1975 Until Live Aid || Roger Taylor fanfiction

CHAPTER 6

I couldn't sleep that night. Not at all. That moment me and Roger had back in the storage room kept bugging me. We almost kissed. Almost. It may seem that nothing happened at all, no one addressed it, maybe because the day just became more busier or maybe we didn't want to.

Does it mean anything? Why did he do it anyway? Those occupied my mind along with the sight of Roger's eyes that kept being pictured on my brain whenever I close my eyes.

I groaned and glanced at the clock beside me for what felt like the millionth time this night. 3:57 AM. There's no way I'm going to be able to sleep now.

I decided to get up early so I took a shower, brushed my teeth and went downstairs. No one was there yet so they must still be asleep. I just scrolled at the pictures in my phone.

Luke, my parents, Kyle, my friends.

I realized that it's been a month since I've seen them, talked to them and spent time with them. Maybe not Luke but seeing all those pictures made me want to cry. I miss them so much.  I was interrupted when the telephone rang on the table beside me. I wiped the tears that I didn't even know fell before answering.

"Hello?"

"Allison? Hey it's me Brian." I smiled a little when I heard his voice.

"Hey Bri. What's up?" My voice cracked a little but I covered ot with a small cough.

"Are you okay? Have you been crying?" He asks. Brian is someone who quickly catches on, complete opposite to Roger who will be oblivious until you tell him.

"Oh come on. I know you're lying." He said with concern.

"Don't mind me. I'm fine! Now, why'd you call?" He cleared his throat before speaking again.

"Yes, sorry. We have to meet up with the producer for our next album." I nodded at what he said bit then, remembered that he cannot see me.

"Right. Should I get ready now?" I asked.

"Yes actually, we'll pick you up at 8! I'll see you!"

"Yes. Goodbye, Brian." I said before hanging up.

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Me, Brian, Roger and Deaky are seated in the room along with Jim, Paul and John. It's been 10 minutes and Freddie still hasn't arrived. During that spare time, I once again noticed the way everyone dressed. I was not used to seeing people that way because men hardly dress like that back in 2016. I held back a laugh which is very much hard. Thankfully, Freddie finally arrived.

"You're late." Deaky said from beside me. Freddie just brushed him off and sat on the seat Paul saved for him.

"Okay. So, now that we're all here... Jim, this is Ray Foster. Ray, this is the band's lawyer, Jim Beach." John said, introducing the two men.

"You must stop calling him that." Freddie then interjected making all of us look at him confused.

"Freddie, that's his name." I told him and he shrugged.

"No, we cannot keep calling him Jim Beach. That's absurd, not to mention, unspeakably boring. - Miami. - From now on, I dub thee Miami Beach." He continued making the four of us look at him like he's insane. But I'll have to admit it was a bit funny.

"Now that everybody's got an acceptable name... let's get to it." Ray announced.

"Look... we just really need something special. More hits... like Killer Queen... only bigger." Foster explained earning a look from Roger, as well as the boys. Wait what the hell is Killer Queen?!