My Fairy King

My Fairy King

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Who thought working a day job at a clothing store would turn out with this life? Traveling the world, meeting celebrities, and sharing it all with your true love. But even though you're living your dream, it isn't always a fantasy, especially when your dream involves Roger Meddows Taylor, and his bandmates. This story is about Queen, one of the greatest and most famous bands of all time. I'm going to try to be as historically correct as I can, while also combining parts of the movie into it. It will feature a fair amount of the other band members lives, but will focus on Teresa Addington, a 18 year old retail worker who manages to make one of the most infamous man sluts, Roger Taylor, fall in love with her. Warning- There may be some smut but idk yet so stick around and find out I guess. Also the language will be relatively clean.
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Freddie and Brian exchanged a look that Roger wasn't very fond of. It seemed off-putting and strange to him. "I'm going to call John," Brian mentioned, standing to his feet, shuffling over to the phone in the corner of the room. "Am I missing something? Who is John?" Roger asked, looking between the two. Brian slammed his hand down onto the ringer, turning back to look at his friend. Freddie, who had been mysteriously quiet for the past few moments, shifted in his seat. "Roger darling, what year is it?" He asked him quietly. Roger shrugged his shoulders lightly. "Nineteen seventy." He answered, clear as day. Must to Roger's shock and awe, his answer had been incorrect. It was nineteen seventy-six.

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