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I wrote a song : Dealor

"it's not much but this is it." roger said slapping down the sheets of paper that had be vandalised with the blonde messy handwriting.

freddie snatched it up before the other two boys standing with them could even get the chance. he closely read the lyrics, his brow furrowed in concentration and his front teeth slightly tucked over his bottom lip.

after a few moments of silence as the boys nervously watched for a clear reaction the dark haired man lowered the showers back down to the table and grinned widely at his shorter friend.

"so..?"

"oh roger it's lovely!" he laughed gleefully, taking the boy in for a hug.

whilst the two other members were sharing a hug, the guitarists read through the song, smiles growing on each of their faces as well.

"rog this is brilliant!" brian announced after he finished reading.

"really? you think so?"

"of course we do! it's going to be a hit!" freddie exclaimed.

"what about you, John?" roger asked quietly turning his gaze to the member who was still inspecting the lyrics.

"it's, probably the best songs you've ever written." he said not looking up from the paper.

"really?"

"really." he smiled up at the blond, making roger turn away to hide the pink tint of his cheeks.

"well let's get to work then!" the singer interrupted, taking the sheets of paper from johns loose grip and skipping off to the sound booth, brian following shortly behind leaving the two younger boys alone.

roger was still looking away from the bassist, trying to make the hot feeling on his cheeks disappear.

"roger."

the boy spun around at the feeling of johns hand on his shoulder, only making the blush on his cheeks worsen.

"yes?"

"it is really good. i'm proud of you." john smiled going in for a hug to which roger gladly expected.

"c'mon we should get going, we've got a song to create." the brunette giggled following the path of the previous two members.

it was the night of the first show playing Rogers new song, and the drummer was all flushed cheeks and clammy hands as he sat at his drum set.

"rog, are you alright?" a small voice asked coming closer to him.

"oh um yeah, i'm fine thanks Deaks- just a little nervous.. y'kno stage fright." he lied with a forced laugh.

"alright.. are you sure?" john asked again cocking a sceptical eyebrow.

"yes i'm fine! go, get ready! people will show up soon." roger ushered his friend away with a laugh.

"ok, ok i'm going!" he laughed airily as he ran off backstage.

roger let out a deep sigh as he watched him go, if only he knew.