My Love, Brian May {Book 2}

Tattoo

     As I open the door to my flat I notice Brian getting ready to go out. "Where are you going?" I ask, taking my coat off.
     "Roger called for a band meeting. He says he wants us to release the album already." Brian explains as he's trying to perfect his wild curly mane.
     My heart drops at his explanation. 'Roger already called? Did he actually think I was serious? I literally just left his flat!'
     "Oh my, should I tag along? So you guys don't break out into a whole brawl?" I ask giggling at my slight sarcasm because I mean 9 out of 10 they would all get into a fight.
     "Yeah you can come. It'll just be us boys though." He warns before sending a wink my way.
     "That's all the entertainment I need." I reply placing a kiss on his cheek. I had to stand up on my tip toes like I do every time cause surprisingly, he's getting even taller.
     "Okay Izzy." He chuckles as he finishes fluffing his hair. "Lets go..." He says while taking my hand and heading out the door.

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     I sit next to John on the couch in the studio as the band discusses the release of the new album.
     "Well, are we ready to release it?" Brian asks the other boys.
     "We've got enough songs already. Anymore and it'll be too much." Roger replies while twirling the sticks I had bought him.
     "No such thing as too much darling." Freddie snaps back as he takes a long drag of his cigarette.
     "What're the singles?" I ask out of pure curiosity.
     They all turn to stare at me as I invade their conversation. "We Will Rock You and We Are The Champions." Brian replies before going back to their discussion. It felt kinda embarrassing to interfere their chat like that. My cheeks turn red as I regret my stupid question.
     "Fred did you get the cover done?" John asks from the couch.
     "I did dear. But sadly Rogers out of the picture." He chuckles as Roger shakes his head and mutters 'bastard.' "What was that dear?" Freddie asks turning to face the upset blonde.
     "I didn't say nothing." He sighs before getting up from his set and walking towards John and I.
     He plops down on the other side of me as Brian and Freddie continue to discuss the album. I lean back in my seat and cross my arms in boredom.
     "Why can't we just release the fucking album?" Roger spats at the boys who turn and glare at him in return. John squirms in his seat at the mentioning of the f word.
     "Because blondie, thats not your decision to make. Its a band discussion." Freddie replies before putting his cigarette out in the nearest ash tray.
     Roger leans back as well and begins to pout. "I'm calling Reid." I announce getting up and walking to the nearest phone. They don't seem to hear me as I chat with their manager over the phone.
     As I get back to my seat, I remember the necklace that was around my neck. I had sort of forgotten it I suppose. I gently touch the chain around my neck as I sit down on the couch.
     As the boys voices continue to drone, I continue to grow more bored. 'God I want to do something fun. Something that I probably would never do.' Just then an idea pops into my mind.
     I turn to Roger and lean close to his ear. "Wanna get a tattoo with me?" I whisper into his ear. He raises his eyebrows in shock.
     "You. What to get a tattoo?" He whispers back so the others don't hear.
     "C'mon, it'll be fun. It'll just be the two of us. Is Roger Taylor scared?" I ask making his face turn red.
      "N..no. Fine let's go." He groans as we both get up and make our way towards the exit.
      "We're going for a drink. Be back in a bit!" I holler to the boys who don't seem to hear what I had to say. I shrug and pull Roger out of the studio towards my car.
     "What tattoo are we getting and where?" Roger asks as we climb into the car and start the engine. I pull out of the parking lot and drive towards downtown London.
"I was thinking of getting a queen tattoo but I dunno." I reply while taking a left onto the busy street.
"I'll get the same." He replies smiling at me as I look around for a tattoo parlor.
"Maybe I'll get it on my wrist. Or maybe my arm. We'll see what they have."
Roger continues to smile at me as I park next to a parlor. "Oh god. I've never done this before. You ready?" I ask roger as I unbuckle my seatbelt.
"Ready as I'll ever be love." He replies before climbing out of the car with me.
We walk into the parlor to find tattoo drawings everywhere as well as a few finished customers. The girl at the front drops her jaw as her eyes met Rogers. She had a ton of tattoos along her arm and looked like she could be in a gang.
"How...May I help you?" She stutters still staring at Roger although I had nothing to be jealous about so I acted normal towards her behavior.
"We need a tattoo of this." I say pulling out a pamphlet from a previous queen concert from my wallet. I point to the Queen label and she nods her head in approval.
"We can do that! Where do you guys want it?" She asks excitedly while pulling out some contracts for us to sign.
"Ummmm...where do you want it Rog?" I ask turning to him. He looks down at me with a smile before replying.
"Lets get on the side of the shoulder so your little fiancé doesn't notice it." He suggests before winking at the saying of my innocent future husband.
"Good idea." I say before telling the lady what we were both getting. She had us sign a contract and show IDs before getting us a table for each of us to lay on.
They made me take my coat off and to bring the strap of my tank top down. I nervously did before they got the pen out. Roger on the other hand had to take his whole bloody shirt off which got everyone in the shop staring.
"Ready Izzy?" Roger asks turning to me. I turn to his blue eyes before nodding hesitantly.
"Ready as I'll ever be." I mumble as they switch the pen on. Roger grasps my hand as I feel a little sting on my shoulder.