As it Began

The next day I woke up to sunshine. My first day of university classes! I smelled toast and bacon from the other room- Vanessa must be cooking! I jumped up, fixed my hair in the vanity mirror and went into the kitchen area. Outside the large window, crowds of people were walking around the soccer- or English football- field, getting ready to go to class. It was really setting in for me, I was really doing this! "Hey Meg! Breakfast is served." Vanessa broke through my thoughts and I turned around. There were two plates on the small table. One with pieces of toast and another with bacon strips. She had pitchers of milk and juice and tea bags. It was quite a lot for two people and that was amazing in itself.

"Aww thank you! I didn't expect this!" What a sweetheart! And I didn't even get to tell her that I'm a horrible cook...!

After the fantastic breakfast (and I hate breakfast), it was time to leave. I put on a red blouse, white bell bottoms, a gold chain and wedge heels. I set my two toned hair around my shoulders just so. I grabbed my bag and I was off to cosmetology class!

After a great first day of classes, I met some more new friends, an English blonde named Allison, a Scottish brunette named Lynette, an an Irish redhead named Candace- all in the cosmetology course as well! I'm so happy to finally have European friends! We went for lunch and after class we hugged and parted, ready for the next eventful day. I was alone then and decided to look for the library hall, just for something to do.

I walked for a while through the crowds until they died down a bit. I realized that I walked in the wrong direction when I was lost and there was no one around. No one but a group of guys up ahead. I contemplated going up and asking where the hell I was and walked a bit closer. Then my eyes focused in on faces. They looked fairly young and there was four of them. One of them looked strangely familiar though. I walked a bit closer and my heart stopped. It was no one but Roger Taylor. My mystery man right in front of my eyes. I panicked and ran behind a nearby bush an peeked around it to see them. I didn't recognize any of the guys with him. Then a sudden wave came over me. I had to go over. I had to ask him for directions. Anything to talk to him, it could lead to something more! And with that I straightened myself out and strutted over to the group of young men. They were smoking and laughing out loud when I walked up and cleared my throat. They stopped and looked at me. One of them wolf whistled and I gave him a glare that made him back off. Then I took a deep breath.

"Excuse me boys, could one of you direct me to the library hall? I'm kind of lost here..." They looked at each other and one spoke up.

"No we can't, we don't go here sorry." And they resumed talking. I glanced quickly at Roger. He was staring at the ground. He looked...sad?

I decided to play along as well. "Oh, okay..." Then I walked away slowly, hoping he would ditch his jerks of friends for me. Wow, I dreamed a lot.

I decided to listen carefully to their conversation. It felt really rebellious, but I had to do it if I wanted to catch the attention of a Rockstar! Then I heard one of them loudly.

"We'll let's get out of here guys." A deeper voice announced.

"Yeah." A bunch of voices agreed at once. My heart sank as I thought I missed my opportunity. Anger rose but then fell as I heard a familiar raspy, slightly high-pitched voice.

"I'm just gonna stick around, I'll catch you guys later."

"Yeah okay, Rog." The deep voice replied. They all laughed and ran away. Wait...Roger was...sticking around? Hope began to rise as I began to slowly walk again. My heart began to race as I heard footsteps running towards me.

"Hey!" That lovely raspy voice called out and I felt a hand on my shoulder. The touch made me want to melt right then and there. I gasped and turned to face the beauty standing in front of me. I didn't think it was possible for him to get any more beautiful than he already was! "...Hey...look I'm sorry about my friends, they don't know what they're talking about half the time," He put on a crooked smile that made me want to grab him and run away. He kept staring into my eyes. I had to literally force the words out of my mouth.

"Oh, it's okay...I was just walking and lost track of where I was going and.."

"Oh, where are you headed to? If you don't mind me asking." He was so dreamy.

I paused for a minute. "Not at all! Um..I'm looking for the library hall. Or I was until it got so late...hardly worth it now! Ow, my brain." I joked.

"Well how about I show you where it is. For future reference. Do you mind if I walk you there?" He stared into my eyes again.

"I'd be honoured...thank you!" I smiled. He returned it and motioned for me to follow him.

"Oh I should probably tell you. My name is Rog-"

"Roger Taylor of Queen!" I interrupted him. He looked a bit disappointed though. "I-I swear I'm not that creepy, my dad has your records back home. Oh and I saw you guys in concert last month- what an amazing show!

"Well thank you very much. I..." He looked at me even closer. "I knew I recognized you from somewhere! You were at the...Hammersmith gig?"

"Yes!" My heart leapt- he actually remembered me? Looks like you were wrong, Mom! I could hardly believe it. I decided to test this theory a little further. "Didn't we meet in the park too? You were looking for Imperial Hall?" Roger thought for a minute.

"Oh yeah...oh it all makes sense now! That's why I recognized you at the concert! Wow...amazing how we can just...meet up like this again," he spoke softly.

"I know! Wow..." I trailed off.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," he looked down at me and smiled again. I stuttered again.

"Oh, I- uh, oh...my name is Meghan Stevens." I gave a nervous smile.

"Meghan..." He repeated to himself. "I'll have to remember that!" We both chuckled. I suddenly felt a bit more at ease, like I could just be my normal self. "So...you go to school here? Are the schools in America not good enough?" He smirked.

I laughed out loud. "Hey, who said I was American?" His face quickly turned almost apologetic.

"Oh, I'm sorry...you just sounded..."

"It's okay, I get that all the time over here. I'm actually from Canada." I said rather confidently.

"Wow, that's great! I had no idea!" He smiled again. Dammit that smile was gorgeous. "...Wait, hold on. You said your dad has our two records? That's almost impossible..." It seemed as though he was a bit hurt, like I was just another fan trying to get all up in his life. I felt bad and told him the truth. I touched his shoulder apologetically and then pulled back just as fast awkwardly.

"Well he's a record collector. Like hardcore. I promise you this, in his spare time he digs and digs for rarities. He even found a promotional button with your faces on it!" I giggled. His face broke and he chuckled, relieved.

"Well then, I suppose you want an autographed picture then," he stated confidently.

"Hmm, no thanks." I smiled. He stopped, and looked at me, excitedly. I gave a look of confusion. He's excited that I don't want an autograph? This day was just getting weirder.

"I like you!" He smiled. I had to do a double take. He likes me! This is my dream, I saw this moment! He started walking toward me."You're not like the other girls, are you? They all just want me for my occupation. But you, there's just something different." He stopped right in front of me. "I-I'd like to know more about you..." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I totally understand where he's coming from, though. He probably gets fifty girls a day going after him because of his Rockstar looks and that's it. But I know he's more than that, so much more. He caught on to that.

"I'd like to know more about you too," I smiled.

We continued walking and talking. We told each other about everything from where we're from to that we love and hate. He even offered me a cigarette to which I agreed- I was getting quite weak and needed one desperately. What did I have to lose? I still couldn't believe this was happening and couldn't help wondering if it could lead to something more.