1975 Until Live Aid || Roger Taylor fanfiction

CHAPTER 8

Believe it or not, I actually survived breakfast. Right after that, Freddie sent us to our rooms to start making our songs. His words specifically saying "Now, Off to your rooms! We have music to create darlings! I hope to see progress." Those words are enough to make me lose my mind. I need to write a song. But how?!

I grabbed my phone and called Kyle.

"Hello?" He spoke, his voice groggy and deep. I definitely woke him up.
"Kyle you need to help me!" I panicked, pacing around my room. I heard shuffling on the other end of the line before he spoke again. "What the hell happened? Are you hurt?" The tone of his voice is now the same with mine. The groggy, deep and sleepy voice is now replaced with panic.

"No! I need help with making a song. I swear I don't have any idea on what I'm supposed to do." I explained. He sighed before releasing a number of curse words because I worried him.

"Well, I don't know much but you need inspiration. A story. Your song needs to have a story and a meaning behind it."

"But--" I was cut off with the knocking on the door. I froze in shock. No one should catch me with a cellphone!

"Allison? Are you there with someone?" I heard his voice ask. Immediately, I bid my goodbye to Kyle and quickly hid my phone before opening the door.

"Roger what are you doing here?" He eyed me for a moment before entering my room and locking it. "Are you with someone?" He asks. I shook my head at him. My heart is beating so fast I feel like it's going to explode. There's no way I'll be spilling my secrets now.

"But I heard you talking?" He asks confusion laced on his face. "Uh... I was trying my song?" I replied but it came out like I'm convincing myself rather than convincing him.

"Are you really?" He moved closer to me as he says so. "Are you implying that I'm talking to myself?" I asked, moving closer to him as well. He smirked at me before looking intensely in my eyes.

"I wouldn't put off the possibility, not when I knew that your mouth can do much more than talking." He whispered and I took a sharp breath. He continued to move closer to me as I step backwards until I fell on the bed. "Roger, I don't know what you're talking about." I played dumb and he smirked at me.

"Love, don't think I forgot about last night." He mumbled. By the time, he's already on top of me and then he placed his lips on mine. Oh my gosh, this boy is going to be the death of me.

"We got a song to write." I pulled away from him and stood up, straightening my shirt. He groaned before standing up. After a lot of explaining and convincing, I managed to get Roger going. I can't have anymore distractions or else I won't be able to finish anything.

But I did discover one thing. I found my inspiration.

And that is Roger Taylor.

I think I like him.

But I can't. I can't fall in love because I'm actually many years away. We weren't in the same timeline and he probably doesn't like me back.

Don't you hear my call though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you

Words soon came to me like wildfire and I cannot believe it. I'm writing music!

In the year of '39 assembled here the volunteers
In the days when the lands were few
Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn
The sweetest sight ever seen

The day me and Kyle arrived here flashed to mind. The place is very different from itself decades later. It is where I met the four boys I now love to bits.