You sighed, propping your elbows up on the sound booth, wanting to smash your head into the controls.

While Queen was in town, you were assigned to be their producer for a while, and it was driving you insane. In your entire career, you had never met a band like them. They were very dramatic--which, you figured they would be, but not like this--and they argued all of the time. And when they weren't arguing, they were either being geniuses or goofing off. It was like you were sitting around with a bunch of maniacs.

You persevered nonetheless and pressed your hand on the button to the mic, so they could hear you through your headphones.

"Okay, let's do that again... Shall we?" You mumbled, letting go of the button. You moved your arms off of the sound booth and crossed your arms. You were not impressed with the progress they made today, and your patience was wearing thin.

You looked through the glass to see any signs of acknowledgment, and they all gave you a thumbs up. You pressed play on John's bass part and Freddie's piano so Roger and Brian could follow along, all the while John and Freddie sat patiently, waiting for them to finish.

Slowly, Roger started with his drums keeping a steady beat, who is extremely concentrated.

Over the course of the time you spent with the boys, you had gotten really close to them. As much as you disliked working with them, you enjoyed being their friend outside of work and hanging out with them. But one of the band members, you weren't sure you liked or hated: Roger Taylor. Whenever he was around you he tried avoiding you, or if you started a friendly conversation, it would immediately flip and turn into a heated argument. You always wondered why he hated you, or at least, that's what it looked like. Whenever you caught him looking at you, or would return the eye contact he would either look away quickly or give you a nasty glare. It was odd. But then again, you couldn't make everyone like you.

You smiled, nodding your head to the beat as it continued, glad that everything was going well. That was until Brian missed his cue and came in late.

"Brian!" Yelled Roger, coming to an immediate halt.

Brian sighed, letting his head hang in guilt, as he realized he knew he screwed up. "Yeah, I know, sorry."

You groaned and pushed the button again. "Brian, this is the fifth time this has happened today. Are you alright?"

"Um... Yeah, I'm fine," he replied tiredly. You could see dark circles under his eyes.

You frowned, knowing that he was in fact, not okay. "Okay guys, we clearly aren't getting anywhere today, and besides, it's almost six, how about we just leave early, alright?" You said into the mic, looking at all four of them.

Freddie heaved a big sigh, nodding. "Yes, I agree. I need a drink."

"Guys!" Groaned Roger, looking at all of them in disbelief as they packed up, while he just sat there. "What about getting it done this weekend, or-"

You sighed, grabbing your purse and exiting the sound booth. "Roger, I hate to break it to you, but nobody wants to do this right now, I'm sorry. Look at everyone," you gestured around the room. "They're all tired. Let's just call it a day, alright?"

Suddenly Roger looked at you with spite, as if he was taken back. "Excuse me?!"

You groaned, turning away from him, knowing he was going to turn this into an argument.

"Hey!" He snapped, grabbing your attention again, as well as the others in the room. "Don't interrupt me!"

You nodded. "Yes sir, now can I leave now?"

Freddie chuckled at your sarcasm as he grabbed his jacket.

You chuckled too, now making Roger angrier. "Oh, so you think this is funny?"

John laughed. "Actually, it is. It's like... Two ogres fighting when the both of you argue. It's great." He zipped up his bass in his case.

"You know what I think?" Freddie said, twirling a strand of his long hair.

Roger rolled his eyes. "No, please tell us."

Freddie laughed. "I think you do know, Roger. I think you've got the hots for (Y/N)."

You rolled your eyes, laughing at that ridiculous idea. There was no way thought was possible. Sure, you've always thought Roger was hot and cute, but you've never actually liked him, have you? Maybe? "If he did, he wouldn't act like this towards me," You groaned, snatching your work folder off of a counter, and made your way to the parking lot.

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Roger's POV

Shit, I thought, my face turning red.

"See, look, I knew it!" Freddie announced, as soon as (Y/N) left the room.

I groaned, placing my face in my hands. "What am I going to do?" I mumbled into my hands, not really wanting to face the rest of my band members.

"Well, I know what she's going to do," Started Brian.

"She's going to hate me?" I looked up at him, as he threw his jacket on.

"Well, she might, but she's going to go home and probably cuddle up with her boyfriend."

My eyes widened, panicking. She has a boyfriend?! "What?! She's in a relationship?!"

Freddie laughed, smacking Brian in the back, making him chuckle. "Darling, no. She doesn't, Bri was just being an asshole. But seriously, what she's really going to do is drive off and leave, and won't see you until Monday. Roger, go out there and apologize."

I bit my lip while shaking my leg, contemplating it. She would think I'm crazy if I went out there and flat out told her I liked her. I mean, the only reason I've been avoiding her is because I got flustered and nervous around her. Not going to lie, she and I used to be good friends until I started liking her. I just thought to avoid her and turning civilized conversations into arguments was the way to go so I wouldn't get all awkward. I know, it's strange.

"Roger!" Brian clapped his hands in front of my face, snapping me out of his thoughts. "Go."

Who am I kidding? What do I have to lose? Except, maybe my chances with her, but whatever.

I slammed my sticks down on top of my drum and snatched my coat off of the coat rack, making my way outside. I ran down the hallway and out to the lobby, making my way outside. I frantically looked around for her car, until finally, my eyes landed on it as I heard the engine turn.

I ran towards it, and I suppose she stopped turning her car on as she saw me coming.

"(Y/N)!" I called out, continuing to run.

I finally arrived next to her car, and I could see her angry expression. She clearly wasn't happy with me. Yet she rolled down her window anyway.

"What, Taylor?" She snapped.

I wanted to retaliate, but I knew I had to stop this act. "Could you um... Step out of your car for a sec? I need to talk to you."

"But you are talking to me."

"I mean... Okay fine. Look, I'm sorry," I paused, waiting for a reaction, but she kept her face blank, not saying a word.

"I'm sorry for screwing up our friendship and being an ass. I just... I didn't know how to react when I found out I uh..."

Her expression began to soften, which made me relax and talk to her easier. But as I was about to continue, she opened the car door, stepping out of her vehicle, then leaned against it. "Sorry, continue."

"When I found out... When I found out I liked you." God, I sound so cheesy. "I hope you can forgive me."

She sighed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. "I don't know..."

"Please!" I interrupted her accidentally. At this point, I looked desperate, but I didn't care. I wanted her to know that I liked her, and was willing to do anything to show her that I do care about her, and willing to change again. "I um... Let me make it up to you. We can go out to dinner and chat and catch up. I promise to not turn anything into an argument."

She smiled, uncrossing her arms. There's that smile I love, I thought, becoming more relaxed. "Alright, Rog. I'll give you a chance. How about tomorrow around five?"

I snapped my finger, pointing. "Yes! Yes, that sounds great. How about, my place? I'll make dinner!" I blurted out excitedly, but as soon as I said that, I realized that was a mistake, as I knew I couldn't cook.

Her eyes widened. "Wow, really? You cook?"

I slowly shoved my hands in my pockets, swaying back and forth. "Uh... Yeah... Yeah, I can cook."

She bit her lip, playfully punching me in the arm, which made me nervously chuckle. "Alright Taylor, I'll see you tomorrow, ready for your finest cuisine, " she joked, opening her car door.

I laughed. "Yeah, okay. I'll uh... See you later, then."

She smiled at me, making me want to melt right on to the pavement. "Goodbye, Roger."

"Bye (Y/N)." I waved off to her as she got in and turned her car on, then drove off.

As she pulls out of the parking lot, I hear yelling and clapping. I spin around and see my band mates behind me, ecstatic looks on their faces.

"Wait, did you all hear that?"

They nodded eagerly.

I couldn't help but smile sheepishly while running a hand through my hair. "Well... I guess I'm going to learn how to cook in twenty-four hours."

Instantly they all laughed, running up to me and engulfed me in the biggest hug. I couldn't ask for better people to be around.
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