My Melancholy Blues // Roger Taylor Fanfic

Chapter I

"Em, you can't keep isolating yourself from the people around you! Please talk to me.." Brian said to me through the phone. He was my best friend since high school, he always understood me, but in the past few months I have never been the same since my boyfriend cheated on me with another girl.

-Flashback-

I got home and went in my bedroom. There were loud noises and screaming from behind the door. I barged my way in, only to find my boyfriend on top of another woman. I couldn't help but stare in shock.
"Emily! Great to see you back, darling! said my boyfriend, Sam, with an embarrassed tone in his voice.
"No, please this can't be real" I mumbled and my voice cracked, while a tear rolled down my cheek. I ran out the door to my best friend's apartment, Brian. I knocked desperately and, after a while, he answered.
"Woah! Are you ok, Em? You look like you've been crying for decades!" Brian said, pulling me into a tight hug.
I cried into his shoulder, then proceeded to explain to him what had happened."

-End of flashback-

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a worried voice coming from the other end "Emily, I told you many times that you should go out and enjoy yourself, for at least one night! Look... we have a gig tonight at a pub right down the street from you, and I think you should come". I bit my lip and thought "Okay Brian, I will come". I could feel him smiling, "I am so glad. Be there at 7". "Be there at 7..." I mumbled.

AFTER A FEW HOURS

I woke up from my nap on my couch, cuddled up in a warm, fuzzy blanket. The clock on the wall indicated it was 5:47 PM. "Fuck" I muttered to myself as I got up.
My feet touched the cold floor and sent shivers down my spine. There was a loud creak as I proceeded to go up the stairs to my bedroom and decide on what to wear. It was just a simple gig, nothing too fancy. I layed my clothes out on my bed: a pair of bell bottom striped pants and a black t-shirt. Deciding to take a shower, I stepped in and let the hot water run all over my body, as I washed myself and relaxed completely. After I finished getting ready, I stepped out of the door.

AT THE PUB

There was a strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol. The people were crowded and everyone was waiting for the band. "Emily!" I heard someone call my name. "Hey Brian!", I said as I got closer and closer to the boys. "Hey, guys! I missed you all so much" I hugged all of the boys tightly. "Emily, darling! How have you been? And, mostly, why didn't you come to the studio anymore?". " I've been okay, Freddie, thanks for asking. I don't know, but I'll stop by after work sometime, I promise".

The boys started playing, and I noticed Roger was looking at me the whole show. We were friends, but we didn't talk that much. I met Roger 3 years ago, when him, Brian and Tim first formed Smile. He was quite charming, but I soon realized that he wasn't the type to be in a relationship. Every time I would see him with a girl I would get quite jealous though, and I didn't know why.

The show ended and it was absolutely amazing. Freddie and his amazing vocals, how Deaky would play his bass along Brian and his guitar, then came Roger and his drums, keeping everyone's beat, and doing an amazing job.

He was just amazing...