freddie has connections, which meant it was played over six times in two days.

When we finally reached our first destination, which happened to be in the UK in Liverpool. It is such a beautiful city, with so much music history pouring from every street.

During their first show, the crowd were obsessed with Bohemian Rhapsody, and that is when we all knew that it was a hit.

Currently, Roger and I were in the hotel room the day after their gig. Tomorrow they would be playing in Coventry, which gave us the whole day to do whatever we wanted before the last Liverpool gig tonight.

"Love, I promised you a romantic evening so you're going to get one. I know it is the day, but bare with me, beautiful" He smirked, wrapping his arms lazily around my neck and looking at our reflections in the mirror that I was sat before.

"Aw, really?" I asked, my heart feeling like it was melting with his cuteness.

"Yes, and don't worry I've got it all planned so it will be extra special" He smiled proudly.

"Ooh how exciting, I'll get ready now" I giggled, rushing to my suitcase.

I found a black mini skirt and a white blouse that looked really nice together, and pulled on my tartan mustard coat with my signature baker hat. After all, it is bloody freezing in the middle of November in Liverpool.

I left the coat untied so you could actually see that I was wearing clothes underneath, much to Rogers dismay, and pulled on some long black boot heels. If I do say so myself I look quite pretty. I didn't bother with any makeup, but did brush my hair and let the natural waves fall over my shoulders. I grabbed my bag that contained my Polaroid camera, and draped it over my shoulder.

Roger sauntered in a few moments later, wearing leather trousers and a white shirt, which had a few buttons undone. He looked so handsome, and for a moment I couldn't quite believe that he is my boyfriend.

My breathing hitched as he took a step towards me, his breath hitting my neck.

"You look stunning" He whispered.

"You look amazing too, babe" I replied, looking up at him.

"Let's go" he winked, and we left the hotel hand in hand.

I almost had to skip to keep up with his long strides, which made us both chuckle.

"So where to first?" I giggled excitedly.

"Ah ah ah, patience my love" He warned, and I tired to hold in my elation.

We arrived at the opening doors to the cavern club.

I looked at Roger in delight, and he nodded knowingly. Squeezing his hand eagerly, we walked in to the club and immediately the smell of smoke and alcohol hit me, as well as the amazing sound of a live band.

As much as I adored the sound of Queen, it was nice to hear another band live for a change.

We took a seat and he got us some drinks, taking his chair as we watched the band play happily.

"This is great, thank you Roger" I beamed, holding his hand across the table.

"It's fine, I tried to hire the Beatles to come back and play but according to Paul, John was being an utter handful" he joked, whispering the last part as though it was confidential.

I hit his arm jokingly, returning my gaze to the band on the stage.

After a few light drinks, we left the amazing club and sauntered through town. We stopped off at a little stall and he raised his brow at the woman behind the table. She nodded and passed over a beautiful bunch of flowers. I gave them both confused looks, and she giggled knowingly as she waved us off.

"What was that?" I laughed.

"Well these are for you-" he started, passing me the bouquet of roses.

"Each rose represents how long we've known each other, and we'll it's your name too so I thought it was cute"

I gazed down at the five roses, complimented with a few bunches of tiny white flowers to decorate the bouquet.

5 years. And what a time I've had.

"They're beautiful, but I can't help the feeling that this was all planned out, Taylor" I nudged into him lightly, still looking at the crimson flowers in my hand.

"Of course it was, but there is still more stuff to come so don't get too hooked on the flowers, yeah?" He said, and I could tell he was getting a bit stressed out.

"Roger, they're perfect. This is perfect, stop fretting about" I giggled, linking arms with him and resting my head against his arm.

"Calm, that's right" he breathed.