Beatles and Queen One Shots (Fluff)

Roger Taylor - Drum Lessons

You hopped out of the taxi with your big brother; Brian, in front of you. You stood in front of a massive recording studio. Having Brian as a big brother meant you were musical as well, for it ran in the family. As the two of you shuffled into the studio you were greeted by Freddie who for once in his life was early. A smile spread across your face as you ran over to your best friend and sat on the piano bench with him. The boys were recording the News of the World album and Freddie was playing them non stop. You sat quietly and listened until the other members arrived and set up to play.

     Instead of sitting down on the sofa on the other side of the room, you waltzed around to look at all of the instruments. Red Special, you picked it up and began plucking the string the way Brian had taught you. You were the only other person allowed to touch the hand crafted guitar besides himself. After playing with it for a while you strode over to the drum set on the risers, softly tapping the taught material. "Y/N, back the fuck off!" A voice startled you, and you stepped back.

     It was Roger, you knew he was just playing around, but it scared you no less. You ducked your head and quickly left to sit on the sofa.

     As you caught your breath you curled up on the couch, Roger smirked from across the room. You'd always wanted to learn drums, but never had the guts to ask Roger because being honest you kind of liked him. The band began to play and you watched Roger, a fag hung out of his mouth as he played his drums. After a good hour and a half they had finished and they packed up to leave. you told Brian you wanted to stay a while and play with the piano. Brian just smiled and gave you cash for a cab and left.

     Freddie disappeared with John and Roger stepped out. Your hands hovered over the piano, but you pushed the bench back and once again approached the drum set. You inspected it for a few minutes when you were interrupted by a soft hand on your shoulder and a chuckle in your ear. "You really are curious aren't ye?" Roger laughed softly and smiled at you.

     You managed a nod and turned towards him. His face lit up "C'mon, I'll show ye something."

     Stepping towards Roger you looked at him and bit your lip. He patted his chair and you just blushed, sitting in between, his head over your shoulder with a soft face. You could feel his bare chest on your back, and your heart raced. He grabbed your hands softly and shook them at your wrists "Loosen up, love, I don't bite" he winked and chuckled, your face reddened once again.

     A small giggle escaped your lips and he guided your hands around the drums. You followed his hand movements closely until he stopped. You didn't even think, you turned around and hugged him "Thanks so much, Roger" you beamed.

     He smiled and kissed your cheek "anything for you, Y/N..." he trailed off.

     Silence echoed in the studio and after a few short seconds he leaned in and kissed your cheek softly. Your hands met his hair gently as a smile spread across his face. "I could be your teacher if you'd like.."