These can be used for any fandom but I had both Queenandthe Beatles in mind while writing these. This is my first time doing this but I figured if I’m not going to write a fic why not help others out! I hope these aren’t crappy, oops.
1. “Why are your lips so god damn soft”
2. “You’re such a tease”
3. “You’re hot when you’re mad”
4. “Stop blushing so much people are gonna start wondering”
5. “What if (band members/persons name) walks in”
6. “Turn on the lights I want to see your face”
7. “Why would he write a song about me”
8. “It’ll be our little secret”
9. “Tell me how does one dance so badly”
10. “Cause I love you.” “Yah?” “Yah yah.” [that was so bad and cheesy]
11. “We are at an important dinner we can’t just leave”
12. “I’m tired of scrabble, how about a game of truth or dare”
13. “Pinky promise”
14. “You have horrible taste in music”
15. “Shirts have buttons for a reason”
16. “Take a picture it’ll last longer”
17 “If I’m that bad then come teach me”
18. “That skirt’s awfully short”
19. “Quiet down someone is going to hear us”
20. “Don’t call me cute. I’m not cute”
-I’ll be making more of these for sure but this was my first time making a prompt list and I don’t really know if I did it right but eh. Also sorry that they’re bad I’m just not that creative, oof. (sorry that it’s so short I’ll try and make some longers lists but for my first one this should be good-ish)
Brian’s actions here are a direct representation of ME BECAUSE HOLY CRAP G U Y S! I know it’s been a really long time, but like I said: second semester of senior year is very intense because I’m student-teaching full time AND I still have my college commitments. But that doesn’t mean I’ve abandoned this fic! Far from it! I’m working towards the denouement, and I hope you all love it as much as I do. So with that said, happy reading!
I am so sorry this took me so long (whoever said senior year of college was easy was talking straight out of their ass), but here it IS! There’s a lot going on in this chapter, so I hope you guys like it!!
Ohhhhhhhhkay. Okay. Friends. Y’all. This one is a lot. Like a LOT. This was another chapter where I didn’t quite know how to end it, but I think the content makes up for it haha. I really hope you all like it!!
TRIGGERS: THIS IS BASICALLY COMPLETE PWP. THERE’S A BIT OF FLUFF AT THE BEGINNING BUT AFTER THAT YEP IT IS PURE FILTH, SO PEOPLE WHO ARE UNDER 18???? GO AWAY
Oh. My. God. Friends. This part is finally here because I’ve finally had time to breathe, honestly (working six days a week is not exactly conducive to working on this fic lol). I’m not sure how many of you all are still out there, but I’m going to finish this damn thing even if it takes me fifty-five years. It probably won’t take me fifty-five years. Probably. ANYWAY, for those of you who are still here, or for those of you who are just discovering “I’ll Love Her Still” now, I hope you enjoy this part!!
HEY HI HELLO HI KIDDIES!!!! It feels so good to get this part out there. Now admittedly, this is more of a transition part than anything else- I’m intending for this fic to be pretty episodic so some parts will be more fleshed out and plot-driven than others, but I do really like this one too! Happy reading!
HEY KIDS WELCOME BACK!!! So I had originally posted this the night of the Oscars, and after rereading it, I realized that it was not at the level that y’all deserved, so I took it down and reworked it. This is the result, and I’m honestly pretty proud of it. Enjoy!!
WELCOME TO PART TWO MY LITTLE BEAUTIES!!! I know this fic might seem like a bit of a slow burn, but I want to set up the characters/situations effectively. Also, I’m going to try to update as regularly as I can, but school is my top priority obviously. Anyway, I hope you like Part Two!
HEY KIDS!!! Welcome to Part 1 of my multi-part Brian fic that I’ve been working on. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I am enjoying writing it, and please let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!!
I’ll Love Her Still: Part 15 (Brian MayxFemale!Reader)- FINAL
Well, Tumblr dot com… this is it! This is the last piece of writing I’ll post here. I will be reposting this fic in its entirety on AO3, but I wanted the last part of this story, this thing that I’ve dedicated three years (!!!) of my life to, to be posted originally in the the place that inspired me to write. Thank you all for an amazing chunk of my life- I’ll love you all still ❤️.
TRIGGERS: If you don’t like romance, stay far away from this conclusion
“Danny, listen to me,” you pleaded. The winter wind whipped around you, and you pulled your coat close to you. “It’s different this time.”
Danny rolled his eyes and took a drag on his cigarette, truly not believing that he was back in this scenario AGAIN. “Jesus Christ, you can be so aggravating.”
“DANNY.” His gaze softened when he saw how emotional you were getting. “This man… he’s in love with me. He wrote a song to tell me so, and when I listened to it, I knew that I love him too. I always have. And I have to get back there to tell him before he leaves for good and we both make a huge mistake.”
Danny bit his lip in thought. “Li-”
“Y/N,” you bit back tears. “Just fucking call me Y/N, Danny.”
Danny raised his eyebrows, but didn’t say anything, so you continued. “Please, Danny. I know that you hate me, and I know that neither of us have been really fair to each other. But he’s the one for me, and I’m the one for him. We belong to each other. Please,” you finished with a whisper.
Danny studied you for a moment. “He’s the one, huh?”
“Yes,” you said earnestly.
Danny nodded and murmured, “Please, God, make sure I never have to do this again,” as he pushed the stage door open for you.
You swore, if your mind weren’t so fixated on Brian, you could have thrown your arms around Danny and kissed him. “Thank you!!”
You didn’t even wait to hear his response before plowing past him into the backstage area. You might have heard people calling out to you to say hello, but the thrumming of your heart drowned them out. Finding Brian was your only mission, your only purpose. You couldn’t remember what time it was- 6:30? 7:00? Were you too late? You knew Brian usually just isolated himself before the show so he could tune his guitar, but maybe he’d changed. Maybe everything had changed. Maybe nothing had changed. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe this was the only thing you could do without going completely insane. Maybe-
“Y/N?”
It was like the entire world had just turned off with the flick of a switch. That voice…
You turned around to see Brian in front of you, and you crossed your arms in front of your chest because you actually thought it was going to pound right out of your chest with how incredible he looked. “Brian,” was all you could say.
“Wh-what are you- why are- I mean, I know we’re in Y/C but-”
“Brian, I’d like to say something, if that’s okay.” You knew that if he did that adorable rambling for a second longer, you’d lose all your courage.
Brian pressed his lips together and nodded, letting you have the space you needed.
“I know… I know that we left things in a bad place when we were in LA. And I know I told you that I couldn’t be with you anymore because I felt like I couldn’t give you what you wanted. But… I’ve had some time to think. That’s all I’ve ever really needed, was just time. I- I listened to the album. I heard the song you wrote. And… it made me understand something.”
Brian waited to see if your pause was meant for him to speak in before he asked, “Understand what?”
“I’m yours.” The two truest words you’d ever said. “I love you. I don’t think I’ve ever meant anything more in my life, Brian. I love you. I know that I couldn’t see the same future that you saw, but I can now. I see it all. And all I want to do is be with you. To be yours, completely. I know I said that I was afraid, and that I never wanted to be locked down. But you don’t want to lock me down. You never did. You just wanted to love me.” You bit back tears as you continued. “And I should have seen that sooner, but the point is that I see it now. And I don’t want a single minute more of not having you in my life. So… if you could find it in your heart to just-” you paused, feeling that burning sensation in your throat. No tears. “To call me. Write me a letter from the road. Even just letting me stay with you tonight to watch the show…”
“Well,” Brian studied you with an expression that you couldn’t quite make out. “That’s not good enough.”
You felt your heart deflate like a balloon, drifting out of your chest, down through your stomach and finally out through your toes into a shriveled heap on the ground. You opened your mouth to try and speak, but it felt like your throat was a desert and your voice was just the faint memory of water.
“Just spending the night with us isn’t good enough, Y/N. You’ll have to come back on the tour and stay with us until the end.”
You looked at Brian with mouth agape as his mouth slowly curved into a smile. Oh, that smile- you’d missed it so much that seeing it again nearly made you weep. “But… I- I thought…”
“Y/N,” Brian shook his head. “I know that back in LA, I came down pretty hard on you. I was too intense, and that rightfully scared you away. But my feelings for you haven’t changed. I love you. I will always love you. And I’ll move at whatever pace you need to feel comfortable.” He paused before adding, “You are the love of my life, Y/N. And I never want to let you get away again.”
You had no words. Brian had stolen them all. You stood there, dumbstruck, looking at this man that you loved and who you knew wanted you back just as much as you wanted him back. You were overwhelmed, you were speechless, you…
You had to kiss him.
Before he could open his mouth to tell you to say something, your lips were on Brian’s- right where they belonged. Where they had ALWAYS belonged. You were kissing him and he was kissing you back, one hand around your waist while the other lay on your cheek lovingly. You were so completely overwhelmed with happiness and love, but a completely different kind of love than what you were used to. It was deeper than the love you’d known before, where the love got lost in the lust. It was coming home. It was forever.
It was your tears that made the two of you break the kiss. You laughed and sobbed softly as Brian’s thumb ran across your cheek to wipe your tears away. “I don’t know why I’m crying,” you admitted, sniffing. “I’m happier than I’ve ever been.”
Brian leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours tenderly, letting you savor in the physical contact. “Maybe that’s why,” he smiled.
“I love you,” you returned Brian’s smile. “I’ll never be able to tell you enough.”
Brian sighed happily, and you saw a couple tears of his own escape his eyes. “And I love you,” he tilted his head slightly to whisper in your ear. “Always.”
“So,” you breathed. “What now?”
“Well, we’re going to be on the road for another month,” Brian said, letting his hands move to clasp the small of your back while you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Then we have to go back to England to do the next album.”
“They want you to do another one? But Sheer Heart Attack’s been doing so well.”
“And yet we still haven’t seen any of the money,” Brian rolled his eyes. “So- another album.”
“Another album,” you repeated, “which will be a massive success.”
“You really think so?” Brian grinned.
“Well, my psychic told me so,” you smirked, knowing Brian’s logical, scientific brain would hate that.
“Y/N,” he groaned, wincing like he had a headache, making you laugh. “Fine,” he sighed, “the fourth album will be a massive success, finally make us enough money to get John a house and Roger and Freddie more toys, and pave the way for a fifth one.”
“I’m sure I can transfer my credits over to a university in the UK,” you thought out loud. “I can take care of it all when you go back to start the album. I know it’ll take a while, but it’ll still get done. And once it’s all taken care of, I’m sure I’ve got enough money saved up for a plane ticket.”
“And there’ll be no shortage of jobs for you once you graduate,” Brian smiled down at you. “You’ll be the best solicitor London’s ever seen.”
“And then what?” you grinned. “For us, I mean? Marriage? Babies?”
Brian felt his eyes fill up all over again when he didn’t hear a hint of sarcasm in your tone. But still he said, “One step at a time, right?”
You leaned over to press a kiss on his cheek. “Right. But however many steps we take, and whenever we take them…” you stopped to take his hands in yours. “We’ll always take them together.”
Brian squeezed your hands and brought them to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Together. Always.”
He may not have said much, but with those two words, Brian had said everything. Life was all spread out in front of you again, just like it had been years ago when you’d committed yourself to the life you were leaving behind. But this time, there was no anxiety, no trepidation, no question in your mind of whether this was what you really wanted. This was a new adventure, but more than anything… this was coming home.
* * * *
You knew what they said about you. Dirty groupie, only staying around so long because you were a kept woman, nothing but a disposable whorethat Brian would eventually get tired of and leave in the dust. But you knew better. You knew every time you stood at the side of the stage and watched Brian play his heart out. You knew every time you fell into each other’s arms after the show and you could feel how much you loved each other. You knew by the way Brian talked with you, laughed with you, cried with you, made love to you, livedwith you. Those words he’d written for you were true.
I’ll Love Her Still: Part 14 (Brian May x Female!Reader)
Aight people, here it is!!! The second-to-last part of “I’ll Love Her Still”. I still (heh) can’t believe A) it’s taken me so long to actually write this, and B) that it’s all coming to an end. I hope that the upcoming ending is a satisfying conclusion for any of you readers who might still be out there!
TRIGGERS: Sad Lily is Sad
You took the needle off of the record and sunk down onto the floor, the tears spilling out of your eyes before you could stop yourself. It was beautiful. You knew it would be beautiful- why WOULDN’T he write a beautiful song about you? He had loved you… he still loved you… and you’d broken his heart.
It was like your whole being was in a vice. All you could focus on was the fact that you couldn’t breathe, that the room was spinning, and that you were never going to be happy without Brian May. The thought of that terrified you. How could you know? You’d been so firmly in the “free-to-be-you-and-me” world for so long, you’d never thought of where or when that world would end for you. You’d certainly never been so bold as to assume you’d fall in love with one of your conquests. Conquest. What an asshole thing to say. Brian wasn’t a conquest. He was… he was the man you loved. You loved him. You loved waking up in the morning and seeing him next to you, chest rising and falling and lips practically begging to be kissed. You loved the way you could have an incredible conversation with him about anything from the cosmos to what it was that made Buddy Holly such a genius. You loved the way that he was so meticulous about certain things and yet at the same time, he’d probably forget his head if it wasn’t attached to his body. You loved the way he treated you like a princess, even when you didn’t deserve it. You loved him. You loved Brian. And that realization shattered you.
You were so wrapped up in your panic that you didn’t notice Sadie open the door and say, “Lily, I got tick- oh my God!” She immediately rushed over to you when she saw you in a weeping mess on the floor. “Honey, what’s wrong??”
“He…” you tried to speak through your sobs. “He wrote a song for me.”
“Brian?”
You nodded, burying your face in her chest for comfort. “And it’s beautiful. It’s so beautiful, Sadie.”
“Well, did you really think he’d write a bad song about you?” she gently teased you.
“N-no, but I expected it to be about ‘that bitch who broke my heart’ or something,” you hiccupped out.
Sadie looked over to the turntable and noticed how you’d failed to put the needle back in the cradle. You were usually so meticulous with how you cared for your records… she knew that this had gotten to you. “Can… can I look at the lyrics?”
You couldn’t find the energy to speak, but you nodded. Sadie picked up the lyric sleeve and scanned until she found what she was looking for. While she read silently, you just lay against her, nearly catatonic. There was only one more song on the album, but it just went in one ear and out the other for you.
The album ended, and Sadie stood up to take the needle off of the record (you might not have noticed that it stopped playing, but she did). For a moment, neither of you spoke.
“Well that’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard any rock star do for any groupie,” Sadie finally broke the silence.
You turned to face her. “I fucked up so bad,” you whimpered.
She shook her head. “Don’t be so mean to yourself, Lily.”
The falseness of the name was jarring. It didn’t matter that it was what you’d picked out for yourself. It wasn’t you. It never was. You were… “Y/N.”
Sadie looked at you with wide eyes. “What a-”
“I’m Y/N. That’s who I am. I was stupid to try to be anyone else. I told him. Brian, I mean. I told him my name was Y/N. And he loved it.” Your feelings were coming out of you in a rush now. “He loved me. I never… I never had to pretend with him. I never had to make myself into anything more than who I was. He saw every part of me, all the broken ugly bits, and he loved me anyway.”
You found yourself standing up. “He loves me,” you corrected yourself. “The song doesn’t say anything about him not loving her anymore, does it?”
“N-no, I guess not,” Sadie said in that cautiously supportive way you talk to a friend who’s about to do something that’s either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid.
You pressed on, unfazed. “He never wanted me to leave, he just wanted me to do what made me happy.”
Sadie bit her lip. “L-Y/N… he gave you the choice to stay, and you didn’t take it. Why not?”
“Because… because I didn’t think we could be happy together. That we could never be real, we could never exist outside of La La Land.”
“And just hearing this song changed all of that?”
You chose your next words carefully. “It didn’t change anything. But it… it woke something up in me. Woke up feelings that I thought I didn’t feel anymore.”
Sadie ran a hand through her hair. “Shit, Y/N,” she finally exhaled. “You’re really in love with him aren’t you?”
God… you were. “I am.” You let the statement hang in the air for a moment, and then sank back down to the floor again. “Why the hell didn’t I realize it back in L.A.?” you groaned.
“I don’t know,” Sadie answered lamely.
You shook your head, not in disbelief but in complete bemusement that you could have been so blind. “I’m sorry,” you turned to Sadie, “you were definitely saying something when you came in here, and then I did…that.” You and Sadie both laughed gently. “What’s up?”
“I came in here to tell you that I got tickets for Pink Floyd. I know how much you love Dark Side of the Moon.” Sadie added, “And David Gilmour is…” She trailed off, knowing it was a hopeless case.
You both knew why she’d done it. Queen was back in town. They were playing at the same venue as when you’d first met Brian that June, when everything was vibrant, new, bathed in golden light… just like your love. But that summer had faded, and given way to the unforgiving cold of autumn, and now winter.
But what always came after winter? Spring. New growth, new beginnings, new chances for life and light. Were you wrong to have as much hope as you did?
“Where are they playing?” you asked Sadie.
“Um, the Forum,” she replied. “We’ve got to get a move on if we’re going, the doors are opening soon and then all bets are off.”
Right down the street from the venue where Queen was. Quick as a flash, you jumped to your feet and ran to grab your coat from the back of the door. “I’m sorry, Sadie,” you said distractedly, not really to Sadie at all. Your mind was laser focused on the task at hand. “You’re going to have to find someone else to go with.”
“Where are you going, girl?” Sadie smiled and…was that a tear you saw in her eye? You couldn’t help but smile at her.
Wow, it certainly has been a long time, hasn’t it?
I’m posting to tell whoever’s out there that I did something that I did not think I would ever do: I finished “I’ll Love Her Still”!
This past year was incredibly personally difficult for me- to make a very long story short, my father passed away in November 2021, and the entire year leading up to that point was splitting time between grad school, work, and taking care of him in his final months. Those circumstances robbed me of creative energy (and fandom energy in general), so I let one of my proudest accomplishments collect dust. Now, though, I want to finish what I started. And last night, three YEARS after I first had the idea for this story, I finally finished it.
With this, though, I’m realizing that my time on Tumblr is passing me by. I’m going to be 25 this year, and I’m so glad that I have this time capsule of my early adulthood preserved. But that’s what I think it needs to be for me now- a time capsule. I’m going to post the final two parts of “I’ll Love Her Still”, and then I will be moving on to another fanfiction forum (probably AO3).
I am so grateful to this dumpster fire of a website. It gave me some of my most formative experiences as a young woman, even before I had an account. From staying up until the wee hours of the morning reading One Direction imagines to actually finishing my 35K Queen masterpiece (har har), Tumblr has always been there. And it will always have a place in my heart ❤️
People. PEOPLE. Hello. Who’s ready for some more Queen fanfiction?? I’M ready for some more Queen fanfiction. So last chapter was a BIG cliffhanger for these two crazy kids- let’s see how it pays off here! Thank you so much again for sticking with me through this process- who would have thought I’d still be chipping away at this after TWO YEARS??
TRIGGERS: Roger Is An Extra Hoe Part 2: Electric Boogaloo
December 1974
Life wasn’t supposed to feel this normal. If you’d heard one story about how hard it was for people to return to their everyday lives after coming home from touring, you’d heard all of them. And while the first week at home felt strange and lonely (no stumbling out of the hotel at 5:00 AM to hop on the bus to the next city, no fast food, no late-night parties), you’d found yourself finally settling back into civilian life.
Sadie had been there for you throughout the whole readjustment, being the life of the party whenever you wanted to go out and being delightfully domestic whenever you wanted to stay in. That first week, she’d listened as you told her everything that had gone down on tour with Brian, and didn’t try to give advice or make a ruling on who was right or who was wrong. And as time went on, you found yourself getting back to your old self- school started up again, so you were busy with classes and work (and more things to occupy your time meant less time you had to spend thinking about Brian).
However, by the time October rolled around, something happened.
That something was a song called “Killer Queen”.
Queen had finally been launched into superstardom, as they were always meant to be, and “Killer Queen” was the song that did it. You heard it EVERYWHERE- in the bus getting to class, in the record store where you worked on the weekends, and on the radio in every single restaurant, apartment and store you visited (at least it seemed that way).
Such a Freddie song, you had thought to yourself the first time you heard it. But by the four THOUSANDTH listen, all you could think was, If they don’t stop playing this goddamn song, I’ll lose my mind. It wasn’t a Brian thing… at least, you didn’t think it was. You’d made the mistake of falling in love with a rock star before, but you were always able to snap out of it eventually. Why should this be any different?
You figured out the reason for that about a week after your final exams. You arrived back home from a post-final hot chocolate at your favorite café (“Killer Queen” had been played twice in the forty-five minutes that you’d spent there) to find a package inside the front door. Neither you nor Sadie had been expecting anything, so you were a bit puzzled, especially when you saw that it was addressed to you. Seeing that Sadie hadn’t come home yet, you took the package into your room, tossing your bag on your bed carelessly. Grabbing a pair of scissors from your desk, you dragged the blades along the edge of the cardboard and tore the package open…
The cardboard fell away to reveal an album. Not just any album, though. The black background, the sheen of sweat on the familiar faces you saw on the cover, the red block letters: it was Sheer Heart Attack. You gazed at the album, letting your fingers glide across Brian’s image just for a moment (Christ, he looked good). It was new, crisp, unplayed… and completely your own.
You were so taken by the album that you almost didn’t notice the note that fell out of the record when you opened it. Laying the record gently on your bed (you’d play it in a second), you picked up the note, unfolded it, and felt yourself smile at the instantly recognizable handwriting.
Lily-
If I know you at all, you probably have the new album already, but I wanted you to have a copy from us. We all miss you out here (Brian especially). I hope you’re settling back into Y/C alright, darling- must be an improvement over the five thousand Holiday Inns we stayed in.
I’m writing this from London, but we are heading to America again soon to tour this album. It took a long time to record, so we’re all fucking exhausted, but Trident have been brutal about us making them money (wankers). Anyway, we would all love to see you again. I’d buy you and Sadie tickets for our Y/C show myself but I’m living like a pauper at the moment.
I hope you like the new record, and I hope all’s well with you. I don’t know what happened between you and Brian, but I still like you, and that’s something anyway. Get in touch with me or John Reid about the Y/C show.
All my love, Roger
P.S. Brian will murder me for saying it, but you two need a helping hand. Side Two Track Four is to you, from him. You’re welcome. RT.
A soft laugh escaped you. Roger always talked about how he wasn’t a letter writer, so the fact that he’d taken the time to write a note warmed your heart. You wondered how he was getting along now that they had this newfound fame… you wondered how ALL of them were dealing with the newfound fame…
Shaking your head like you were a dog trying to shake the rain off of you, you walked over to the turntable and slowly pulled the album out of the thin paper sleeve. You always savored that last moment before the record started to play, that anticipation of what music was about to pour out of your speakers. Very carefully, you laid the record down on the turntable, and placed the needle in the first groove.
From the moment you heard the carnival sounds on the opening track, you were swept away. You knew Queen was a great band. They’d always been great. But they had never been this great. Every song flowed seamlessly into the next, creating a whole piece of art, the kind of which you’d only heard from the true greats.
But your ride of bliss didn’t last forever. It was about midway through the record when you heard the familiar riff, that riff Brian had played you backstage months ago. You sat on the edge of your bed, letting yourself fall into the groove of the song and trying to ignore the pang in your chest when you thought of that night, when something in the lyrics made you pause.
You didn’t just hear, “Down in the dungeon, just Peaches and me…” did you? Maybe you had… but the next couple of refrains gave you, “just Hoople and me,” and, “just you and me,” so who were you to say? Maybe it was wishful thinking on your part, the idea that Brian would have put you in a song. Still…
The thought slowly left your mind, and you tried to focus on the rest of the album. You found yourself loving each song more than the next (being especially impressed at Roger’s introduction to “In the Lap of the Gods”- Queen really didn’t need synthesizers when they had a Roger Taylor).
There was a pause after “Bring Back That Leroy Brown”. Casting a side glance at the album, you only vaguely registered the title and placement of the next track before it began.
The guitars began to strum, and Roger locked into a steady groove on the drums. And then…
“I love/ She makes me,” Brian’s voice crackled out of the speakers. You let out a soft gasp- you knew how beautiful Brian’s voice was, but you had never heard him sound so… raw before.
The song played on. You found yourself entranced by the relatively simple instrumentation, unable to really focus on anything but the words:
“Who knows who she’ll make me me/ As I lie in her cocoon/ And the world will surely heal my ills.” God, Brian had never been this poetic before. The imagery he was creating, the emotions he evoked. It reminded you of “White Queen”, but it went further than that. It was unlike anything you’d heard from him before.
Then it hit you. Like a truckload of bricks.
You scrambled for the record sleeve and looked at the name of the song again. “Stormtrooper in Stilettos” was in the parentheses. You looked at where it was placed on the record… and your heart began to crack.
“Side Two Track Four is to you, from him.”
“I know the day I leave her/ I’ll love her still.”
Whaaaaat, I ACTUALLY UPDATED THIS FIC??? IN UNDER TWO MONTHS TIME??? UNREAL. But seriously y’all, thank you so much for your patience, there’s only a couple more parts to this fic left and I’ll be sad to say goodbye but excited to start on other projects!
O H wow. Hi. So. These past few months have been…they’ve been something, haven’t they?
Idk about you, but my creative drive was just…decimated, I think is the right word for it. I’m so often my own worst enemy when it comes to doing things that make me happier, and writing is one of them. So even though this chapter won’t get attention or likes or anything like that, I’m honestly just proud of myself for having done it. We’re coming into the homestretch for Brian and Lily. What’s going to happen? Who knows?? (I do but y’all don’t yet)
WELL. It’s certainly been a while, hasn’t it? I know that the whole world has just kinda….ended, but on the bright side, the quarantine has finally made me write more! I’m coming to the last few parts of the fic now, and I honestly can’t believe this journey is going to be over soon. Thank you to everyone who’s supported this story in any way, I’ll never be able to thank you all enough ❤️.
TRIGGERS:Guys there is so much angst here. Like seriously, the end of this chapter gets…kind of awful. It’s important for character development! But if fights or name calling triggers you, just sit this part out and wait for the next one.
Summary: Things get hot and heavy on the couch. Unfortunately, you and Brian get interrupted. For @rogers-wristbands, who said she would bribe me with actual money to write this after I jokingly sent her a blurb about this situation.
Warnings: Smutty smut smut smut. A little bit of voyeurism? Brian gets bossy?
It was the first time in what felt like forever since the two of you had the apartment to yourself. Roger had been home with the flu for the last week and so you and Brian had been reluctant to get too intimate. If Roger heard anything, neither one of you would ever hear the end of it.
Brian had offered to cook dinner and you were both trying to pretend that you weren’t just itching for the chance to touch the other. Brian’s hand lingered on your wrist as he passed you a plate. You let your leg lean against his under the table, thigh to thigh. Eventually, after minimal conversation and half-chewed food, dinner was over and you were trying to figure out how to come on to Brian a little more nonchalantly than “Fuck me”.
Luckily, Brian was smoother with words than you were. For being all limb and science jargon, he was damn near graceful as he cupped your face and bent his head to yours, just out of reach of your lips.
- “She’s his bestfriend, her forever companion after all the years. She wants to say everything she feels towards him, but she guessed she’s just too late…”
- “You got a job as a bartender in a yacht somewhere in Switzerland, and you didn’t know that the yacht was rented by a famous band for the whole weekend…”
- “You have been having a huge crush on your friend Roger back when you’re still in college. Now he’s a rising rockstar and selling out universities in UK. You’re still finding the time to tell your feelings to him because that silence inside your heart kills you slowly.But he suddenly put up an argument with you that pretty sure broke the friendship a little bit. How will you both recover from that?…
- “Mistakes were proven. Now you’ve seen it and felt the pain that suffers you in the heart right there in the scene you’ve caught. He knows what he did was unforgivable but he wants you to forgive him still, but it’s just impossible…”
-“In 1982, you are invited to his wedding. He was the love of your life before, but now you’re just watching him showing his love with another woman, that is supposed to be you. You can’t stop but to remember the things that had happened between the both of you that really struck your heart…”
•Finding You (series coming soon)
- “Something happened after your 25th birthday. Wishing on your birthday candles for one small thing in your life became a huge deal when your actual wish turned real as you woke up after your party, living in the year of 1975 and being as another person. You didn’t know that wish you’ve made was a mission. A mission that you have to find him, for you to go back to in your own time…”
- “Your life-long friend Rami called you in to come with them in a Queen+Adam Lambert concert. It turns out you’ll be facing your celebrity crush, Joe Mazello…”
- “You’re the only daughter of the famous actor James McAvoy and in his major film, X-Men, you have met someone that would unexpectedly change your life…”
- “Gwilym takes you to his parent’s summer cabin and everything just got carried away…”
•Heartstrings(series coming soon)
- “You are a local instrument teacher that teaches children to play the guitar. You’ve met Florence, a little girl that is far more interesting than the other kids, and then you’ve met her father, a single father that wants his daughter to feel like she’s a rockstar through the lessons…”
- “After your major heartbreak, you have called the only friend that will always listen to what you’ll say. Confessions exposed unhand, but would he feel the same way too?…”
-“In the summer of 1975, you’re working as Paul Prenter’s assistant and asks you to come with him in Ridge Farm for the recording for Queen’s upcoming album. While the band isn’t around in the studio, you tried singing by yourself with the song you’re randomly making until John Deacon found you alone there…”
- “She’s his bestfriend, her forever companion after all the years. She wants to say everything she feels towards him, but she guessed she’s just too late…”
- “You got a job as a bartender in a yacht somewhere in Switzerland, and you didn’t know that the yacht was rented by a famous band for the whole weekend…”
- “You have been having a huge crush on your friend Roger back when you’re still in college. Now he’s a rising rockstar and selling out universities in UK. You’re still finding the time to tell your feelings to him because that silence inside your heart kills you slowly.But he suddenly put up an argument with you that pretty sure broke the friendship a little bit. How will you both recover from that?…
- “Mistakes were proven. Now you’ve seen it and felt the pain that suffers you in the heart right there in the scene you’ve caught. He knows what he did was unforgivable but he wants you to forgive him still, but it’s just impossible…”
•Finding You (series coming soon)
- “Something happened after your 25th birthday. Wishing on your birthday candles for one small thing in your life became a huge deal when your actual wish turned real as you woke up after your party, living in the year of 1975 and being as another person. You didn’t know that wish you’ve made was a mission. A mission that you have to find him, for you to go back to in your own time…”
- “Your life-long friend Rami called you in to come with them in a Queen+Adam Lambert concert. It turns out you’ll be facing your celebrity crush, Joe Mazello…”
- “You’re the only daughter of the famous actor James McAvoy and in his major film, X-Men, you have met someone that would unexpectedly change your life…”
- “Gwilym takes you to his parent’s summer cabin and everything just got carried away…”
•Heartstrings(series coming soon)
- “You are a local instrument teacher that teaches children to play the guitar. You’ve met Florence, a little girl that is far more interesting than the other kids, and then you’ve met her father, a single father that wants his daughter to feel like she’s a rockstar through the lessons…”
- “After your major heartbreak, you have called the only friend that will always listen to what you’ll say. Confessions exposed unhand, but would he feel the same way too?…”
-“In the summer of 1975, you’re working as Paul Prenter’s assistant and asks you to come with him in Ridge Farm for the recording for Queen’s upcoming album. While the band isn’t around in the studio, you tried singing by yourself with the song you’re randomly making until John Deacon found you alone there…”
-“In the year of 1971, you dreamed to be the best musician/performer that you’ll ever be. Upon achieving your dream, you’ve met these musicians that came unexpectedly in your life. The story of you and this rising band will be the biggest rollercoaster ride. Upon chasing those dreams together, there always be a consequence…”
Series summary:In the year of 1971, you dreamed to be the best musician/performer that you’ll ever be. And upon achieving your dream, you have met the four musicians that would surprisingly help you to chase your dreams. The story of you and the rising band is deeply life-changing, and even finding love would get in the way, but all you have to do in chasing those dreams is to always face the consequences...
In this chapter: Roger finally tells you what he wants to say to you that night. You started your first week working in the record shop and your second Friday night performance happened. Someone came by in Crown & Anchor and watched you perform. (I’m literally trying not to drop some spoilers)
A/N: It’s been 4 months since I updated this series! I’m sorry I’ve been MIA!
♡♡♡ PART ELEVEN: “UNEXPECTED” ♡♡♡
Roger said that he’s saying something to you.
Is it important or not?
But you still followed him outside the nightclub where a few people are walking around with cigarettes hanging between their fingers. The music from the inside is still blaring, it’s also heard from where you stood.
You heard him sigh beside you.
“Y/N…” Roger spoke.
You turn to him. He’s tensed.
You never seen Roger so tensed.
It’s already midnight and the moon is up, illuminating the whole town with it’s silver light. Roger was about to speak up until someone busted out of the door to see it’s Tommy with some girl in his arms.
“Y/N, there you are…” Tommy slurred out his words and quickly approached you. Your moment with Roger alone was completely ruined. “Thank you for taking care of me back there, I–”
He hiccups.
You tried to control your laughter. Thinking that he’s your boss and he’s so wasted in front of you.
“–I am grateful, love. I must go, see you next time darling!.” He smiles and waves goodbye to you, taking a hold onto the girl again.
“That next time will be tomorrow Tommy! See you in my first shift!.” You respond back to him even though his drunken self ignores you by now. You watch them both get into a car, maybe it’s Tommy’s or the girl’s and drive away from the street.
You completely forgot that Roger is just silently standing beside you.
“So Rog, what are you trying to say again?.” You asked him. Your arms folded in front of your chest.
In a few minutes of him containing his strength and the finding the right words to say to you, you’re patient and now he sighed deeply then put up a warm smile.
“Can I take you out sometime? Just you and me?.”
…
You told Freddie about Roger’s question to you that night. You and Freddie talked about the moments that happened in the pub before and after you performed and you still can’t believe that Roger Taylor, the man who firstly flirted with you on the first day he met you became so vulnerable in front of you when he said that. He’s like a shy child that wanted to tell his feelings with his playground crush. Freddie became sober at 3am in the morning where you told him everything as he listens until the sun comes up and peeping through the window. Vicky was out again to accomplish something at work and now you’re getting ready in doing your first shift in your first job in Kensington.
“4pm you say?.” Freddie asks from the kitchen as you hummed loudly for him to hear. You tied up your hair and stepped inside the kitchen.
“Meet me up in the record shop at 4pm later as we go to Kensington Market to find me some decent clothes for our date.” You said to him. A genuine smile attached to your face.
“Okay darling. I’ll make sure blondie is have his jaw dropped on the second he will see you on your special night with him.” He smirks then playfully winks at you.
You chuckled, “Well, if you say so Mr. Bulsara.” You showed him a small smirk also and took your valuables to your work.
Freddie pulls you close and hugs you tightly, “Good luck on your first day darling, and shall I call Roger to drive you there again or?…” He asks.
“No, it’s fine. I know the way to the record shop. I won’t let myself get spoiled here anyway.” You chuckled and he nods. Freddie once again hugs you and kissed your cheek before you left his flat. You decided to walk to work and as you were walking, you see Lola and her bandmates standing outside Flotsam while talking and taking long drags in their cigarettes.
You took an intake of breath and just ignored them, going in the different direction where the record shop leads. The adrenaline still kicking inside of you when you saw her again. Those violent scenes you made that night still may have haunt you, but the pain finally fades away.
Your tensed self faded when you opened the door of the record shop to hear the music playing in this place. You dropped your eyes on the girl standing behind the cashier, also wearing the orange colored vest as the uniform. Tommy also gave you one and you just put it on right now, dropping your bag on the floor and wore the vest.
“So you’re the new one.” The cashier girl spoke as she lean against the counter and look at you. You noticed her clothes, she’s wearing some jean shorts just above her knees and knee high brown suede shoes.
Your brows furrowed.
“You’re wearing shorts.” You mumbled, totally dodging her comment earlier.
You’re wearing a plaid bell-bottoms and your old white leather boots.
And the climate is warm.
She looks at you weirdly, “And so what that I’m…wearing shorts?.” She asked.
“N-nothing, I just…I thought there was a dress code or something that…any employee won’t wear shorts or just revealing clothes whatsoever.” You stutter in your words. You heard her lightly chuckle.
“Tommy didn’t say about some bloody dress code. Shorts or pants, shirt or sleeveless, he doesn’t care.” She said and you see her eyes raked down on your pants. “But I like your pants.”
“Oh, thank you.” You shyly smiled and just realized, “Oh yeah I forgot, I’m Y/N by the way…” You smiled at her.
“My name’s Sabrina.” She smiled back.
…
You and Sabrina really got along very well through your whole shift. You did your thing in organizing the records by order in the shelves and Sabrina works on the cashier. You also had your turn earlier in the cashier and just been flirted by a teenager, guessing his age in around 17 or 18 and he’s buying a Fleetwood Mac record. You try not to laugh, but he did his best in flirting with you.
Your shift will end in one and a half hour and Freddie will be coming by too to fetch you. Tommy still haven’t visited the shop and go to his office to manage everything, maybe his hangover is still haunting him until now. Customers grew short this day when the time goes on and now, you and Sabrina are lounging by the cash register where you are both sitting on floor behind the counter.
“So, do you have a boyfriend…or some sort?.” Sabrina asked in her giggly tone.
You both are like schoolgirls crushing on someone.
“I don’t have any but I like someone and he asked me out to have dinner with him.” You proudly shared and Sabrina softly clapped her hands in happiness.
You grin.
“Good for you! He must be a good looking bloke yeah?.” She chuckles.
You bite down your lip and sighed deeply, “Well, he really is a good looking man. According to him he’s been called a ladies man for so many times in his life now. He’s like sex on legs.” You said.
“Now I want to meet him.” Sabrina smirks and you laugh at her playful eagerness.
“I will introduce you to him soon, maybe next Friday? You can come in Crown & Anchor where we perform there.” You nudged her shoulder.
“You two are both performers? That’s groovy…” She grins.
While on your small talk with Sabrina, you both didn’t realized someone stepped inside the shop and look around the place then stood in front of the cash register where you and Sabrina are just sitting behind. It’s hand reach over gently, then…
“What the fuck are you both doing there?.”
It’s the girl you’ve met on your first time stepping in this record shop. The girl with the rude words.
“Clementine! You’re early.” Sabrina scrambled herself off the floor and brush away the dirt from her shorts. You also stood up and just crossed your arms in front of your chest.
“Well thank god I’m early because if I’ll be running late and you both are still behind that counter without guarding the shop, someone would come inside and rob us. Would you like that?.” Clementine hissed and Sabrina looked down on the ground as she nod her head.
You can’t contradict on what she’s saying because she’s saying the truth. It’s only been your first day and now it’s running ugly.
“You, new girl.” Clementine spoke and you looked at her. “Do your job properly. There’s a purpose that Mr. Muller hired you. Just don’t waste that opportunity with some people like her, you got me new girl?.”
“Yes ma'am.” Your voice came out in a whisper as she walk away, checking the place again.
You breathe.
“She’s really the boss of this shop. More bossy than Tommy himself.” Sabrina mumbled to you when Clementine turn her back to you.
“She really is but she’s true Sabrina. We shouldn’t be just lounging around this place, we should do our job properly.” You said and grip her shoulder, “But still, coming by on Friday?.”
“I’ll try if I’m not busy. You know, I have a lot of work.” She smiles and you nodded.
“Other than your work here?.” You asked.
She sighed, “Yeah, I’m actually working on a pub nearby Crown & Anchor too where I make some drinks. But yeah, I can make it by Friday. What time will you be on stage by then?.”
Your eyes lit up and you’re happy that you’ve met someone again thay became your friend, “I’ll be at 8pm, together with my friends too who will perform.” You replied.
“Okay. See you there Y/N, I promise I’ll be one of your biggest fans there.” She winks as she nudged your side. You laughed at her gesture as you both continue doing your job since you both saw Clementine’s eyes fixated on your direction.
You both tried to control your laughter at Clementine’s robot-like, unemotional looking face.
…
The clock ticks at 4pm, just in time that you’ve finished sorting the records to where they are since customers are always clumsy in putting back the records in the right genre. Sabrina has her work behind the cash register. More people come to get their records to listen to. Clementine still have those snake eyes glued onto the both of you.
You heard the bell rang from the door again as you walked out of the rock genre section aisle to finally see Freddie enter the building wearing that red velvet jacket, black and white polka dots top underneath it and clean white pants together with his worn out leather boots. You smile at his early appearance in the shop as he have promised earlier to accompany you to go shopping.
“Good afternoon, how may I help you?.” Sabrina asked him as you watch her lean over on the counter, immediately smitten towards Freddie.
“I’m looking for Y/N, darling. Did her shift ended?.” He asked her as she stood straight to call on you from the cash register.
“Y/N! This very attractive man is expecting you!.” She hollers through the whole shop trying to find you in the aisles. Freddie chuckles at her remark as he playfully winked at Sabrina, who probably is melting from inside right now.
You emerge from the aisles right after Sabrina just called you out, “Hi Fred. You’re unexpectedly early. That’s unsual.” You joked.
“Very funny Y/N,” Freddie sarcastically replied to you as you giggled at his reaction. He soon smiled back as you both shared a friendly warm hug, “C'mon, Kensington Market awaits.” He said.
“Okay okay. I’ll just go and write down my time out in the office. Just stay here with Sabrina, I’ll be back in a few,” You said and before you could walk inside the office, you turn your back to Sabrina who’s still behind the cash register since her shift is going to end later at 6, “Sabrina, while I’m gone, make sure you’ll leave Freddie here still in one piece. He have a girlfriend by the way.” You smirked.
“What a shame.” Sabrina pouted as you finally walk inside the office to write down your time out on the attendance book. You nod goodbye to Clementine who’s inside the office earlier as you walked out. You put on your bag, said your goodbyes to Sabrina and finally took off with Freddie.
You both walked towards where Kensington Market is. You can see different people walking around the building to find something that would catch their attention. Especially women, wanted to be mesmerized by something.
“There are so many clothes, I literally don’t know what to choose.” You said to Freddie as you both stopped in front of the first booth in the market. Not only clothes are here, even fruits and vegetables are being sold here. You also see different mini grocery shops around the corner, and that’s why a lot of people go here. Almost everything is right here in Kensington Market.
“What about this?.” Freddie made his way to another booth, pulling out a violet thigh high velvet dress with flares hanging on the sleeves.
“Fred, it’s a date with Roger, not a party.” You chuckled as you put back the dress. You’ve saw a lot of clothes but nothing really made you stop and just be mesmerized in those clothes.
“This, this is where me and Roger used to sell some clothes.” Freddie pointed at the small booth meters away from the both of you, “I remember selling my clothes, Roger’s clothes, Brian’s clothes, my mother’s clothes, Kash’s clothes just to pay my debts. We’re struggling students before, well…we’re still struggling musicians today. But I believe Queen have a bright future.” He sighs.
You just imagine young Freddie and Roger shouting and hollering around this loud market where they are selling different clothes. You can literally imagine Freddie saying to the customer that every clothing they have will look perfect on them. Just to sell those clothes. And now they’ve gone through it and graduated, wanting to pursue their career as musicians. They just have to wait and see.
Same goes for you too.
You both walk past their old booth, you suddenly stopped in your tracks when you saw this beautiful jacket displayed in a mannequin in this booth. You approach the mannequin and just gaze at this beautiful tapestry jacket with fur on it. You’re praying that this jacket won’t be overpriced.
“Freddie, this is the one. I can top this off the clothes I have.” You said to him as you touch the jacket. The soft faux fur really brings a smile on your face.
“Excuse me dear?,” Freddie asked the saleslady from inside the booth, “How much is the tapestry jacket that is on the mannequin?.”
“£10 for the jacket.” She replied.
And that made your heart dropped, feeling in crashing down into a million pieces. You’re trying to save up these days but buying this precious clothing can make you happy but it’s such a huge minus in your savings.
“I’ll come back for it, thank you so much.” You said and walk away again. Freddie was shocked and catches up with you. “I know, I know what you’ll–”
“–I thought that jacket is the one? Why didn’t you get it?.” Freddie asked.
“£10 is a huge thing Freddie and I can buy some food with that money. I guess I’ll just use some of my old clothes.” You stifle a laugh and sighed deeply.
“Yeah, you’re right. Just like I’ve said, we’re a bunch of struggling musicians here darling.” Freddie said as he put his arms around you in a friendly manner.
“But we have huge dreams.” You said and you both continue to window shop around Kensington Market and even buy some cheap foods that can satisfy your appetite.
…
You didn’t bought some new clothes for your date with Roger but the walk around Kensington Market with Freddie has been one of the greatest memories that you’ll cherish here in your stay in Kensington. You’ve tried the most popular English delicacy which is the Fish and Chips. Freddie introduced you to some of his old friends around the market too and then stopped for a little karaoke fun in some public karaoke machine which definitely attracted a lot of people while you both are singing and dancing at the same time. You’re embarrassed with your moves but never expecting it’ll be praised.
Speaking of singing and dancing, your upcoming second performance in Crown and Anchor is fast approaching already and you have a day remaining to think about replacing the songs from your old setlist to new ones.
At your work in Universal Sounds, Tommy finally visits the shop and asked him in your free times some other popular songs to get an idea for the performance.
“Your old setlist is great though and I like you performing it so you gotta keep it, love.” Tommy said while looking at your journal book with the old setlist you have as he hand you back the book, “And honestly Y/N…”
“Yeah?.” You turn your attention to him.
“You should put some of your songs in your setlist. Give the people some unique taste of your own music. The fire of Y/N Y/L/N igniting the crowd with those melodies and lyrics.” Tommy said and that made you sigh deeply.
You were moved on his words. Performing some of your songs makes you nervous and if you’re nervous, it’ll mess up the whole performance and everything will go wrong.
“It’s not that easy to perform my own style of music in front of a crowd. Maybe they’ll judge me, maybe they’ll turn their backs while I’m singing it. It will make me nervous and my voice will get a littlr pitchy while I’m nervous–” You rambled those words without stuttering that’s why Tommy already shut your negative ass.
“Get in the vocal booth Y/N.” Tommy cuts you off and your eyes blinked while looking at hin with a questioning face.
“What–”
“I want you there to sing something for me. Get in the vocal booth and stand in front of the microphone.” Tommy nicely demanded and you now obliged.
You took a deep breath before stepping inside the regular sized vocal booth and faced on the glass pane with Tommy peering to you from the outside. He gave you a thumbs up, telling you he’s ready and the microphone is also ready. You look around to see a piano here, an electric guitar, acoustic guitar, drums and bass guitar. Your hand reaches over the classic acoustic guitar but you suddenly stopped as you thought about another idea.
Then you chose the electric guitar, now standing before the microphone.
Your fingers ran over the pages of your journal, finding the song that you’ll play to Tommy who’s patiently waiting for you to sing.
And you picked one.
It is called Hummingbird.
You played the chords you’ve arranged in the song but gave a little dance vibe to it as you used the electric guitar with style. You played the intro then started singing the first verse, remembering how you even sang it from before. You remembered some tunes, but some you don’t, that’s why you just randomly sing it with new melodies.
The dance and bubbly vibe of the music made Tommy wiggling his hips there as he catches up in the lyrics on the second time you’ve sang the chorus.
A smile appeared on your face as you turn up the energy on the last chorus before ending the song with that fire guitar solo outro as you imagine it fading out in the audio. You bow your head as you see Tommy clapping his hands for you. You can’t hear what he’s been saying but you know it’s positive with that wide smile of his.
He lean over to the control panels and pressed a button, “That’s…that’s a breathtaking song Y/N. It blew my heart away more than Fleetwood Mac did.” He compliments.
“Don’t…ever compare me with Fleetwood Mac. They’re the best artists and I’m just here as an amateur singer slash song-writer slash producer.” You chuckled and Tommy shakes his head.
“You’re not a freaking amateur Y/N. You literally belong to the professional group, and I recorded your voice for future plans.” He winks as he wriggles the tape he have in his hands.
You widen your eyes, “You recorded it?! You know when it comes to sharing my song, my insecurities and anxieties are eating me whole.” You stepped out of the vocal booth and just stare at him, pleading that he will never give the tape to anybody else to listen to.
“I’ll think about it.” Tommy smirks as he replied. That’s all he just replied to me before saying his goodbyes to you and the others in his office and walk away, with the tape in his hands. You inhaled sharply and return outside to assist Sabrina on what she’s doing in the shop.
You still hope that Tommy will never get that goddamn tape in the palm of anybody’s hands.
…
Tommy didn’t listen.
The next day came and that’s when he called someone he personally knew because he worked as the person’s assistant and publicist. The person he called had the biggest role in the music industry and they are one of the well-known producers around UK. And with only one call that your boss made today, maybe everything will turn upside down.
The phone rang on the third ring when someone finally answered the phone to Tommy, “Hello? Yeah, it’s been a while since we’ve met again though. I have missed you too dearly. Actually, what I came here is that I have a very nice girl with a very nice voice. She can do ballad, rock, pop, soul, everything! She have that versatile voice. I have a demo from her, hope you’ll listen to it…” He said to the phone, listening to what they are saying.
When Tommy finished talking to them, he have a victory smirk, but he have to surprise you on what he just did.
Friday came again and you prepared for your second performance tonight. You can’t stop pacing back and fourth in the living room here at Freddie’s while looking on your journal, with the new setlist you’ve made last night. And you didn’t stopped yourself from putting three of your songs in the setlist.
And now your anxiety is building up again.
The bathroom door finally opened to see Freddie and Vicky freshly showered, but more like freshly fucked because you definitely heard them doing it in the shower while you’re here in the living room. They noticed you being weird here.
“You okay darling?.” Freddie asked you, but you didn’t hear it. Your eyes are just glued on the papers of your journal with your pen between your lips.
“Y/N?.” Vicky snaps her fingers to you and now you’re back in reality. Out of those thoughts.
“Oh…did you just…called me?.” You questioned them with your most confused face.
“Yeah, we did. Did you get enough sleep last night?.” Vicky asked.
“Yes, I did get enough sleep last night. I’m just to bombarded with my thoughts about my new setlist for tonight’s performance.” You said and gave them your journal. Freddie was the one who took the journal and read through it.
“Moonshine,Hummingbird,He’s a God…are these your songs Y/N?.” Freddie asked, looking oh-so proud about your decision.
“Those are one of my favorite writings in my whole life and I guess this is now the time that I have to share it to the people.” You replied to him. Freddie didn’t say anything but you can see him smiling widely at you.
You sighed as he gives back your journal and suddenly gripped your shoulders, “I’m so proud of you dear. So fucking proud.” He cups my face.
Tears began to pool in your eyes as you just laugh away your emotions, quickly wiping it away before it slips down my cheeks.
You’ve made your decision. You’re going to sing your song.
Hoping that you won’t regret it.
…
Crown & Anchor tonight is packed with more people than the previous night you had here before, that’s why your heart rate is increasing again. Queen is already performing onstage while you watch them with Vicky and Genevieve by your side. Rosalie isn’t with Brian tonight and you don’t know why.
Speaking of Brian, he gave you a late thoughtful present for your very first performance earlier and it’s a dress, and the print of the dress is celestial. There’s the sun, the moon, the stars. Everything. It was a very beautiful dress and you loved it. You are shocked about his sudden gift, not only you who is shocked, also the blond drummer too.
You wore the dress tonight as you partnered it with Freddie’s fedora hat that you borrowed and your dark brown suede boots.
When Queen ended their set and thanked the people who listening to them, you took a deep breath before you head in the backstage to meet them. You see them exhausted from performing, drinking water and heaving a breath to calm themselves down.
“Nobody will seriously top you guys here in Crown & Anchor, you all are the life of this place.” You said and took the electric guitar. Playing in acoustic is your number one thing, but now you’re in the electric guitar. Ready to electrify them.
Before you got onstage, Freddie gave you a huge kiss on your cheeks, Brian and John warmly hugging you and Roger, he was hesistant to do something to you. He wanted to kiss you, but he thought that you’ll be shocked, that’s why he just put a sweet kiss on your forehead and said his good lucks before you step out of the curtains of the backstage. You heard several people clap for you, feeling that those people were the ones who listened to you before.
You also saw Sabrina with some guy she just met tonight and she’s been clapping for you non-stop since you stepped on this stage. You can’t help but to blush and wave at her direction.
“Good evening, beautiful people,” You spoke through the mic and people howls in delight as you giggled, “Tonight is my second night here in this very stage and…I just want you guys to know the night is better than the day because when you stay under the sun for a couple of minutes or hours, you’ll be burnt but when you’re under the moon, it feels so relaxing and all that I have to say is…moonshine is better than sunshine. Here’s my song called Moonshine.” You said as you started strumming your guitar in a soft rock type of genre.
You sang the first verse as you see the people enjoying the style of your music and your confidence boosts up. You remember the chords you’ve wrote for this song and put a little new tweaks too here and there. The chorus more energetic as the people sings back to you by the time you sang the chorus in the second time. A smile formed around your lips when you made this decision and beyond thankful that the people are enjoying in your own music.
While you’re performing onstage with all your glitter and groove, Roger was absolutely amazed by your performance again. Smiling widely that he’s now hearing you singing your songs to these people. Brian was also amazed by you and the fact that you wore the dress he gave you, there’s something that knocks him out of what you do. He don’t know what to do about it. Freddie on the other hand was dancing and also singing back to you, and he’s shaking John around while dancing on the beat of your song. John was so proud of you too. All of them was so beyond proud of you.
You sang your second song which is Hummingbird, the song that Tommy heard days ago in the vocal booth of the record shop. Tommy was also in the pub, sitting far back the counter island while drinking his whiskey. He smiled on the rim of the glass while watching you sing your songs, fingers lightly tapping the glass. He remembers the phone call earlier and he can’t wait about what will happen next.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Tommy Muller…”
A smirk appeared on his lips as he look at the person before him who’s wearing an all white semi-formal outfit and it’s accent became more sophisticated than it was before. The person also looked at the stage where you stood and singing to the audience.
“So this is she…” They spoke, fully observing you and your mannerisms and how you deliver the songs in your performance.
“How’s Y/N for you?.” Tommy asks, tapping his glass with his fingers as he waited for the answer.
“I like her.” They nod their head and Tommy had that victory smirk on his lips as he gets back in watching you onstage.
Series summary:In the year of 1971, you dreamed to be the best musician/performer that you’ll ever be. And upon achieving your dream, you have met the four musicians that would surprisingly help you to chase your dreams. The story of you and the rising band is deeply life-changing, and even finding love would get in the way, but all you have to do in chasing those dreams is to always face the consequences…
In this chapter:You went to the record shop to meet Tommy, if he’s still offering the job. Your first performance and Queen’s comeback performance in Crown & Anchor will happen tonight. Freddie and Victoria brought all of you in a nightclub to celebrate. Roger asked you about something important…
Warnings:language, fluffs, mild angst
Word Count: 5.4k+ words
Note: I can’t believe we’re on part 10 and actually this series will be longer than I expected, but I’ll still be making some small fics here and there :) And there will be slow updates by now since I’m back in school again and I need to study too (it’s already my last year in high school) so yeah, I hope you guys understand :)
You hop out of the van while clutching your resume inside your hands. You closed the car door behind you as you looked at the record shop in front of you. Universal Sounds is the name of the record shop, and the best thing is Crown & Anchor is just blocks away from this record store.
“Hey love,” Roger called, leaning over from the inside of the van. “Tell Tommy that he should come over by the pub tonight for the performance. I’ve never seen that bloke for a long time.”
“Yeah, sure Rog.” You smiled.
The blond drummer grinned at you, “Good luck out there love. Tommy is a great guy, I swear you’ll be getting that job in no time.” He said.
“Let’s see if the job is still vacant, I really hope so. Now go, you’ll be late for your Horticulture thingy.” You giggled.
“See you tonight. Can’t wait to see you on that stage Y/N, you’ll bloody kill it.” He playfully winked at you.
You’re trying to hide your blushing cheeks from him. So, you just slowly stepped away from his van as you waved goodbye to him as he drives away from the street. You sighed deeply, exhaling all the inhibitions from your body and finally stepped forward, entering the shop. You heard faint sounds of music playing, seeing that it’s from the studio where anyone can play and listen to any records that they like.
They’re playing Elvis.
This place is like a wonderland to you, seeing every kind of records that you can’t afford. Only the Hendrix records back at your home are only passed down to you from your older cousins before. You’ve visited record shops back in West Hampstead since you’re a little one and those shops are just small shops, but this record shop. It’s different.
It’s so large and wide where almost every records are here.
You stopped looking through every aisles in this shop as you approach the girl in the counter, who’s reading the magazine. You put up a toothy smile as you stood in front of her.
“Hi.” You spoke. She just looked up to you with those tired, tired eyes. “Is Tommy Muller here? I need to speak to him.”
“Tommy only gets to speak with people he knows, and I don’t think he knows you. Hm?.” She squint her eyes as she just gave you a straight smile, going back in reading the magazine.
She’s rude.
“Well, his friend Brian May said to me that Tommy needs a new employee here in this shop. And I am that person that wants to talk to him because I just want to ask if the job is still vacant.” Your voice raised until the end of the sentence. The girl just had her jaw agape at you as she puts the magazine down, going towards the door by the right side of this room.
An entrance to an office.
You’ve waited for a couple of minutes, tapping your nails on the counter while waiting. The song changed, replacing Elvis to The Supremes. Your head tilts up when the door finally opened, seeing a man–maybe around Freddie’s age, wearing that brown velvet jacket and flares. He’s too young to be a manager in this kind of business though.
“Hello, you must be Y/N Y/L/N.” He approaches you, reaching out his hand to you as you happily shake it.
“And you must be Tommy. Nice to meet you.” You smiled at him, not looking at the girl behind him whilst she is still eyeing you up and down.
It’s like she’s threatening you to step back from this attractive man before you.
“Brian called me earlier this day and told me all about you love,” He said, pulling his hand from you, “It’s been the second week that we are finding new employees here. You’re lucky one of them left just by last Saturday…”
Your face lit up, “So that means, the job is vacant?.” You excitedly asked.
Tommy chuckles, “It is. And probably we’ll need someone to get behind the cash register and put on some price tags here and there, maybe sort records in their genres–”
“–I’ll take it Tommy. I’ll do everything that you just said. Maybe I’ll start by Saturday, if you’ll like–because I have uh…some performance every Friday nights, so Saturdays shall do fine…” You stuttered, wanting to convince him.
“Is she serious?–” The girl complained but Tommy lifts up his hand to shut her up. She did shut up. Her pesky little mouth zipped close for good.
“Can you please stop complaining for once Charlotte. It’s our new employee we’re talking to right now.” Tommy smirks as he finally gave his hint. You gasp that you got in, without any exception. Without giving him your own fucking resume.
“D-do you need my resume? Maybe read my experiences? Or uh interview me or anything?.” You vigorously asked him.
“This is just a small local record shop love, not a company with a huge building and hundreds of employees. You start Saturday, take the daytime shifts. Charlotte, take the night shift from now on.” Tommy commands as you uncontrollably smile before him. Charlotte rolled her eyes as she groan in annoyance, but continues reading on her magazine while holding that cigarette between her fingers. Ashes falling down the laminated wood of the counter.
“Thank you so much Tommy. And actually, Roger invites you to come by in Crown & Anchor to watch us play. He misses you though.” You grinned.
“Hm, I miss that blondie also. I’ll see if I’ll come by tonight. Best of luck to you also for your performance. But remember, 8AM sharp by Saturday, you’ll be accompanied by another employee. I forgot her name already, but you’ll meet her tomorrow.” Tommy babbles his mouth as he adjusted his coat.
“8AM on the dot, I’ll be there.”
…
“I got the job!.” You exclaimed when you soon stepped in the flat, just to see Freddie sitting by himself in the living room watching the telly.
“You did?,” He beamed, standing from the sofa and immediately gave you the warmest hug. “Good for you darling! When are you going to start?.” He asked.
“Tomorrow at 8, and Tommy is such a nice guy. I can’t believe he’s so young to manage that place.” You said while getting your coat off and put it on the wooden chair by the window where Freddie would sit and write some songs by himself sometimes.
“I remember Tommy before when he first saw us perform for the very first time. He’s so close to Brian, more like brothers already. He’s also supportive back then, but when his father died and he became the heir of the record shop business, he stopped going to pubs and just think about the shop.” Freddie stated, finding his way back in his seat again. You also sat on the sofa and sadly smiled.
“That’s just great because he’s still making sure that the record shop is still alive, for his father, of course.” You replied, staring blankly at the telly with a random tv show playing.
You and Freddie slowly sighed deeply as you both fell into an awkward silence, never having an idea to bring up another topic. Only the ticking of the clock was being heard between you two.
“So? Where’s Vicky? I thought the dresses will be done by now so that she’ll come with us tonight?.” You asked him.
You heard him sigh. Deeply.
“She’s working to the bone. I tried calling her at work but she’s not answering. Maybe too busy.” Freddie replied. You sighed too as your hand dropped on his shoulder, patting him for the comfort.
It’s just so sad to see Freddie feeling sad about the person he loves be so busy that their time together is already limited. And that thought just made you remember of Jonathan, where you still haven’t talked to him in days. From those countless days that you’ve been spending with him before have turned into nothingnow.
“Hey, don’t be sad now Freddie. I’m pretty sure she’ll come by in the pub tonight. I really want to see her too since it’s my first performance.” You chuckled. Then you see him smile now.
He looks at you with that same warm smiled on his face, “I’m lucky to have you as a friend darling.” He replied.
You heart softens as you clutched your hand on your chest like you’ve felt the wave inside of your ribcage.
“And you too Fred.”
…
Roger, John, Brian and Rosalie came by in Freddie’s place in hours before the performance tonight. They talked about their setlist and also your own setlist. You’re all here in the living room, Brian and Rosalie are sitting far away from each other as you realized they have not interacted that much today, maybe had another fight again. John was playing Freddie’s acoustic guitar while sitting on the floor just beside the sofa. You and Roger are both on the sofa with your legs rested on his lap while he paid attention to what Brian was saying. You’re writing down and editing your setlist. Putting on songs from Elton John by now, the same from The Beatles and obviously from Hendrix. You’re still thinking about putting on your own songs. Maybe the crowd won’t like your songs and have second thoughts about you. Maybe they’ll just judge you.
Your worst nightmare.
“I can’t believe this is the first band discussion as Queen.” Freddie entered the room with the lemonade he’s been making for minutes from the time the boys went in.
“So, we still keep the same setlist?.” Brian asked as he tapped the pencil on his lap. You also caught him glance at your sister who’s being silent.
You’re suspicious.
But you just kept your mouth shut, minding your own business.
“What about this?.” You spoke, leaning over to Roger as you gave him your journal with your songs. He looked at it and watch him write on the paper. You look over to see he put Hendrix as your opening song, the same song you’ve sang back at your father’s pub where the boys heard and saw you perform before.
“Always start off with a song that everybody is in love with. I know Tiny Dancer is one of those, but the tune is too soft to be the opening song.” Roger said and you agreed. Ever since you heard Tiny Dancer on the radio, you automatically fell in love with that song. It’s just two weeks since it’s release but you already memorized the lyrics.
“And also put your own songs. It’ll be a waste if you don’t.” He suggested.
Of course you shake your head.
“No. That will never happen.” You laughed, snatching your journal from his hand and again lean back on the armrest of the sofa, your legs resting on his lap again.
“How can you be the perfect performer if you don’t have the confidence to share your own songs?.” Roger defended his side. Your eyebrows raised.
“I’m not the perfect performer Rog, and I’m scared about the audience. What if they won’t like my song? That’ll be an embarrassment.” You replied.
“No it won’t.” Roger again interfere.
“Yes it will.”
“No it won’t.”
“Yes it will–”
You and Roger soon stopped arguing like little children when the others are looking at the both of you. Silence was created among them as your cheeks turn into a red shape as you see Freddie smirking like crazy between the two of you.
“Aren’t you two adorable? Arguing like a real couple.” Freddie teased as your blush became worse.
“Shut up Fred.” You broke off a laugh as you push him away. John and Brian was also laughing at your blushing face. Only Rosalie was silent, but had a smile on her face as she watches you and Roger blushing.
…
Only two hours left before the performance will happen. You all are already in Crown & Anchor, waiting for your turn. Queen will perform first before you, so after their performance they can guide you while you’re on stage in front of strangers with their eyes only on you as they listen to you sing your songs. The others are standing by the stage as they watch the performers finish their gigs too while you’re outside, here in the payphones with your guitar in your left hand as you’re holding the phone with your right.
You’re speaking with your father again, luckily Jonathan was there with him back home.
“I’m hearing loud noises in your background dear. Are you already preparing on stage?.” Your father asked, the excitement in his voice was present.
“No, their phones are actually outside the place but it’s just so amazing that you can still hear the band playing inside.” You chuckled. “And in just two damn hours, I’ll be standing on that stage already as I sing the songs in front of them.”
You fell into deep silence and deeply sighed.
“I don’t know if people will like it or not.” You added. Your back soon lean back on the wall, the cord of the phone is already dangling from it’s case.
“They will love it Y/N, just like how the people did here. Remember when you’re just a 17-year-old girl who wants to perform on stage?.” Jonathan spoke, already missing his voice. You can’t stop smiling as you let out a dry chuckle.
“Yeah, I remember…” You replied. Your eyes soon became glassy as the small tears rolled down your cheeks. You can’t explain what emotions have you been exerting right now if it is happiness or sadness.
Maybe it’s just in between.
“Now you’re there, in a place where mostly people doesn’t know you. You will perform well, like you did back home. If you ever feel the doubt about yourself, just think of the stage there as your small stage in the train station before, only with a bigger crowd.” Jonathan stated, trying to comfort you. It’s really true that he’s the only one that can comfort you with only his words. And you’re lucky to be his best friend and someone that is important in his life.
“God, I miss you so much Jonathan.” You snifled, wiping away your tears as you start laughing to let out the sadness out of you.
“I miss you too Y/N, when will you come home?.” He asked. Again.
You took an intake of breath, “Soon Jonathan. I’ll come home.” You replied.
The back door soon opened to reveal Roger looking out then see you here in the payphones, “Y/N, you need to come inside now and check the stage.” He said.
“Okay, hold on one sec–Hey Jonathan, I need to go, take care back there and always look after mum and dad. Love you and miss you so much.” You replied fast.
“Take care also Y/N, love you–”
The payphone already cuts off the phonecall.
And you didn’t wait for Jonathan to reply earlier. You just left.
…
You’re already behind the stage, hands tightly gripping your guitar. The boys are there for you, motivating you so that you can’t overthink about the negative side of your upcoming performance in an hour. They will be the first to perform before you, so that’s why Deacy is already holding his bass, Brian on his red special, and Freddie with his own mic.
Roger is missing in action.
“Just remember darling, just enjoy the performance later just like you did in the your stage back in your hometown. You’ll be bloody amazing.” Freddie said while gripping your shoulder. You smiled at him and appreciated his comfort.
“Thank you Freddie, now go and wow the crowd.” You chuckled as you playfull pushed him away from you. Your heart warms up when you see his teeth–his additional incisors, in view in front of you. He put on his fashionable leather gloves on as he took his mic again, inhaling and exhaling all his inhibitions on stage.
You turn around, only to meet Roger holding his drumsticks and see that he had changed to his stage clothes. Which made your eyes widen up and your heart skipped a beat.
He’s standing there, wearing that floral top, all buttons undone where you can see his chest, slightly glistening with sweat since it’s a bit hot in this pub. Those tight leather pants aren’t helping either, you can’t stop looking down south.
Until you snapped out of yourself when you the band that is performing earlier went back here as their voices boomed in, congratulating themselves in their successful gig. The boys are already up next. And then you’ll be up next.
“Ready boys?.” Freddie spoke as they nod their heads. You watch them enter the stage one by one.
But Roger left for a second, feeling his hand drop on your lower back. Chills ran down your spine.
“Wish me good luck.” Roger said as you nod your head in response, tongue tied because of his breathtaking aura. He soon entered the stage as his appearance swoon the ladies in the crowd. Hearing them squeal in happiness to see the Roger Taylor again in the stage of Crown & Anchor.
“It’s good to be back here again in Crown & Anchor. For those who didn’t know, this is the place where we had our first gig as a band and a few of you knew us as Smile, right?,” Brian spoke in his mic as he heard several people agreed to him, smiles plastered on different faces. “And now, we are here tonight to introduce ourselves as Queen. Our new name.”
“That’s right.” Freddie proudly interfere.
“Let’s do this,” Brian said to the boys as they played their first song. Watching them with awe like the very first time that you have seen them on stage. Still have that glitter and that strong stage presence.
You enjoyed their music while hanging out backstage throughout their performance. And you didn’t felt nervous ever again when you’re hearing the people enjoying the songs. You just remember their words to you before you will go on stage. Just like Freddie said, imagine that you are on stage of your father’s pub in front of the people you knew while performing.
You know you could do it.
In the middle of their performance, you peek out again to watch them perform and suddenly see a familiar face watching from a distance. You heard his howls as he bangs his head and dances with the heavy tune of the beat.
It’s Tommy, together with a friend who wrapped his arms around him in pure excitement when Queen ended another song–and they have a bunch of good-looking girls around them.
He’s having a time of his life.
Several minutes later, they finished their gig and heard the people applauded them and finally see them got backstage again, looking haggard and worn out by playing. You stood up from the amplifier that you’re sitting on as you took your guitar again.
“We’ll be down there to watch you darling, see you in a bit.” Freddie said as him and Deacy left backstage, with also Deacy wishing his luck to you.
Roger and Brian left behind.
You can’t explain how awkward you’re feeling right now.
“Good luck out there Y/N, give the people what they want.” Brian smiles at you, then suddenly felt his hands took a hold of your shoulder.
“Thank you Brian.” You said, almost like a whisper as you watch him left the room too. Following Freddie and Deacy.
Then again you faced the blond drummer, “Wish me luck also?.” You playfully smirked at him as he chuckles.
He approaches you, never stopping him in putting his hands on either side of your hips. He held you there like your body belongs to him. “Good luck love.” He said and he winked at you before following behind the others.
Now you’re all alone and you think you’re all set. You took a deep breath before stepping on stage, finally facing these unknown faces in your whole life. You stood in front of the mic, lightly tapping it to test if there’s sound, but the loud hissing sound from the speakers annoyed the audience as you mumbled sorry.
Some people are already leaving the pub, some aren’t paying attention.
And yet you still sang, because it’s your beginning and you need to start it with a positive vibe from the audience.
“Oh, remember the mocking bird, my baby bought.He used to sing for his supper, baby…” You softly sang the first verse, hands also softly strumming the guitar.
Your rendition tonight was slower than you did before and more emotions have been exerted. You look around the crowd–the crowd that became lesser than earlier. You can also see some people grew interest to you as they stayed behind while drinking on their usual drinks.
Then the other verses came, your energy revved up as you played the guitar with the original groovy beat of the song. Hips swaying around as you watch the people now smiling up at you on this stage. You saw the boys watching you in the audience with proud hearts. You have seen Roger who have his eyes only locked at you, watching you once again do your passion–back in the old pub, back in your small place in the train station.
You finished the song with the people clapping their hands to you. You took a deep breath before gripping the mic, pulling it close to your mouth again.
“I hope you all are having fun tonight, so here’s a song that’s been my favorite at the moment…” You spoke as you strummed your guitar again. You have practiced the chords of this song as you feel the deep stares of the audience as you skillfully played the guitar.
“Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band. Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a music man…” You sang with your soft voice again and suddenly heard them sang along with you on this soft melodic song.
You got in the chorus part, seeing the people sway around with the melody. The people who just came in joins into the crowd. You look over to the boys–who are gazing at you while you’re slowly shining up on-stage. You also saw Robert joins in with them as he fix his eyes on you, then a smile soon came up his lips.
You finished your song. Never expecting some people will clap for you.
You ended your performance, but didn’t even sang your own songs.
…
“Oh darling you did so good up there!.” Freddie soon embraces you when you join in with them in the crowd. The others also praising you as you thank them over and over. First performance of your life here has been a great start.
“Y/N…I–you did so good, you’re perfect but,” Roger spoke as he held your hand, pulling you with him to get a short distance from the boys. “Why didn’t you sang your songs? You even put it on your set.” He frowned.
“I’m too scared to sing it…” You sighed.
“That’s not an excused. If you’re scared to sing it in front of these strangers, then why did you sang your song to me comfortably before?.” He asked.
Your lips closed in a thin line as you stare at the ground, then back up looking in his eyes again. “Because you’re not a stranger to me Roger. I know you, that’s why I’m comfortable singing my own songs to you.”
You saw Roger’s eyes softens as a smile breaks off his lips, he sighs and slides his hands in yours again. “You really are something Y/N.” He whispers.
“Yeah?.” You smiled.
He nods. Still have that smile on his face.
That tension between you and him thickens as you watch him slowly leans over to you, his hands that are holding your hand earlier went to your waist. You’re feeling his warm breathing, inching closer and closer.
Until, “Y/N! There you are!.” Someone interrupts the moment that causes you and Roger to jump away from each other.
It’s Robert who’s approaching. You look over to Roger who is visibly blushing before you, making a giggle escape your lips.
“Y/N, thank you for that wonderful set earlier. You’re a hidden gem yeah?.” Robert gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek as you blushed in his words.
“Oh shut up Robert. I’m just a medium talent. Nothing biggie.” You wave off your hand to him.
“Enough with that humble-jumble. You are insanely breathtaking on that stage. Keep it up. See you all next Friday again.” Robert eyed you and the boys before leaving you all here to talk with everyone else he knows in this room.
Before you can even talk to Roger again and wanted to finish off what you’re both starting earlier, someone from behind suddenly picked you up off the ground as you squealed in shock. Your heart almost dropped when you heard that familiar laugh.
“Tommy, this isn’t funny! You almost gave me a heart attack!.” You squeak and he finally lets you go. You faced the man that happens to be your boss in your job and he have his friend beside him that’s been with him earlier while you and Queen are performing.
“But you didn’t and I’m proud of you love! even though we just met earlier this morning.” Tommy said and gave you a huge kiss on the cheek. “And oh! How rude of me, this is William–or Will, one of my closest friend.” He motioned on his friend beside him.
“Nice to meet all of you. You all had an amazing performance.” He compliments as you all thanked him.
“Thank you.” You all thanked him. Then Freddie soon offered Tommy and William a drink as they toast. You chose not to be intoxicated tonight since you’re having your first job tomorrow morning. You don’t want to suffer in that hangover.
But Tommy is drinking. You said in your mind.
“Hi everyone!.” That familiar voice came in and see Victoria, who had her arms open. Freddie darted his look to her as he rejoiced, hugging her first then gave her a sweet and passionate kiss.
Your heart always warms up to the both of them.
“Vicky! I’m so glad you came! But you missed our performances though.” You approach her as she pulls you in a warm hug.
“There will be another Friday night though, but still, I’m sorry I’m so late.” She sighs.
“It’s fine Vicky. We’re still glad you’re here, even though you’re late.” You grinned and again pull her in an embrace.
After celebrating for a bit in the pub, Vicky soon called you all in for another celebratory round in a nightclub down the street. Tommy and William with their girl-friends tag along too. The loud pumping beat of groovy songs envelopes the whole room filled with people in any age. Freddie and Victoria excitedly entered this nightclub and find some table for us. John came with Tommy and William as they chat away. Brian and Rosalie looked alright tonight, they have their hands tied as your sister pulled his boyfriend to Freddie and Victoria who found a round table by the corner of the room.
And you’re all alone with the drummer again.
“So you’re still thinking about not drinking tonight?.” Roger asked. You face him and see his smirk on his face.
“I don’t know Rog, maybe or maybe not.” You chuckled. You both went to the table where they are and finally see the drinks have settled in. Each one of you have it’s drink.
Roger turns his look at you, motioning you to take the drink.
And then you take the drink, smiling at them before you, “To our careers.” You said.
“Cheers!.”
…
You stopped at your third drink, even Roger stopped too. Just Freddie, Vicky and Tommy are wasted in the dancefloor. John, Brian, Rosalie, William and the girls are nowhere to be found in the nightclub. Maybe they have gone home, or just lost in the thick crowd. You’re leaning against the bar counter, watching the people dance. Roger went to the loo.
The song changes up to Beatles. The crowd howls in happiness.
Glass Onion
Just in time Roger came back from the loo, your body itches to dance with the people in front of you. That’s why you hold out your hand to him, a smile on your lips.
“Dance with me Rog.” You said.
He shakes his head.
“I’m sorry love, but I don’t dance.” He apologizes. You frowned.
“Everybody can dance.” You replied with your eyebrows furrowed at him.
“I don’t want to embarrass myself in the dancefloor. Glass Onion is my favorite song actually but I really don’t dance.” He gave reasons. Now your hand lowered down, setting them on your hips.
“Suit yourself. You’ll regret it someday.” You teased him as he lightly chuckled.
You made your way in the dancefloor to Tommy who’s enjoying his life while dancing with plenty of ladies around him. Such a ladies man.
“Tommy,” You called him out as he whips his head to you, a drunken smile appeared on his lips. “Do you want to dance with me?.”
He excused himself from the ladies as he took your hand without any word at all. He just spins you around and groove with the music. You laughed at his tipsy self when he’s spinning you around because he’s actually wobbling on his feet. Freddie and Vicky are living their own life. Happily in love.
“I think you need to sit down Tommy. Come on, off we go.” You pat his shoulder as you help him lean over to you. You grip his waist as you led him to the bar where Roger is.
“What happened to him?.” Roger asked.
“Too much alcohol. Obviously. And he have a record shop to run.” You said. Setting Tommy down as you ordered water, then giving it to him.
Roger stared at you for a while. Watching you take care of Tommy, and how you are so concerned. He admires these little things to you. Your love of the people you care about it one of your best traits. And Roger saw that in you this instant.
“Y/N…” He mumbles. Under his breath.
And still you heard his mumble.
“Yeah?.” You face him.
“Can I speak to you for a second? Alone? Tommy can take care of himself now.” He said.
You looked at Tommy who already is sleeping on the counter. His hand still gripping the glass of water. You return your look on the blond drummer.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll hear it.”
__________________________ IT’S BEEN 3 MONTHS SINCE I EVER WROTE SOMETHING AND OH MY GOD IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME THOUGH.
But I can’t promise you I will be updating the next chapter that fast because I’m still busy at most times at school and everything. But hey! I finally finished chapter 10 in 3 fucking months.
