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"It all worked out fine, Bri. You weren't too harsh. In fact, you were harsh enough to get me in the right state of mind!" Roger spoke into the telephone, disregarding all of Brian's pointless apologies.

"Sure that wasn't the thing you needed after being hammered," Said Brian, "Anyways, Freddie wants to meet up in the studio at about two in the p.m."

"Sounds Good! Cya." Roger quickly hung up trying to avoid any awkward tension. Christ..

Roger threw the telephone gently to the other side of his bed as he layed in one spot. He did the easy math in his head that he had three more hours before he would go to the studio. The band was going to continue the work on their new album, as they planned.

Roger stayed for a little bit, resting his eyes, thinking about a few new flirting techniques. One day he'll find the love of his life, he just doesn't want to be too open to the other's on how much he wants somebody for REAL and not just to have sex with him, which is what happens most of the time. How embarrassing; though he knew Freddie felt bad about the whole thing he knew he would still make fun of him. It's Freddie.

Roger sighed and let his feet fall off the bed and he got up and tiredly walked to the bathroom after getting a hold of a white casual t-shirt and black skinny jeans, along with underwear of course.

He closed the door and turned on the shower- making it more on the colder side because of his body being so warm for some unknown reason he wish he knew.

He pulled off his shirt and quickly noticed something peculiar on his chest. Roger's eyebrows narrow and he looked closer into the mirror, his pupils dilating on the red marks lined up in random places along only his chest.

"Bloody hell?!" Roger whispered and layed a hand on a few of them and gently rubbed. It didn't hurt or anything, but what were they? Roger hasn't took his shirt off since before the night he got embarrassed and went to a bar with Bri. Being himself, Roger couldn't find any normal explanation or clue so he shrugged it off and pulled off his  trousers and boxers and jumped into the shower, thinking nothing of it.

------------------- Roger's P.O.V-------------------

I strode through the door of the studio like I owned the building to see only John practicing a few notes on his bass and Brian writing things in his notebook.

"Hey, guys."  I greet with a huge smile, especially happy to finally see John after the night. I've missed him.

John and Brian looked up and greeted me back. I smiled and Brian and looked at Dealt to see his face back down to look at himself playing his bass, but he didn't seem like he was acting the same way as usual. He would usually make conversation when I walked through the door, and he didn't seem upbeat when he greeted me. It was almost like a mumble. He seemed upset about something.

"Are you ok, Deaks?" I question, walking up to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. He moved away in response. "Like I told Brian, I'm fine." He says. I didn't believe him one bit. "What about you? Why are you wearing something as subtle as that? It's not like you." He says, changing the subject to something completely unsensable.

I scoff as if he were trying to somehow offend me, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"He's not wrong," Brian mentions, "You are wearing a t-shirt. Not even sunglasses or a leather jacket?"

"Brian, you should know I always have my sunglasses with me." I pointed to the sunglasses hanging out of my left pocket. Brian shrugged.

I still didn't understand what they were talking about. What's wrong with wearing normal clothes. I don't think there's anything wrong with me I think.

Before I asked anymore questions, the queen himself bursted through the door with a wide grin that reached ear to ear. "Ladies! I have spectacular news!"

We all jumped at Freddie's sudden yell but our suprised faces turned to intrigued ones.

We all stopped what we were doing and walked up to Freddie and all three of us stood in a straight line in front of him, me being in the middle of both men.

"SO-" Freddie claps and takes a deep breath in.

"Go onnn--" Brian says.

Freddie clears his throat, "An author wants to make a biography of all of our lives!"

We all smile and it perked us up from our attitude before. A biography? That seems pretty interesting to say the least. We all start asking many questions at once like,

"Who's writing it?"

Or..

"How are they gonna write about us?"

And even..

"Is it a selection of all of our lives?"

"Listen, Lovies!" Freddie yelled, but only loud enough to shut us up. I was interested and wanted to know more. This would bring so much more attention to our band!
I grin at the thought to myself and I move a bit forward.

"The Author's name is Luke Furguson and he's coming really soon to interview us." Freddie explain. We all look at each other with smiles. "Sweet! What kind of questions will he ask?"

"No idea!" Freddie laughs. I roll my eyes playfully.

And then, there was a knock at the door.

Freddie's eyes light up, "That must be him!"

Brian sets a hand on Freddie's shoulder not to say anything but a look of 'please calm down'. Freddie's smiles and pats Brian's back and ran off to the door. What was that about?

Freddie opened it to reveal a tall and kind looking young man with brown hair and brown eyes, and very pretty dimples. I was quickly attracted to how cute he was? Certainly I'm probably just jealous that I don't look nearly as attractive. Why am I acting like this?

Damn I wish I looked liked a whole darn meal.

That's Luke. I couldn't help but smile and squint my eyes a bit, blocking out all sounds but just seeing Freddie shaking Luke's hand, so heard no introduction.

Oh God, he's walking up to me what do I do?!

"Rog!!" I heard Brian's voice yell as he snaps a few times in my face. My eyes widen open to see Luke in front of me along with Brian beside me. He didn't want to scream at me for being ignorant while a guest was around, so he resisted. "S-sorry, I was daydreaming."

Luke laughs with the cutest laugh ever, moving his shoulders up and down. "It's fine! I would totally imagine the one and only Roger Taylor, one of the leos of the group to act like that! I'm Luke Furguson. Glad to finally meet you!"

Wait what the hell does that all mean?

"You know my name?" I ask, now knowing what a stupid question that was. Of course he knows my fucking name if he's writing a fucking biography of a band that you're the bitch drummer of.

John laughs, "Yeah, Rog. He does. He does."

Everyone laughed at Deaky's obvious joke, even me. I look at Brain who looks a but annoyed. How rude! just because I'm stupid doesn't mean Brian doesn't know that already. Which is why I'm assuming he's annoyed. Why else?

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Luke started doing quick interviews with each member. After finishing up with Brian, it was time for the last person, me.