I twiddled my thumbs as I stood in a long line at a concert venue, trying to get tickets to see Queen. A figure was darting around lines, blonde hair flying in the air, hitting anything within its reach. The blonde ran into me, pushing me to the ground. I glanced up and saw the stranger's baby blue eyes, staring back at me, apologetically, whispering something that somewhat resembled an I'm sorry. He handed me a pass to meet the band and scurried off. I managed to get floor seats, not great ones but I could see what was going on. I forked over the money and found my seat.
   An obviously envious girl eyed my pass and sneered , "How'd you manage that honey?"
"Coincidentally." I replied , wanting them to come out on stage and shut her up.
   Freddie pranced toward the piano and began to play Bohemian Rhapsody on the grand piano placed off to the side of the stage. I couldn't believe Queen was really here, in (your area of living). I had all of their albums on vinyl, and some on cassette, for driving or exercising, as records aren't very practical on the go.
   As the final section of "God Save the Queen" faded into the atmosphere, I maneuvered through the crowd and presented my backstage pass to the security, and without any trouble, I found myself by the door to their dressing room.
   An extremely exhausted Freddie swung the door open, and quietly welcomed me in. "So you're the bird Roger nearly decapitated?"
   I laughed and replied, " Nearly. I quite like my head on my neck. " Brian was carefully cleaning his Red Special, and John had tossed his bass case onto the floor, by the door. Roger emerged from a small, closer esque room, in a tee shirt and jeans. His eyes met mine, looking to be apologetic.
   "I'm terribly sorry for running into you earlier," he squeaked, rubbing the back of his neck, " Is there anything else we can do to make it up to you? "
   I had my newest Queen shirt on and had been looking for one more thing to hang on my wall ( framed of course!!!), so I started,         "Yes, actually. I was wondering if the four of you could autograph my shirt," I answered . The boys nodded and John pulled a sharpie out of his pocket, and proceeded to sign his name on his respective lion. Roger did the same. Freddie signed the leftmost fairy, and Brian just signed the phoenix, as the crab was fairly small.
   Feeling very satisfied with myself, I began to exit the dressing room. I nearly got out the door, but Roger ran after me.
  "Now you've done it twice. In one day!" I exclaimed. He blushed and muttered  an apology.
   "Don't mumble, loverboy, she can't understand gibberish!" Brian shouted. He became more red than before and handed me a piece of paper. The paper said, " Call sometime (###) ###-####".
    I handed him my own phone number and address (fictional you doesn't have to worry about kidnapping) and said, "Why don't you all just come and have some dinner later". Roger nodded almost violently, and began to hail a cab.
   At your house...

   We all climbed out of the cab, John tipping the cabbie generously. I put on a kettle and pot of water to boil.
  "I'm going to change my shirt so I don't ruin it, I'll be down in a few minutes!" I shouted, running upstairs . I dug through my drawer and found a black tank top and threw it on, laying my signed shirt and Roger's note on the dresser, to be framed later.
   I grabbed a box of raw spaghetti, some pasta sauce and a bag of frozen peas. I poured the sauce into a pan and let it warm up while I dumped the noodles into the boiling water. The kettle whistled, and I got teabags, sugar, milk, silverware, and mugs.
   "Tea!" Was all that needed to be said before all four boys were in the middle of my kitchen, looking at me pleadingly. I moved aside and microwaved the peas while they made a mess of my counter.
   I'm not going to write about eating so to the future!

   The boys had laughed, jokes and opened up Scrabble in my living room, and it was already close to eleven pm, and I love their music, but I don't love them in my house late at night, when I have places to be tomorrow.
   I sat by Roger and explained," It's getting late, you all had best head back to the hotel" . He agreed and they all helped tidy up before filing out the door.
   Roger was last out, and before he left, he cupped my face and kissed me. We stood kissing in my doorway for a few heavenly minutes. "I'll call as soon as I'm home" he promised and climbed down the porch stairs. Queen rode off into the night, for me to hopefully see again.

   Roger's pov

   I miss her. I want to tell this can driver to turn the car around, to let me see her again. Then I felt the slip of paper containing her number. An idea popped into my head. We retreated to our rooms, and I dialed a few digits and called.
   "Hello?" You questioned. " Who  is this? "
   "It's Roger, dear. Would you like to accompany me back to England?" She squealed and inquired every detail. I explained that she needed to be packed to stay a few weeks. She wished me a goodnight and I hung up.
   I'll try to persuade her to stay when she's on her trip to visit.

A\N I haven't written in forever and have recently found a few users whom adore Roger, so this monstrosity was birthed from my mind. Happy Wattpadding, until we meet again!