saturday, 8th of august
1974
(your pov)
it was a sunny, clement morning. i woke up to the peaceful sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling. i lift my arms up into the air to stretch them and before i knew it, i was stretching out my entire body. i let out a tremendous yawn as i pulled my duvet off of me and step out of my unbelievably comfortable bed - which i wish i could stay in all day. as i walk out of my room and into the hallway, i remember that queen are going to be announcing the winner. 'the winner of what?' you may be wondering, well, let me explain...
queen decided that they wanted to give out a free vip ticket for their upcoming to a random fan. they asked everyone to sign up and they would pick someone they wanted to give it to. i obviously signed up although i knew that they would never choose me. i quickly and eagerly dashed down the stairs and zoomed through the halls, and into the living room to switch the TV on. luckily i was just in time for their announcement. i didn't really listen to all the talking at the start but then i heard them announcing, "and the lucky person that we'll be giving away a vip ticket to isssss... (Y/N, Y/L/N)" as soon as i heard my name come out of freddie's mouth i was in utter shock. i couldn't believe it, i'm going to be going to a queen concert! and not only that but i will get to meet queen backstage and get their autographs! i was ecstatic but then a thought passed my mind that i'd be face to face with my celebrity crush, roger taylor!
Tuesday, 11th august
1974
the night of the concert
(narrators pov)
the time was 5:45 and the concert started at 6. the band had 15 more minutes to get all of their stuff together and rehearse one more time. "where the fuck are my drumsticks!" roger yelled in frustrate. "obviously where you last had them, dumbass" brian sarcastically responded. "oh shut up, dipshit!" roger growled. before matters could get any worse, freddie quickly barged in, "oh come on ladies, pipe down, pipe down!". roger huffed and crossed his arms, "oh by the way roger, your uh... drumsticks were on your drum kit..." john nervously exclaimed. roger beamed and snatcher his drum sticks out of johns hands, "perfect!!" he chuckled before he played a little beat on his drum kit.
(your pov)
as i was driving to the concert i couldn't help but stick on a couple of queen tunes to bop to as i drove.
15 minutes later
i finally pulled up to the arena where they were performing and just at that second i distinguished the band stood together at the back of the building arguing over something. i got out of my car to get a closer look and, oh my god! roger taylor was staring at me! his eyes were a beautiful, captivating baby blue colour and his hair was golden and fluffy. i was so mesmerised by him that i didn't even notice how he'd walked over to me and was stood in front of me.
(rogers pov)
as i was arguing with that stupid know it all, brian may, i caught a fan staring at us in the corner of my eye. i smirked and looked over to them, but what i didn't see coming was that they were the most entrancing, devine looking human ever. they were drop dead gorgeous and immediately our eyes locked. their eyes were charming and (Y/E/C) and their hair was silky and (Y/H/C). i was so hypnotised that i had to go over and talk to them, so i did.
