Don't You Hear My Call?

Rock n' Roll Talk Jive

Roger's POV
We needed to film a few videos for our new album. We'd just finished up our last songs and had to do a bit of promoting. Freddie stood in the doorway of my dressing room, yelling at me to 'hurry my pretty ass up and get on stage'.

"I swear to god Roger, if I'm done getting ready, you should've been done an hour ago" he groaned.

I chuckled at his statement and fixed my hair with one last swoop. I made my way to the door, but not before taking one last glance back at my outfit.

"Oh please Roger, you'll behind the drum set the entire time, no body's going to see what you're wearing. You could be completely nude and no one would notice."

"Shut up, twat" I joked and poked Freddie in the sides. Freddie looked absolutely... confusing in what he had chosen to wear. He had a white jumpsuit on and a thin scarf draped around his neck. The suit was baggy on him, but he insisted on wearing it. I thought I looked rather good compared to him.

"Hello, Love" Brian kissed my cheek when no one was looking. "Hello" I smiled and made my way to the back and sat on the stool in front of my drums. I saw Freddie whisper something to John, which made the younger giggle and blush.

We were about to sing, Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy, a song written by Freddie. It was about him and John, obviously. The man was infatuated. Practically every song he wrote was about the boy! Some of my songs were about Brian, but not all of them. I write about deep subjects sometimes, Freddie just writes silly love songs.

"Freddie, sit at the piano! We're starting in 30!" The director shouted from behind the camera. We all took our places and heard the older man yell, "Action!"

"I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things" Freddie began to sing beautifully and tap at the piano. He gushed into the microphone, exaggerating every word. It sounded like he was trying to seduce the future viewers.

John strummed at this bass and Brian did the same with his guitar. I sang my back up vocals and lightly hit the drums. The cameras were panning my way, so I flashed them a toothy smile and a wink. Gotta keep up my persona.

Eventually, Freddie got up from his seat and stood whilst singing into his long mic stand. He shared his mic with Brian, getting close to him. Brian's guitar solo was beautiful- as always- and John happily smiled the entire time.

Before I knew it, the song had ended and Freddie hopped off the platform. I tossed my drum sticks to the side and went to talk with Brian, we would all get to see the edited version in about an hour or so. We had some top notch editors in the studio, so we didn't need to wait long.

"Wanna grab a drink from the complimentary bar?" Brian whispered in my ear. I nodded excitedly and walked with him to the bar. When we were out of sight of people, he laced his hand in mine.

We sat down at the studio bar together, it was just a small cocktail bar with one bartender on the far side of the producer waiting room. The room was very spacious actually. Brian kept his hand with mine, but made sure it was hidden by our stools and the front of the bar.

"Double whisky and a lager" he said. He knew my order by heart, not that it was very complicated. It's two words, but it means a lot that he remembers them every time.

"You were great today." I said as the bartender sat our drinks in front of us. Brian squeezed my hand and smiled greatly. "You were as well." He tried to keep it professional, as the bartender was just a step away from us.

Brian and I drank our alcohol and talked about the new album before we were so rudely interrupted by Freddie and John.

The two stumbled into the room, giggling like school girls. "Shhh, he's right there" John laughed, he tried to keep himself upright, but was failing miserably. He hugged his stomach as he laughed.