CHAPTER 7
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NO, ELTON JOHN ISN'T GOING TO BE THERE

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LIZ EXAMINED THE floral dress she pressed against her body, holding the fabric in her hands as she swayed herself back and forth time to time. She tried imitating a classy smile, flirtatiously looking in the mirror as she batted her eyes. It wasn't until she realized how idiotic she really looked, shaking her head to herself as she threw the dress onto her bed. The piles of clothes that stocked up onto each other on the bed didn't seem to falter the girl that much.

It was just a party, Liz tried telling herself. But, it wasn't just a party. This party was going to be filled with musical artists, people that related to each other, and people with high talents and big money. Yes, maybe it wasn't as classy as Elle told her it was going to be, but these were artist high up the charts, at least. However, how high could they be? Elton John at least wasn't going to be there.

However, these people had money. And they must put some effort into how they look. Liz felt intimidated that she wouldn't look anywhere close to their lavish lifestyle.

"Knock, knock," Elle claimed from swinging the door open, a few bags in her hands as she quickly shut the dorm rooms door.

"I could've been changing," Liz joked, grabbing another one of her blouses as she looked at her reflection, trying to find something out of the outfit.

"I knew you'd be stuck anyway," Elle commented back, placing down her bags as she looked around the room. Her side was completely empty, left stranded once she decided that college wasn't her thing. Liz even brought it to herself that decorating Elle's part of the room wasn't worth it. She was a very simplistic girl, and she liked keeping it that way. It left a little emptiness inside of Elle, realizing how much she actually missed rooming with her beat friend, though. "Looks a little blank to me," Elle tried joking, bringing light to her thoughts.

"And I like it just the way it is," Liz phrased, turning around as her arms wrapped calmly on her chest. "What's in the bags?" Liz questioned, motioning her head over towards the paper bags on the floor.

"What you're wearing tonight." Elle crouched down to the floor, rummaging through it as her hair slightly fell down her face. "You know me, Liz, everything is extravagant for me." She pulled out a blue jumpsuit, no design on it but still brightly colored and eye-catching. Liz could really make out the shape of it, but only looked at Elle with a confused yet intrigued emotion.

"Is it mine?"

"Who else do you think would look good in it?" Elle handed it over to Liz, the girl taking it gently from her. The material was definitely soft, a polyester and stretchy fabric.

"Where did you get it?" Liz questioned.

"A shop up in Manchester. When I tell you, everyone seemed absolutely snobbish in that store. Everyone was lovely. But entering that store was like stepping into another world," Elle chuckled, snorting a bit.

"You really didn't have to," Liz stated, her brows slightly furrowing as she felt guilt for her friend that bought her something unintentionally. She didn't really like it when others spent money on her, especially when she didn't ask for it.

"Just put the damn thing on," Elle smirked, covering her eyes with her hands jokingly as she quickly turned around. Liz laughed a little, quickly slipping into the jumpsuit that took her at least a few minutes. The body suited just right for her body, hugging around her slim figure. It contrasted nicely with her pale skin, varying into a more baby blue color. It had short but big ruffled sleeves, Liz's back exposed. The front had a deep v-neck, the suit tight against her waist, becoming more loose as it came down her long legs. "Even you can make a simple jumpsuit look elaborate and costly."

"It is costly," Liz breathed out, admiring the beautiful clothing Elle so dearly bought for her. Elle watched from behind her, the both of them admiring the fabric that perfectly fit her body. "Elle, this is beautiful," Liz exclaimed.

"And a beautiful girl to go with it," Elle complimented, smiling wide.

Liz turned towards her best friend, hugging her one last time for the day. She couldn't explain the amount of love she had for her, and how thankful she was able to have a genuine and caring friend as Elle. Liz thought that if she was the only person she would ever become friends with, she would be more then content. Elle was enough to count on, she didn't need anyone else. "I love you, Ellie," Liz chuckled in her best friends shoulder.

"I love you too Lizzy." The two backed away from each other, Liz adoring the jumpsuit already.

"Are you sure this is just a small party? With an outfit like this I would think Elton John is showing up," Liz joked.

Elle laughed, turning away as she bit the inside of her cheek. Of course, the girl knew something over Liz. But, she didn't think right now was the right to break it to her. Instead, she played along. "Yeah, it isn't that big. A few artists will be there, but you'll be fine." Elle hoped that Liz didn't catch onto the weariness in her tone, but Liz has been too engrossed to her outfit.

Elle turned around to her friend, smiling wider as she was now excited. "Now, lets do something about that hair and makeup."

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THE CLUB HAD various people in it, loud disco music blaring from wall to wall. It was ear-thumping, and it definitely wasn't Liz's forte. Purple and blue lightbulbs along with small little white ones flashed along the whole room. Small stairways led to elevated cushions seats. Each seat was occupied with at least two people, a cigarette and a drink in their lousy hands. The ceilings consisted of rather large crystal chandeliers and hanging lanterns, the dance floor right in the middle of the whole room. The room was rather crowded, and people varied from sitting down and drinking to sweating on the dance floor.

Liz felt totally out of place, but her outfit said otherwise. Along with the jumpsuit, she wore silver heels, a blue chunky bracelet around her wrist. Her once dark and long straight hair was curled, combed out to make bouncy and big loose waves. Her blue and purple eyeshadow contrasted nicely with the whole outfit, a pink and creamy nude color that glossed on her lips.

Liz followed Elle around aimlessly, a loss puppy that chose to stick with the first person they saw. Elle looked beautiful as well, wearing a fur coat. Underneath, she wore her well known boho blouse, wearing brown high-waited velvet shorts. She wore black-sheer stockings underneath, high and skinny black boots that stopped right below the knee. To top it off, all natural makeup. Liz even admitted it to herself that Elle looked wonderful, better than her of course. Elle always looked more ravish, she had it all, is what Liz said to herself.

"This is some small get-together, Elle," Liz yelled over the music, the two making there way over towards a table filled with laughing and joyous people. Liz didn't want to show it, but she was quite annoyed that her friend lied to her.

"I knew you wouldn't go if I actually told you," Elle mentioned sincerely. Of course, she was yelling too. "Lizzy, please don't be mad. You look so beautiful tonight, I couldn't have you not show up." Elle placed her hands on her shoulders, shaking her friend up a bit. "Come on, where's the Lizzy I know? All I ask is that you drink and loosen up!"

Liz gave her friend a weary smile, feeling totally out of place. However, she nodded her head, pursing her lips the slightest. "I guess a drink won't hurt."

"Exactly, it won't! Come on, I want you to meet a few people." Elle grabbed her hand, dragging her over towards a table with others around it. Elle waved to her formal group, the three close friends smiling at their lead singer. "Hey dolls," Elle greeted.

"Poppy, baby, looking good as ever," the girl mentioned, giving her a hug. She was in her early twenties, her brown hair styled in a curly afro. Her outfit was eccentric, but it fit her look. The one thing that stood out to Liz however was her peculiarly and very long lashes. It astonished her however, how the girl was able to put it off.

"This is my very good friend, Elizabeth Morrow," Elle introduced, Liz extending her hand as the two greeted. Liz gave the young woman a warm smile.

"Janet Kane, but people call me Jane," Jane said, smiling as her head titled a bit. "Don't know if she mentioned it, but I'm the bassist."

"And I'm the lead guitarist," a man spoke from behind her. He had short hair, though some of it hovered over his forehead. He had a welcoming smile, extending his hand as Liz shook her hand with his. "Cory, is my name."

"Make your best bet that I'm the drummer," a man said from beside, giving her an awfully seductive smile. Liz didn't know how to feel about it though, but for one thing, it's not like she wasn't attracted towards him. "And may I say, you look awfully wonderful in that," he flirtatiously complimented, giving her a wink. "The names Ricky."

Ricky had a look to him, something that Liz was attracted towards. For one thing, Liz could definitely say that she had a type. This man had blonde shaggy hair, along with striking features. Also, he was a drummer. Something was obviously too familiar, but at least it wasn't the same guy. Liz looked up at him, unable to detach her eyes from his. She didn't even realize that he grabbed her hand, placing a small kiss on top of her knuckles.

"Oh, Ricky, don't get this lass' hopes up," Janet remarked, rolling her eyes to her band mate.

Liz snapped herself out of the short daze, clearing her throat uncomfortably. She looked over at all of them, smiling once again. "It's very nice meeting you, I suppose you guys have been through a long tour already," Liz commented, trying to stray away from what just happened only a few seconds ago. She was almost disappointed in herself that she let that happened so fast. Why was I so obvious when it came to showing my feelings? Liz asked herself.

"Bloody touring, boy do I have a lot to say about that," Janet screamed, instantly going off about how she both enjoyed and hated going around the country in a large bus. But as Liz wanted to hear her story, she just instead drifted off into elsewhere. She wasn't sure what she was thinking of, she just began to look around somewhere else. Elle noticed, while Janet didn't. Even the two men of the band tuned out their friend as they looked at each other, rolling their eyes while taking another drink from their almost empty cups.

Elle nudged Liz's side, snapping the girl back. "Hey, sorry about Ricky. He can be a flirt sometimes. I will say though he has eyes for you. But every beautiful girl he sees, it's always the same," Elle tried warning, getting closer to Liz's ears. "Just a small advice, I wouldn't get my knickers twisted with him."

Liz smiled a bit, nodding her head. "I think I'm going to get a drink."

Elle's face suddenly beamed, her head nodding viciously as she nearly pushed her friend away. "Yes, yes, go get a drink. Walk around, hang out, get a drink, yes!" She looked overly excited, Liz entirely confused to her friends reaction.

However, with a nervous laugh, she gave Elle one wave before turning around. Walking through the crowds of people, she headed over towards the crowded bar. She wondered why Elle suddenly reacted so differently, but she didn't think too hard on it. Elle was always like that, it was something Liz was used to. Reaching the bar, and somehow finding an empty spot, she leaned over while sitting on the rather small stool.

"What can I get for you, love?" A man that worked behind the counter was sweating a bit, but looked at her with wide and awaked eyes. He must've been working hard, for there was only two other people working with him as well.

"Uh— a pink lady, please," Liz responded, quickly rather than actually thinking it through. It was the only drink, besides beer or a shot, that she ever got from now on. But because of her studies, and work, she rarely went out. This was the first in a while. And although she was hardworking, taking a day off to have fun was what she needed. Soon, the man came back with the pinky drink, the familiar cherry topped garnish. She took a sip of the strong-based gin, the taste not as sour as it used to be.

With the cup in her hand, Liz looked around the crowds of people, watching as they had their own little bubble of groups. She watched a few others talk to each other exasperatedly, shouting as some spilled drinks on the floors. However, once they realized, they just laughed it off. She wandered her eyes over to the dance floor, people throwing each other onto their partners or getting into the groove of the song. It all looked fun but too much for Liz. She couldn't lie though that she at least wanted to dance to one song that night.

"Liz," a voice trailed from behind her, the girl snapping her head towards it. She nearly fell off her stool, almost spitting out the drink that was in her mouth. She didn't know why she go up from her chair so quickly, but she placed down the empty cup with a soft hand.

"Roger," Liz whispered out, not even heard over how loud the music was. She couldn't believe who she was looking at. It was like everything from two years ago, the same puppy love she had for this man all came back. Liz thought she threw that part of her away, she thought it was long gone. However, with Roger Taylor standing right in front of her, it was like seeing him at the college pub just yesterday. Though, in just two years, did Liz feel even more attracted to him at that moment.

Roger wore a leather brown jacket, a black blouse underneath as it was unbuttoned at the top, exposing his chest a bit. He had a golden-ring choker, black leather pants to go with it. And as always, his blonde hair was shaggy, messy but still perfect. Liz caught herself admiring him, her eyes wandering him head-to-toe. Roger couldn't judge, because he was doing the same to her. He adored what she was wearing, unable to talk his eyes off of her.

"You look absolutely stunning," he smiled, the same smile that made Liz fall for him all over again. She hated herself for it. She wanted to scream at herself, to pinch herself and force her legs onwards towards the door. But she couldn't. She was glued to the floor. And although she hated herself for it, she didn't want to leave.

"I could say the same for you," Liz breathed out again, scolding herself for being awkward. Yes, Roger Taylor is stunning.

"I prefer handsome, but that works too," he joked, taking a step closer as he leaned one hand on the bar. "I wouldn't be surprised on how you got in, but why?"

Liz was taken aback at first, but realized that she had no musical talent at all. There wasn't anyway she would've gotten in without Elle. "My best friend, Poppy," she yelled over the music. "She was invited, I was just a tagalong guest."

Roger nodded his head, eyeing her down. He couldn't help himself whenever he saw a beautiful girl. And for him to only see the one he's been constantly thinking about just riles him up even more. "Gosh, you're so beautiful," Roger flirted.

Liz rolled her eyes, though her heart skipped many beats. She was glad the lights were lit low, because her face suddenly felt super hot, especially her ears. She shook her head though, her lips pursing. "I began to think you might've forgotten about me," she admitted.

"How could I?" It was true. Roger never forgot about the girl. Even if he was with another, her name always lingered at the back of his head. There were times where he told himself to just forget, to realize that he'd never see her again. And to him, it almost came true. He didn't want to let go, but he had to. It was two years and he had no contact with her whatsoever. But now seeing her in the club just made Roger fall all over again.

"Roger, really? You're in a band, you're popular, you don't need me," she laughed, though hurt that she said it out loud for once. "I'm.. I'm just a college girl. I was just a college fling. Besides, it's been two years."

"Then let's catch up then," he stated, the same infamous smirk on his face. He knew his way around this girl, just a a smile would make her swoon to his feet. And he knew it wasn't a lie. Liz chuckled, looking at the hot "stranger" in front of her. He always got to her, and she hated that she let him. But she knew she couldn't give up a face like that.

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LIZ FINISHED OFF the shot Roger recently bought her. Her throat burned from how much she actually drank that night, but as always, she rarely took count. This was something she was going to pay for later on back at her room. Roger watched adoringly at the girl that sat rather close to him. They decided to stay near the bar as they caught up on both of their lives. Roger even offered to buy all drinks Liz would take, an offer she wouldn't turn down. And on her third shot, she already felt a little dizzy.

"So, Roger," Liz slightly slurred, looking over towards the busy bartender. "Another pink lady please," she asked him, looking to Roger once again. With a sloppy smile, she started once more. "So, Roger, your tour.. start again please?" The poor girl couldn't concentrate as much, the music too loud for her liking.

Roger noticed how she acted under such little influence, speaking louder and bit slower for her to comprehend. However, it did add a small smile to his face. "I'll say it again, but only once more. We're half-way down with our tour here. In three days though, we'll be headed off to Sweden. Then West Germany, the Netherlands, Belgium, then Spain."

Liz smiled, not even realizing that she put her hand on top of his, giving him a reassuring but sloppy pat. "I'm so proud of you guys," she stated, a genuine but tired smile on her face. "You guys have done so good, you guys are all amazing musicians and singers and all that," she rambled on, not being able to even comprehend what she was saying over the overwhelming scene around her.

"What's Liz been doing?" Roger questioned, genuinely curious to what she's been up to for the past two years. Liz shook her head, laughing slowly.

"Liz has done nothing as exciting as Queen," she said, emphasizing the bands name as she slurred it. "All she's done is get a stupid job at a stupid diner, with some predatorial manager." Liz shook her head, looking down as she then saw the pink lady handed her way. "She even tried photography, she's good at that, I'll say." Liz started mumbling to herself, taking the pink lady as she began to chug down the sour drink. Liz began to drink too much of it at the same time, however, almost gagging. Roger slowly took the cup away from her mouth, Liz wiping her lips with the back of her wrists.

"How good is she at photography?" Roger questioned, inching his face closers to her just a bit more.

"Pretty good, really. I'd say it's as good as her drawings. But is that really saying much?" Liz chuckled to herself, throwing her head back as she laughed. Nearly falling backwards, Roger placed a hand on her back, stopping her from doing so.

"Liz, there's something I want to talk to you about," he said, pulling the girl closer to him in order for her to hear him clearly. It seemed impossible for Liz though. Not only had the music been too loud, but her heart beat ran rapidly throughout her whole body. She could feel everything around her vibrating. She didn't know if it was because Roger had pulled her closer, his hand was on her back, if she already had enough alcohol in her system, or that the whole room was just too loud. Either way, everything seemed like it was on fire.

"What's Roger gotta say?"

"Queens going on tour in North America."

Liz looked up into his eyes, smiling even wider. "Rog, that's amazing!" Her drunk cheery-self began to show, and although her vision became drowsy, she wanted to show him how much she actually cared.

"February is when we leave," he softly spoke inside her ear, goosebumps running all throughout her body. "And Roger wants her to come."

Liz's smile slowly faded, looking deeply into his eyes. She wasn't sure what he said, or if she did, she didn't know why. She was already drunk, so to think harder on what he actually said made her head hurt even more. However, she tried looking into his eyes for some spark of amusement, trying to find some joke out of it. And the longer she waited, the more they just stared at each other. Roger didn't give her a snarky smile, or flirtatious look, it was more serious than ever. And it scared her. It was like for just a second, she was sober all over again.

"Why would he want that?" Liz croaked, her teeth biting the inside of her cheek. She didn't know how to act, or what he'd say next. She was worried she was going to make a fool out of herself once more. She didn't want to mess up this time.

"Because I don't wanna let go this time."

Liz swallowed harshly, the two not breaking eye contact for once second. At the moment, she was overwhelmed with different emotions. Roger staring into her eyes wasn't helping it though, while his hand rubbed softly on her back. Liz wanted to look away, to yell at Roger for nearly losing his mind over some idiotic idea like that. But she just couldn't. Everything about him told a story that Liz was willing to follow through. His eyes were enticing, and them alone could just persuade her to do whatever he asked. She even thought about his idea for just a moment. Would I go to America with Roger? With Queen? What would I do?

It was an interesting question to ask herself. She had a life here, a job, and school. Would she be willing to throw it all away for some drummer and hitch back with them as a roadie? What would she get out of it? What would happen after? It was a small moment between the two, but cut short due to a young woman that approached behind Roger.

"Roger, baby, I've been waiting for my drink. What have you been doing?" The young blonde wrapped her arms around his neck, instantly darting her eyes towards Liz. She looked down towards both Rogers and Liz's intertwined hands, a scolding and ugly look of disapproval on her face. "Roger honey, who's this?" She grasped onto him just a bit tighter, showing off a dominant side.

Liz let go of his hand slowly, the drunk side of her instantly crashing back. "I guess some things never change," the girl heartbrokenly spoke, a tight feeling beginning to form in the middle of her chest. "It was nice seeing you again Roger." Liz felt her throat burning once more, eyes stinging as they began to water. She hated that tears threatened to pool down, but she didn't let them. She continuously blinked her eyes, her vision starting to blur. She could feel her body sway from side to side while taking only two steps away from the bar counter.

"Liz, wait," Roger called out, his hand reaching out to Liz. However, with how drunk Liz was, she poorly smacked his hand away.

"You know what, Roger," she slurred, eyes squinting as she pointed her finger towards him. "You're just the same boy I met back at college. The hot, flirtatiously drummer that only cares for his drumsticks, getting shagged, and the cigarette in his mouth," she rambled. "And I'm not falling for it no more," she whipped her finger back to her side, lazily turning around. "Elle, I wanna go home," she mumbled to herself, trying to find her blonde haired friend in the midst of the crowd.

But the farther she walked, the more overwhelmed she became. She didn't even realize Roger that was only trailing behind her, worried that she'd end up in a bad situation. While Liz's head spun even faster, she slowly closed her eyes, falling to her side on the floor, her drunk self just saying that she'd wake up sooner or later, it was just a small nap on the dance floor.

hola!!

i know, this chapter was hella long. but i hoped it was good and interesting, cause im pretty proud! took me all day to write however. im currently in georgia visiting my bro from the army, so i had time to spare while on the plane and driving as well.

also, two things:
- the movies (bohemian rhapsody) timeline is slightly off to what actually happened in real life, so im going by the actual dates of the tours and all that, so i hope it's not confusing.
- don't worry, you'll see the "real" roger in the next chapter, oh boy will you see (:

also,, whomst the fuck is Ricky?? oof, wait until y'all see the DRAMA I SWEAR IM SO READY TO WRITE IT, I DON'T WANT TO GIVE MUCH AWAY.

just know that's he's a new character that has eyes for liz. also did ya'll notice the "similarities" between roger and ricky? comment them below, i wanna see what you guys come up with.

what did you guys think of the chapter though? make sure to comment on what you thought and don't forget to vote!! thanks guys (: