the drummer boy ❦ Roger Taylor

10

We pulled up to a big, old building off of Tower Street, an old war shelter now rented by the band. A band still with no name. Roger came around to help me out, always the gentleman, and we walked hand in hand to enter. Brian followed us like a lost puppy, and I couldn't help but feel like a couple. I snapped out of it quickly, realising that I was being stupid. Roger would get bored of me within a week. There are so many girls that want him, prettier, skinnier, girls. With this thought, I let go of his hand, to which he gave me a puzzled look. Before he could speak, Freddie came round the corner, looking as incredible as ever. Mary pulled me into a big hug, complimenting me on my outfit.

"I wish I could pull something like that off, I just have no hips to fill it out." She said, rubbing her thin hips. I tilted my head.

"Are you kidding? I'd kill to have your figure." I replied, shocked that someone so beautiful would ever envy me. The men had begun to set up their instruments, fortunately already in the building. A small cough from the door caused all of us to turn in unison, seeing whom it came from.

"Uh, knock knock?" The man said, tapping lightly on the wall. Brian made a whooping sound, and pulled the unknown man into a hug.

"John! It's great to see you." He said, patting his back lightly. Roger strolled over, shaking the mans hand. Freddie gave him a nod, continuing to stretch his limbs. "Julia, Mary, this is John Deacon. He's our new bassist."

I grinned at John, shaking his hand.

"Lovely to meet you, girls. Aren't you lookers." He flirted, mainly focusing his attention on me. I raised my eyebrows, and Roger quickly jumped in.

"Yes, she is." He said defensively, standing slightly in front of me. John glanced from me, to Roger, nodded and patted Rogers shoulder. Roger turned to me, giving me a small smiling and wandering over to his drum kit. Mary and I shared a look, before both flopping down on a large red sofa in the corner. We both sank into the soft cushions, lazing on each other. Brian reached into one of the big bags that he had bought, offering us all a can of Fosters. I took it gratefully, along with the rest of us. Brian decided not to drink, whilst Freddie went with a white wine instead. He claimed that he has never drank from a can, and today wouldn't be the day.

"Where do you want to start, lads?" Roger asked, chugging his beer. Brian flicked through their rep book, ultimately deciding on Keep Yourself Alive, the first song that they had sang as a band. Mary and I were very relaxed, sipping our drinks contently as the boys played and sang. The whole time, my eyes were fixed on Roger, who's entire demeanour changed when drumming. It was almost as if he had been possessed, by an extremely talented demon. The way his biceps squeezed as he thrusted the stick down caused me to gasp involuntarily. He was incredibly beautiful, even more so now.

Then there was the new member of the band, John. I didn't expect him to be so good, especially after the initial meeting. He didn't seem like the type to be in a rock band; then again, neither does Freddie. I looked over to him, his hips twirling to the music.

As they finished the song, Mary and I cheered from our positions, wolf whistling. They all bowed mockingly, congratulating each other for doing a good job.

"You sound amazing! Quick question, though, do you have a name?" I asked, standing up and joining the circle. To my question, they all looked like I had dropped a huge bomb on them.

"Oh shit! I forgot that we needed a name." Roger said, standing from his kit and tossing the drum sticks down.

"Me too." Brian added, biting his nails nervously. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, come on. You didn't realise that you needed a name for your band?" I laughed with sarcasm, thinking they were joking. Their reactions told me that they weren't joking.

"What about..The Naughty Kittens?" John piped up, acting as if he had thought of an incredible name. No words had to be said; the looks on our faces said it all, and John sat back down in defeat.

"Rogers Angels?"

"Bri and the boys?"

"Smile the Sequel?"

"Well, it's a good thing that I have been brainstorming, isn't it?" Freddie sang, cutting off the two boys. We all waited for the name, and he dramatically stepped forward.

"How about..Queen?"

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Slightly shorter chapter tonight, as I'm putting another one up later on! I know that John joined the band a year later, but for the sake of the story, I'm introducing him now. X