When Jim McCartney let's curiosity take over him and finds himself reading through his eldest son's lyrical notepad, he comes across something. A song that, for once, he knew exactly what it was about.

'I'm going to make something very clear to you, Roger Taylor,' I said, taking a step forward towards him and leaning in close, 'I'm here to do my job, to take photographs of you and your band. I am not here to make friends, and I am certainly not going to let anyone distract me from what I'm doing.' A smirk also appeared on Roger's face, 'Not anyone?' 'Not anyone.' A/N: Just to let you know I will not be completing this story any time soon and for that reason it is permanently on hold. Thank you. © 2016 drowseroger All Rights Reserved

'All colours are the friends of their neighbours and the lovers of their opposites.' - Marc Chagall A/N: Header pictures are not mine and belong to their original owners. Completed: February 2019 © 2016 drowseroger All Rights Reserved

'Y'know, I never normally paid much attention to the bands that came and went here, when I was around, it was a pretty normal sight here at the farm. But I had a feeling that having Queen staying with us was going to be an exception.' Completed: October 2016 A/N: Before you begin reading, I just want to make it clear that I wrote this story when I was 17, hence why it's kinda shit. That's all I have to say, I do hope you enjoy it! © 2016 drowseroger All Rights Reserved