Love Of My Life {•Roger Taylor•} BOOK ONE

chapter one hundred eight;

"I'm still bored petal," Roger frowned.

"Is your equipment already set up at the arena?" I asked.

"Yeah, Miami got the stage crew to set our stuff up instead of doing it ourselves. Why?"

"Teach me your set songs," I smiled.

"Anything for you my love," he whispered.

We called a cab that took us straight to the arena. We got there fast than expected.

Roger brought me on stage to where his drums were, he sat on the seat and put me in his lap.

I won't lie, the drumming parts were pretty easy. I always thought it was impossible, but I was wrong.

Roger got off the seat and left me there. He got in don't of the drums and admired me while I was behind them.

He started teaching me how to play I'm in Love With my Car.

Two hours later.

"Alright, play it from the top." He said. I nodded and started playing the drum part for his song.

As I finished, I hit the cymbals just as he taught me.

"Not bad, pretty impressive." He smiled.

"You're a fast learner," he chuckled.

"Time to teach you Bohemian Rhapsody, then Seven Seas of Rhye. I'll teach you the rest of the songs as well since you're doing so well." He smiled.

It was as if I were a natural born drummer.

10:30 pm

Roger and I went back to the hotel. I had learned the songs they had on their set list, and I had to admit playing the drums were easier than I thought.

We entered our hotel room, not bothering to turn on the light. We got straight into bed and Roger held me in his arms.

"I wouldn't give this up for the world," he said as he kissed my forehead.

"Neither would I," I said in his chest. He rubbed the back of my head until he made sure I was asleep.

Soon, he drifted off after me.

The next day.

We made our way to the arena, as soon as we got there we went straight to the dressing room.

Freddie bursted through the dressing room door coming straight towards us.

"You two, there's paparazzi outside. They're requesting for you." Freddie said.

"Come with us, please. The crowd has to want you more than us," I said.

"Oh no Maddie, they want you two. As I came in the building they were chanting for you two." Fred chuckled.

"I'm certainly up for it," Roger said tugged on my arm. I got up and went outside, hand in hand with Roger.

The paparazzi started flashing cameras and yelling all kinds of questions. But of course, we gave the smaller crowd a taste of what they wanted.

Roger grabbed my waist and turned me around to face him. I looked deep into his piercing blue eyes, they were beautiful.

Roger pulled me in for a kiss, it felt like we were the only two people in the world. I cupped Roger's face and he put one hand behind my head and the other around my back.

The paparazzi cheered, most of them got pictures we were probably going to see in the newspaper soon.

"They love you," Roger whispered in my ear.

"No they don't. They love us," I giggled. Roger took my hand and kissed the engagement ring on my finger. He held my hand and walked back with me into the building.

I loved when we rowled up the paparazzi.