I'll Follow You Through the Dark (Roger Taylor Fan Fic)

The Big Apple

Roger had his head laid on my shoulder, as I continued to read my novel. At first his snores were quiet and soft, now they were loud and obnoxious. The tour bus had come to a halt.

"Another pit stop, Paul? It's the third in a matter of hours!" Brian complained.

"We are in New York City, actually Brian," Paul snipped. He continued once he was standing in the front of the bus, "We aren't at the hotel yet, though. We are at Uris Theatre. It is where you guys are performing, and we thought we'd drop off the equipment first, getting it out of the way."

Brian ran a hand through his hair, and stood up putting one hand on his hip. Roger still sound asleep, he must be very tired sleeping through this ruckus. 

"Well, you heard him! Everyone lets get set up for tonight," Brian clapped his hands. "That goes for you too Rog, pretend sleeping isn't going to get you out of this one."

I nudged Roger, "Hey love, we are here, in New York. The boys need help with the equipment." 

No movement. I pushed him off my shoulder this time, making him fall to the other side of the couch.

"Hey! What was that for?" He grumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. 

"Go help the boys put the equipment in the theatre, Rog! We are here!" I said with an eye roll.

Roger leaped up, pulling his pants up a bit before exiting the bus. Paul and a woman with curly red hair popped on the bus, staring at me and Izzy. She had her luggage beside her, and Paul had suitcases upon suitcases being packed on the bus by Freddie who didn't seem happy to be helping. 

"That's Y/N, your helpful assistant on this tour!" Paul said, sarcastic undertones visible in his voice.

I shuffled the blanket off of my legs, and placed my book down as they made their way over to me.

"Hey Y/N, I'm Lottie, The costume designer. I heard you'll be helping me with the boys," she said reaching her hand out for a shake.

I shook her hand, and smiled meekly, "Yeah that's me. At your service."

She laughed and twisted a ringlet of her hair in between her fingers, As Paul just held a shit-eating grin to his face. I never understood why he liked pissing us off so much. Paul took one more glance at Izzy and I and then snapped his fingers, "Come on Isadora, dear, we have a job to do."

"I know Paul, and please for the millionth time call me Izzy! Isadora is so proper," she replied, dragging her feet behind him. 

Lottie began taking some suitcases to the small area in the back of the bus between where the bunks were and the lounge area where the couch is. I decided to make myself useful and help her. Whatever is in these suitcases is not light. 

"So what exactly is my job description, Lottie?" I asked placing the suitcases in my hand down.

"Um, well I do everything from dressing the boys to their hair and makeup. So can you manage helping the boys slip into their outfits in a timely manner, and fixing up anything like their hair and eyeliner?"

"Certainly," I smiled and chuckled a bit because she knows how the boys are. 

"So, I'll be taking most of my time focusing on Freddie, as his hair, makeup, and outfits are a bit more complex than the other boys. So I'll really need you to pay extra attention to Brian, John and Roger! Most of his outfits are why these suitcases are so heavy!" She giggled.

I just nodded, and placed the last suitcase with the others. Lottie seemed like she will be okay to work with, atleast I get to be apart of the magic that plays out on the stage.