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London mid 1970s..Jude Davis embrakes on a journey of self discovery and love when she becomes a student at St Martin's, working part time.in the Kensington.markets she meets a young man named Roger Taylor who exudes glam rock style, with his long blond locks, and piercing blue eyes, but she soon discovers his real passion is drumming and writing pogaint songs, years later their paths will cross again as his place is rock history is cemented as he becomes part of the.biggest rock band in the world....this is their story
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