Maylor Oneshots

Fairytale

Sorry about grammar mistakes. And don't expect too much!

What I'm going to tell you isn't just a story, it's a legend. The legend of love. I know you'll say 'oh, boooring' but this love story isn't just like 'Romeo and Juliet', or like la 'Beauty and the Beast'. No, this love story is about two musicians, but two male musicians.

It all started... Wait, I'm going to pick a different start. I'd like you to imagine a blonde boy, short and small; and a curly brunette, tall and skinny. Done? Well, then you already have pretty much what we call Roger, the blonde, and Brian, the curly. They are our couple.

You see, Brian and Roger were in a band together with Freddie and John (that have another love story, too. But that's for another chapter). The four of them wanted to be rock stars, as in the 70s rock was very popular. Now that we have a space in time we need a space and an antagonist. The space will be in Ridge Farm Studios and the antagonist will be our precious friend, I present you to the obliviousness, that will make our protagonists oblivious about their love. That may not seem like a real enemy, but believe me when I say it's really the reason of many broken phones against the wall.

So, with all the elements needed this story can start.

It was 1975 in Ridge Farm Studios and Queen were recording their fourth album 'A Night At The Opera'. I know, a weird name for a rock album, but its a rock record with the esplendor and wittiness of opera. 

Our fellow friends were sitting alone on the recording room in a break. They had been recording the same song all morning and they had decided to take a three hour break to have lunch, rest and get the bloody song recorded. Who cared of it was 6 minutes long? You don't spend a whole week on a song!

Roger got up from the drum stool, he didn't even know why he was still sitting there, the damn thing was uncomfortable! He could just sit on Brian's lap which seemed a lot more comfortable for sure. But he knew that wasn't going to happen unless he broke a foot and couldn't stand still and all the chairs on the room were occupied, even in that case, Brian would get up from his chair and offer it to Roger, like the gentleman he is.

He walked to Brian and immediately changed the route to the door. No way he was going to spend three whole hours with him, he would fuck up somewhere.

Brian noticed "Hey, Rog, you leaving?" he said, he didn't want him to leave. He wanted to spend this time with him. Brian had a song idea and wanted to show it to Roger and ask for his opinion, they didn't have any deal but did it often.

Roger turned to face him "Uhm, yeah.." he said "Did you want me to, uhh, stay?"

Brian nodded "Yeah, I wanted your opinion about this new song I wrote yesterday" he said, waving the paper in the air. That little paper took so much time to write for the little thing it was.

"Okay then..." Roger sat down on a chair next to Brian, who had an acoustic guitar in his lap "Go ahead"

Brian cleared his throat "Okay, this is called 39'" said this, he began to strum the opening chords and sing the following lyrics.

Roger didn't really understand them, something about someone whose grandchildren knew a land... But he didn't have to understand the lyrics to enjoy the performance. Brian's soothing and calm voice accompanied the guitar. His long fingers danced around the neck of the instrument mindlessly, like if they had a mind of their own, his right hand picked the correct strings at the correct time graciously and gently. Indeed, you didn't have to know what he was singing about to fall in love with him all ove- I mean to fall in love with the performance.

"And what do you think" Brian asked when he finished. Roger could feel his jaw slightly separated from the rest of his head. He didn't even notice he had finished! He was still flipping.