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The polariod : Maylor

Brian May loved photography, he always had, all 19 years of his life. he loved the thought that one could capture a memory and keep it forever. he loved how he would be able to keep the beautiful colours of the sunset he witnessed on that summer evening, or the beautiful features of the boy he sat watching it with.

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brian had decided to go shopping, he walked around the small town in London that he had lived in all his life and headed for the charity shop that had been there for as long as he could remember. as he walked through the door a small bell went off to let the shop owner know they had a customer.
brian looked around the welcoming store for a while, he skimmed through the clothes racks and looked at the books, but one thing caught his eye.
he wondered towards the shelf where a small leather bag sat. he took it down from the shelf and was slightly startled at its weight, he opened the latch to find that inside was an old polaroid camera.

his eyes lit up with joy as he lifted the boxy camera out from the bag to get a better look,. he couldn't figure out why anyone would give away a- to what it looked like to him- perfectly working camera.

he checked the price and saw it was only £45, still it was a lot for him, but not for a working camera. he pulled out his wallet and counted up his money that he had been saving for something special. he only just had enough with a few pence spare, he went to the till and got the camera.

that evening Brian was sitting on his bed reading a book when they camera he had left sitting on his desk caught his eye. he wondered over to it, sitting down at his desk and holding the small leather bag in his hand. he unbuttoned it and took the camera out discarding the bag to the side.

after a while of looking though the lenses of the camera he put in back down and picked up the leather case. he was about to put the camera in it when he noticed a little flap in the inside of it.

he titled his head in curiosity and checked to see if there was anything in there and to his surprise there was. he felt the thin side of what seemed to be a printed picture. with his long fingers brian dig out the photograph and his mouth slightly open in awe at the image printed on the polaroid.

it was the most beautiful man he had ever seen, he had long blond hair and beautiful eyes that he couldn't quite make out the colour of but they looked blue. he was smiling at the camera and had a perfect set of white teeth, he looked as though he could be a model.

his eyes trailed down to the bottom of the polaroid where he only just made out the message through the persons messy handwriting,

Roger Taylor - 1973 - London

Brian's heart stopped at reading this, it was 1973 and he lived in London, could there be a possibility of ever meeting this beautiful man?

brian rushed over to his phone book and searched for the name Roger Taylor, he reached the page and sighed as he saw around 30 Roger Taylor's.

he closed the book in defeat and held up the polaroid in his hands again, tracing his thumb over Rogers face.

the next day all he could think about was the man in the photograph, even his name was attractive 'Roger Taylor'.
brian looked over at the phone book he had left on his desk the night before and decided to try call a few numbers.

so he did, but he was disappointed. all he received where dead lines and people saying 'i think you have got the wrong number, sorry'. it was tiring getting let down so many times, but then he got an idea.

he slung the camera over his shoulder and slipped the polaroid into his pocket before running back to the shop he had visited the day before. he burst in the door and walked over to the desk ringing the bell for assistance.