Don't You Hear My Call?

Secrets, Secrets

Rogers POV
It's been a week since Richard announced he was going to be staying as our manager. I was let out of the hospital and the boys and I had been recording nonstop. Richard would come to the studio often, which made everyone uncomfortable.

We'd tried to tell Miami about or problems with Richard, but whenever we called.... no one answered. It was all getting very stressful. Freddie seemed the most on edge. We all hated the beadie eyed cunt who claimed himself as our new boss.

Pardon my foul language, but that's exactly what he is.

It seemed like there was something going on. First, Richard tries to blackmail me into sleeping with him. Then, he mysteriously ends up being our new manager and Miami is no where to be found. There are so many unanswered questions. How did he know about me and Brian? How did he get in touch with Miami? What does he want from us? What is he doing this at all?

Through all the commotion and stress of our new lifestyle, Brian and I haven't had the chance to talk about our most recent... news. I wasn't sure how I felt about it, but Brian hadn't acted any different since that day, it's as if he'd forgotten about it. I wanted to talk about it. We can't just leave that subject alone.

I sat back on the couch, working on some new lyrics. It was usually too easy to come up with a song. If Freddie told me we needed a love song, I wrote about Brian. If we needed a hardcore rock song, I wrote about the irresponsible days of my past fueled by sex and drugs. If we needed a catchy tune, I would write about nature, like the sun, sky, wind, and rain. Writing had come easy to me, but I felt like those songs were never too personal. I wanted to write a song so deep, you tear up whilst listening to it.

I took the pen from behind my ear and set it on the pad of paper. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't get them out. Not until my mind drifted into a fantasy. Actually, more of a memory. A story of the past. Something I missed.

Even though I'm still quite young, I missed the teenage years. Or at least the really early years of Queen. All about fun. We barely had any responsibilities. We drank, we sang, are laughed and went clubbing. We fucked, we cursed, we ran around wild. It was all so familiar and the trill of that life was as comparable to ecstasy. I was living the dream on two dimes.

I began to write. A poem dedicated to the things I missed in life. To all the adventures and crazy twists and turns I've encountered. To all the fun I've had.

I poured my heart out. My pen glided across the pad of paper, almost dancing. The words flowing from my brain onto the sheet. I didn't think, just wrote. I let my memory guide me into a beautiful story. One about not just the memories of good times, but also the sorrowful ones of crying and boredom. Days where I was on top of the world and ones where I was so down I couldn't stand to get out of bed. All of these moments came to mind. Ones before the band and even ones before Brian.

Once I was done writing, I took a breath to reflect on the outpour of heart I had just done onto my papers. I looked down to my lap and read over the lyrics. I hoped the boys would like them. I liked it. It was definitely a song of passion and I felt something for this song. I hadn't yet given it a melody or any beat at all, but I really think this song could be something.

I decided to keep this one to myself for a while. Maybe I'd show Brian, but I wouldn't bring it up until it had a title. I want the band to love it. I need to figure out how it should go before I show it off.

Brian walked into the living room looking oh so sleepy. He had bed head and drooping eyes. He shuffled and sat down next to me, kissing my head before he spoke. "How was your morning, dear?" He asked. I smiled and kissed his lips softly, "great now that you're here." Brian smiled and looked down at my pen and paper, "what have you got here" he said in a curious voice.