I don't like you, Roger Taylor

I don't like you, Roger Taylor

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Best ranks 1 #Deaky YEAR 1983 Zaliki Kiera Smith is the drummer of a famous all female punk rock band, the Flight of the Blood Red Rats. Her best friend is the bass player of the most notorious band in the world: Mötley Crüe Roger Taylor is the drummer of a famous British rock band Queen. The two hate each other. They have avoided each other at every possible situation. They are forced to work together as Zaliki's drug problem forces her to choose between too bad options: going to rehab or cleaning up her act as her band made a collaborative album with Queen. Before long the two start developing feelings for each other. Will Zaliki be able to steer clear from trouble when she goes back home to Los Angeles? And what happens when Roger realises that his feelings for the angry, loud and rude drummer are stronger that his feelings for his wife, Dominique? Read to find out!
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Joan lived for rock and roll. Her world was the steady hum of guitar amps, the scent of vinyl records, and the warmth of her uncle's Boston music shop. She never asked for more-until the night a street race ended everything. One breath, and she was gone. The next? She's reborn as a baby in a strange, silent world with no electricity, no music, and no explanation. Now trapped in a forgotten time-where swords replace soundboards and melody only rings from bird's small throats-Joan clings to the fragments of her past life, scribbling lyrics in secret and searching for meaning in a life rewritten. But as the quiet stretches on and memories begin to fade, she must confront a chilling question: if music was her soul... who is she without it and what will she become?

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