the way you make me feel *Roger Taylor*

abby

June 8, 1971

I got up and made breakfast. I made myself some pancakes, but then I remembered that Fred is probably gonna come crashing in wanting to do something today. I mean I wouldn't complain, but I made extra pancakes for him.

Once I was finished setting my pancakes up I heard the front door open, it's Fred.

"I've got pancakes for you Fred," I said.

He clapped his hands and ran to the table. He dug in as if he lived here, I mean he practically did. He's always here, but I love it when he's here.

"Okay darling, so you know how I'm in that new band?" He says.

"Yes."

"Well tonight we've got a gig at the pub down the street. I was wondering if you'd like to come. You can meet my band mates after," he said giddily.

"Sure Fred, I'd love to." I smiled.

He started thanking me, once he finished eating he went to my room and started picking an outfit out for me. I finished eating and joined Freddie in my room to see what he's got going on there. Once I went in there I saw a skirt and a shirt on the bed along with a pair of tights. Once Freddie looked up he saw me and set down the black heels he picked.

The outfit wouldn't be a first choice, but it was a good outfit for the pub. I was actually really excited to watch Freddie perform. He's always talked about his band these past few months, he's very excited because he's gotten to sing lead vocals.

"Alright Fred, go home and rest those vocals of yours. I'll hang out here and get ready. What time is it for?" I asked.

"Half eight, the pub right down the street. Don't be late and get a good seat darling," he says as he walks out of my room.

I nod as he leaves my flat. My wandered a bit and ran to my most recent ex boyfriend of 6 months. I really thought that he was the one for me, but I guess I was wrong. He was a bitch anyways, I'm glad that we broke up. Freddie was by my side the whole time that was happening and I couldn't be thankful enough.

He's been by my side through the hardest of times, for example when my grandmother died last year. We've always had each other's backs no matter what, and we always will.

I waited for the time to pass, and my mind just made up scenarios all day long thinking about stories of me and Fred and my family. It must've been forever, because once I checked the time it was already seven pm.

I put on the clothes Fred picked for me and I went to go do my hair. I just decided to straighten it out today since I wasn't going to anything too fancy. I did my makeup lightly and grabbed my things. I put on my shoes and went to the pub early to get a good spot by the front.

I parked and got out. I went inside and got a drink and went to the front of the stage. The pub filled quickly, and when I checked the time again the band was on in five. It was very exciting, the anxiousness rushing through my body was the best feeling. After a few more minutes the lights dimmed and we band was about to come on.

The lights came back on and that's when we saw four scrawny boys get to their instruments and get ready.

"Good evening my darlings, how are you this lovely evening?" Freddie asked the crowd.

The crowd cheered, and as the boys were done setting up Freddie looked down at me and winked. I gave him a smile back which caused him to give a toothy smile.

"This is a little song called Keep Yourself Alive."

The band started to play, the curly haired guitarist had very good guitar playing, and the bassist had some groovy moves. And the drummer- holy shit. Why does he look so familiar?

"All you people keep yourself alive," Freddie sang.

"Give it up for Roger Taylor," Freddie said as the drummer started his drum solo.

Holy shit, Roger Taylor? The bloke from the wedding that cheated on his girlfriend? What are the bloody odds of that.

Then he looked up from his drums and looked the crowd. Then he made fucking he contact with me and messed up his place. The guitarist gave him a scowling look and continued playing. Roger had to pick up on his spot and had to focus, but he kept making eye contact with me and made confused faces at me as if I were a ghost. He's got a lot of nerve to do that.

But oh my god what are the bloody odds of this.

For the rest of their gig I put my eyes on Freddie so that I wouldn't be tempted to even look at Roger's disgusting face. My god why does this have to happen to me.

Once the gig was over, I hesitated to go back stage knowing Roger would be back there. Eventually I made my mine up of going back there, but no matter how many times I procrastinate to go back there, he'll be there.

A girls got to do what a girls got to do.