"1,2,3,4" Roger shouted into the mic. He tapped his drum sticks in time. As Freddie began to hammer out a tune on the piano
" She keeps her Moet et Chandon
In her pretty cabinet
"Let them eat cake", she says
Just like Marie Antoinette..." He continued to sing, his voice soaring. I began to sway happily to the music my feet tapping. My eyes were fixated on Roger, his veiny forearms were exposed as he expertly kept the rhythm to the song going. His headed nodded along and his hair bounced with him. He came in beautifully his voice clear and distinct in the harmonies. They finished playing and ran back into the recording studio. I jumped up from where I was seated on a soft couch at the back.
"You sound incredible" I gushed "Just incredible, it's the sort of song that makes you wanna dance"
"Then we dance!" Fred shouted raising his arms in a flourish
"Play the song back would you darling?" he nodded to the producer. The producer rolled his eyes, grinning a little and pressed a button so Freddie's voice filled the studio. Freddie grabbed my by the hand and spun me, my body swayed softly. He passed me on to Brian who smiled down at me, spinning and dramatically waltzing to the rhythm, making me giggle. He spun me into John's grasp, John tapped his feet moving extremely smoothly across the floor. His dance skills were highly impressive. As the song was coming toward the end, John spun me into Roger's grasp. He pulled me tightly to his chest and swayed calmly with me, then spinning me and pulling me back in even closer. He dipped me toward the floor as the song came to an end. Gently pulling me back up to standing, his hands resting on the small of my back. We stared into each other's eyes as he gently swept his thumb across my cheek. The perfect moment was broken by Freddie's round of applause, Brian and John joined in.
"Despite how sweet that interaction was, I believe I was the best dancer darling don't you agree?" Freddie grinned
Brian raised his hand in the air "Hey, I waltzed with her. That's surely the best? I mean if we are calculating off of skill level an-"
John cut in "It was me, there is no doubt. I could see in her eyes how impressed she was my my skills" He shrugged smugly at the two others
"Hey, We still have an Album to record ladies" Roger addressed the band with a soft sigh.
The rest of the band went back into the studio, I went to sit back down in my seat, but Roger grabbed my arm and pulled me close
"I know I was the best dancer" he smirked smugly looking deep into my eyes
"I have to admit Deaky was pretty damn good, now go and drum your heart out" I winked turning my back to him. my legs shook at the confidence in my voice, exhilaration rushing through me.
He stood alone in the studio shaking his head and smiling
"Unlucky Son"
"Shut it Mike"
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A few hours more of Recording and Freddie was storming around the studio. We all were watching him as he paced around the room. Frantically glancing at the clock as the precious seconds ticked by.
"I sound like shit, Don't I sound like shit Bri?" He groaned
"A little room for improvement maybe Fred"
I looked at the distraught boys, Roger was sitting next to me with his head in his hands. John on the other side looking absolutely exhausted he lay on the couch his eyes half closed.
"Could I suggest something?" I piped up from the back of the room. My heart was beating fast in my chest, a sinking feeling they would all hate my idea. Everyone turned to look at me as I walked over to Mike the producer.
"You guys need to get a little crazy. A little experimental. Mike would you mind bouncing the "Ahs" from side to side and then playing it back?" I stuttered nervously. Mike nodded fiddling with a few buttons. The new booming sound filled the room. All the boys sat up straight as the new song filled the room
"AND NOW BLAST IT" I yelled as Mike pushed the switches up to full. Their eyes lit up as the new music filled the room, all of them tapping along to the beat with wide smiles on their faces. Roger rushed over and picked me up in his arms spinning me around and planting hundreds of kisses all over my face. I giggled dizzily as he twirled me in his strong arms. The boys exchanged a confused look but decided not to comment.
"Lily Pad, it's amazing" he smiled setting me down "You are a true musical genius"
The rest of the band payed me their compliments. John and Brian both had a look of pure disbelief on their faces. Freddie looked at me in bewilderment
"How did you come up with that Darling? I am so glad I brought you tonight" his eyes darted between Roger and I, he smiled deviously.
"However it's getting rather late. Bri, Deaky want to grab a drink?" he smirked at the two of us.
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After Freddie, Brian and John had left it was only Roger and I. He grabbed my hand and led me out into the cool night. We stood silently, as a yawn left my mouth. I was truly exhausted. He pulled me into a tight hug and butterflies fluttered in my stomach with the slightest touch.
"What was that for?" I mumbled softly in to his shoulder, squashed by his strength.
"Just to say thank you, you really helped us all today. You do know this means you are gonna have to come to every album recording though?" He laughed, releasing his hands to around my waist and fiddling with the fabric of my dress.
"Queen is destined for great things, believe me" I smiled, I really meant it.
"So do you want to head to mine? I share an apartment with John not too far from here we can watch a movie or something?" He smiled down at me.
"On one condition, can we watch Grease?" I pleaded "It's my all time favourite"
"Fine" he grumbled, secretly loving I had suggested it. He wrapped his arm over my shoulder. I shivered lightly as a gust of cold night air blasted down the street we were walking. Rog looked down at me quickly taking off his jacket.
"Rog, it's okay. You don't have to, I'm fin-"
"Nonsense, anything for you" he gently draped the jacket over my shoulders. We walked hand in hand to his apartment. He quickly jingled a pair of keys out of his pocket, and unlocked the door to his huge apartment, it was very clean. I immediately assumed that it was John and not Roger keeping the place so neat and tidy. A gorgeous set of glass lights hung over a counter, that stood proudly in the middle of the kitchen living area. A soft couch sat in front of a television.
"Hey Lily Pad you find Grease and I am just gonna change quickly"
I rattled through a rack of tapes until I found Grease, I proudly pulled it out and slotted it into the player. I heard a noise behind me and turned to see Roger coming out of the bedroom without a shirt on. My eyes trailed over his chest, his broad shoulders and muscular arms tensing as he reached for a shirt. I slowly looked down to see a perfect set of abs, I licked my lips wondering what else Roger was hiding under clothes.
"Oh my God, you were checking me out again" Roger smirked as he pulled the shirt over his stomach
"I wasn't, you came out without a shirt on. I didn't check you out, just simply observed what I saw"
"I could tell you liked what you saw" He smirked looking far too smug about the bright red colour spreading on my face. I made a quick attempt to change the subject.
"So, Grease?"
"Grease it is" he replied cockily
The movie finished and I sat cuddled up with Roger. My head resting on his shoulder and legs curled up onto the sofa. His arm was draped around me, his hand resting gently on my waist. I yawned as the credits rolled onto the screen and he looked down at me, planting a soft kiss on my forehead he spoke.
"Hey Evie, why don't you crash tonight. You are super tired. You can have my bed and I'll sleep on the couch. You don't have work tomorrow right?" He smiled down softly stroking my hair
"I don't know Rog" I yawned "I have nothing to wear and I feel bad taking up your bed. Maybe I could just crash on the couch"
"There is no way you are crashing on the couch" He said sternly
"But Rog"
"I said no" he said firmly "You can borrow one of my shirts as Pyjamas"
I glanced at my dainty watch, thinking of how far away my house was and how late it was. Roger glanced at me expectantly
I rolled my eyes "Fine"
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Roger led me into his room and rummaged through his wardrobe before pulling out a white silk shirt and throwing it my way. His room was surprisingly tidy. His bed was a wooden frame and made up with white sheets. Drum sticks were scattered over the room and a drum kit sat in the corner. I saw a pair of tiny red shorts lying on the radiator and picked them up.
"These are yours Rog?" I asked raising my eyebrows and fighting the urge to laugh
"Yeah, why what's up with them?"
"They leave nothing to the imagination" I giggled
"Shut up and put on my shirt Evelyn" he said waiting expectantly
"You think you are getting to watch Taylor?" I smirked "Turn around"
"but I just-" he moaned
"Turn. Around." I said sternly
I quickly slipped out of my sundress, and pulled Roger's silky shirt over my head. It's soft satin felt smooth against my skin and came down to mid way above my thighs.
"Okay you can turn around" Roger turned around looking me up and down slowly and licking his lips
"Now who is checking who out?" I questioned raising an eyebrow
"Why does it look so much better on you than on me? You literally look gorgeous in anything Evie" He smirked.
"Stop flirting with me Roger, god" we both laughed.
I yawned again, rubbing my eyes sleepily. Roger slowly took my hand and led me to the bed. He undid the straps to my heels and slipped them off my feet. He pulled back the covers and allowed me to comfortably slide underneath. He pulled the blanket up to my chin as I giggled softly at how sweet he was being. He kissed me gently on the forehead.
"Goodnight, Lily Pad" he sauntered out flicking off the switch to the light.
Ten minutes passed, My head was filled of thoughts of Roger. How he had looked with his shirt off. The way his veins bulged when he played the drums, the sexy smirks he kept throwing at me every two minutes. All I could think about was his arms wrapped gently around me.
Don't do it Evie, don't be an idiot
"Roger? I shouted
"Everything okay Lily Pad?" he said in a husky tone. He leaned against the door frame again without a shirt on. A concerned look crossing his face
"So I feel really bad taking your bed, so do you wanna join?"Â a red blush flushed my entire face, as I tried to sound confident
"Why I would love to" he smirked clambering under the covers beside me. He pulled me into his warm chest. His chin resting on my head as he softly played with locks of my hair.
"Rog?"
"Yes Love"
"Kiss me"
"As your Lover Boy it would be my pleasure"