Tattoo'd Lady (A Brian May Fanfiction) -English-

Can I borrow Led Zeppelin I?

"I decide If it's worth or not" I clarify, I have to keep hidden the truth to him "And also, do you think I can go at the people's house for no reason?"
"But you are the guitarist of the band that will make the history of music in this country and in the world!" Roger exclaims euphorically, turning finally to me "You are the Queen guitarist and this is enough to open to you all the doors"
"And what if she doesn't know who the Queen are? If she wasn't ours fan?"
"I'm certainly one of her...fan" and a mischievous smile prints on his face again.
"What do you mean Rog? "
"Nothing Bri, nothing" he simply concludes and he starts walking around the room.

I sigh, I'm unable to understand his last words. He is so cryptic this morning, since he saw Lilibeth he became stranger than usual.

"I'm convinced he's hiding something from me, but what?" I think to myself, pulling out another cookie from the tin box.

"So you bought the new Ringo Starr record, You're Sixteen"

The statement of Roger distracts me from my thoughts. He's in front of the shelf where I keep the vinyls and he has just extracted the one of the ex Beatles drummer.

"Oh yes..." I reply "Actually was...was David, my university friend, who came to visit me the other day and he gave it to me"
"I understand" he answers and he puts the disk back in its place, but Roger don't put his eyes off the shelf, as if he were looking for one in particular.
"You have all the Rory Gallagher records" he says me, smiling.
"Of course, he's a great guitarist, whom I would give to meet him!" I exclaim sighing, he's really a myth, he plays the guitar like I will never be able to do.
"You will meet him, or rather, the Queen will meet him"
"I hope so" I answer him, eating the last bit of Weetabix.

But now that Roger has mentioned Rory Gallagher, I can't help but think about his latest album that is also my favorite one, Tattoo, and his opening song Tattoo'd Lady: it's two months that I think about her every time I listen this song.

"Can I borrow Led Zeppelin I?" Roger asks me suddenly.

I look at him and I see that he already holds the first Led Zeppelin album in his hands.

"Yes... Rog, you can take it, but...you've already taken it"
"Thank you. I think I lost it, or maybe I gave it to Crystal, you know? That blonde girl who came to visit me in the studio..."
"Oh Rog stop! Have mercy on a poor sick person!" I replied exhausted, placing the tray on the nightstand.
"Ok, ok, I'm leaving" he concludes, heading to the door with the Led Zeppelin vinyl under his arm.

Taking advantage of the fact that he's got his back to me, I turn to the window: Lilibeth came back home and in the Hill's garden there are only sheets and rags to dry in the hot summer sun.

"But..." Roger takes the floor again and we turn to each other in the same time.
"What's wrong now, Rog?"
"I think I'll visit you more often, my friend: I like the air you breathe in Feltham lately" he concludes, barely managing to hold back his roguish smile.
"Roger Meddows Taylor" I speak slowly, closing my eyes and tightening my fists in an attempt to stay calm "If you don't leave this room in a matter of a nanosecond I..."
"Ok, ok, there's no need to get so angry for a joke" he complains, wounded in his pride "But tomorrow you'll thank me" and having said that he opens the door to my room.
"Who knows what did he means by tomorrow you'll thank me" I think to myself, but now it's another curiosity that I want to satisfy.
"By...by the way, Rog" my words stop him at the door.
"What's happens, Brian?" he asks me, turning around.
"Can you explain to me what kind of animal is the pale kangaroo mouse?"

Roger stares at me, he puffs impatiently and after mimicking with his lips with a very clear "Fuck you" he closes the door of my room behind him.