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ana-deaky · 4 years ago

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the lakes || Brian May x Reader

Summary: An odd day of your summer vacation turns to be the day you meet the love of your life.

Warnings: Maybe a bit of bad writing. Other than that, we good to go!

Author’s Note: This is my gift for @itsametaphorgwil for @queenandborhapevents 2 Year Celebration. It was a pleasure being part of the event! Special shoutout to the discord members, who were very motivating.

The setting is in 1973 around the production of Queen II. I had to tweaks dates, to adjust it to the story. Y/N's academic and other details are left upto reader's imagination. So let it run wild. Enjoy!

You were back home in London for your Spring Break. Your best friend was on a romantic getaway with her boyfriend err fiancé. You have known the two of them since you were kids and this was the only time you both have spent your holidays apart since you met each other.

You slept. You woke up. You went about your day, until the weather cooled down. Then you picked up the book you were reading that week, picked up your usual cup of coffee for your way over to the park. You went to your favourite spot, there, under the shade of the Red Oak tree. You laid down the small picnic blanket and sat on it, stretching out your legs, crossing your legs at the ankle, your back against the tree and you continued reading or watched people as you listened to your music until the sun started setting and you walked back home.

But today... something changed...

You were the kind of person who had kept track of time. Oddly, that wasn't the case today. Your aunt and her husband were over for lunch, like every Sunday. The usual chit-chat and the lunch took longer than usual, by the time they left, you knew, the coffee place would be bustling with people at this hour. You decided to skip your coffee, for the day, which almost never happens. So you were walking the sidewalk, turning the corner towards the coffee shop. You were not one to tolerate slow-walkers, you paced up the sidewalk, stuck between two blokes. You were trying to surpass the tall man in front of you, when he stopped at his tracks.

What happened next, happened too fast. Only thing you could register was that you were drenching in water. A couple of ooh's and ah's were what you heard. "What the hell", you mumbled. A gasp and a series of apologies came from the man in front of you. "Brian, what did you do?", came another voice from behind. "Shut up, Fred", the tall man replied. "Are you alright?", he asked you as you retrieved a napkin and wiped your face. "I'm fine.", you hissed sarcastically, "Just got a shower in the middle of the street. No big deal."

A burst of laughter came from behind, you turned your head to give them a mean look, "Oh it's funny now, is it?", you hissed. "Boys", you shook your head and mumbled. You walked away from the group towards your home.

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A very short while back...

"What is wrong with that riff? It's perfect and it blends bloody well with the rest.", Brian said. "Why do you have to have the spotlight every single time? It's my band too. I have a say too.", Roger bickered. "Darlings, I'm supposed to be the drama queen. Quit bickering.", Freddie said. "Shut up!", said Brian and Roger together. "I tried", Freddie said to Deaky, shrugging. "What do you think, John?", asked Roger. "No guitar solo.", Deaky said firmly. Roger showed quite the excitement and added, "No solo."

Roger didn't stop rubbing the decision in Brian's face as they were going down to the cafe for a break, until a random girl walked between Roger and Brian. Brian halted when Roger stopped talking, turning on his heels to pour the water from his bottle. He gasped when he noticed that it was not Roger and that he just threw water on a stranger.

*******

He watched her walk away as his friends teased him. "You, boys, carry on. I'm gonna go apologize to her.", Brian said. "Haven't you had enough already?", hissed Roger. "Bugger off, Rog. This happened because of your bickering.", Brian replied. "How's it my fault?", Roger screamed. "Hold it, Rog. We don't want you fighting in public anymore. We're rockstars not brawlers.", Freddie said. "Just get on with it, Brian", he added.

Brian paced behind the girl. "Excuse me?", he said.

*******

"Oh it's you again", you stopped walking and stood facing him, "What do you want?"

"I wanted to apologize for what happened earlier.", he said. You crossed your arms, "Well?"

"Look I'm very sorry for what happened. I should have been careful.", he said. "Thanks.", you said uncrossing your arms and looking down, "Well look at that, my shirt is still wet. Too bad.", you said and continued your walk home. "Hold on.", came the soft voice from behind. You turned around and said, "Look if you're gonna apologize, just don't bother."

"I would feel bad if I didn't do something to make it up to you.", he said plainly with a hint of worry. "I didn't mean to worry you", you changed your tone, "I'm totally fine really." "I insist", he said. "Well then, what did you have in mind?", you asked. You could swear there was a slight smirk and his hazel eyes glistening. "What about coffee? Tomorrow?", he asked, "Same cafe?", he said pointing towards the direction of the cafe. "All right. What time?", you asked. He checked his watch and said, "How about the same time?" "Well then I'll see you tomorrow, umm, what's your name?", you asked. "Brian.", he said with a pressed smile. "Y/N", you said nodding, "See you tomorrow then." and you both walked your separate ways.

*****

The next day…

You walked inside the cafe round the time he suggested yesterday. You scanned across the almost empty cafe for the very distinct mop of curls sitting somewhere, he was not there yet. You checked the time again and took a seat in one of the tables near the windows, so he won’t miss you. You decided to kill some time reading your book.

“Fan of crime thrillers, are you?”, you heard the familiar voice. You looked up as he took his seat opposite. “Apparently. She’s a very good writer.”, you said. “Yes. I am not the biggest fan of crime thrillers”, he said, “I’m sorry I’m late. Work held me back.”,Have you been here long?” “Not long. You’re good.”, you said tucking your book to the side of the table. “So, Y/N, what do you do?” “Umm I’m a University student. What about you?” “I'm with a band actually.” “Ooh that’s fun. What do you play?” “The guitar” “Cool. The goth guys from yesterday are your bandmates, aren’t they?” He laughed and said “Yea. They’ll be pleased to know how you referred to them.”

“I should probably get us something to drink. What would you like?”, he said getting up. “A latte?” “Anything else?” “I’m good.”

He went up to the line near the counter, obviously taller than anybody else in the line. You resumed your reading, while you waited. You looked up often and whenever you did, Brian caught your eyes and gave you a smile. You placed the bookmark on the page and closed your book when you saw him walk to the table. He placed the tray with the drinks and took a seat.

“You don’t drink coffee?”, you asked, noticing the glass of grapefruit juice. “I don’t make it a habit.” “You really are an interesting specimen.”, you said taking a sip of your latte. “I’ve been meaning to ask. What actually happened yesterday?”, you asked. “It’s nothing really.”, he replied and took a sip of the juice. “I’m not gonna let that slide. You threw the water on me. I deserve to know why” “Alright. Alright. So me and the group are here to record an album. Anyways, I wrote a riff for one of the songs, so Roger and I, the blonde guy, were arguing whether or not to have it in or not all the way. And I swear he was rubbing it in my face when the others said no to the riff and I couldn’t contain my anger any longer. I assumed that he was right behind me and I did what I did.”

“Glad it was water and not a punch”, you said shrugging. “Me too.” “So what’s your group called?” “We’re called Queen.” “Oh. I know you guys. I mean I have heard your record.” “You have?” “Yes. You guys are good.” “Thank you very much. Any specific song caught your mind?” “Keep yourself alive was a bop” “Ah I see”, he said grinning. “What are you grinning about? Oh you wrote the song didn’t you?” He smiled and nodded. “I sing a part in the bridge there.” “I see. I’ll check it out the next time it comes on radio” “Thank you”

“So when is the next album?” “Uh well. Hopefully before the fall season. We’re still writing. The works,y'know” “Good luck with your album then.” “Thank you.”

And so, the conversation continued. Brian was mostly interested in listening to you and always had that enthusiastic smile on his face. You, on the other hand, loved to hear him talk, especially with that soft voice. You didn’t know how long the talk went until you unintentionally looked out the window. You checked your watch, “Oh. I should get going. I’m usually home by this time.”, you said. “Oh. Don’t worry about it. I should get back to the studio anyway.” “Bye, Brian. Thanks for the coffee.”, you said getting up. Brian stood up with you, “Yes. It was very lovely getting to know you, Y/N.”, you almost melted at him saying your name, but you didn’t dare show it. “I’ll see you around, I guess”, you smiled and waved him goodbye, he repeated the same.

You walked out of the cafe, then towards home. “Y/N”, came a shout from behind. You turned around saying, “Yes?” Brian stopped near you and panted saying, “You forgot your book.” “Aww. Thank you, Brian. You’re too nice.” “No problem. Listen Y/N”, he said, “Look I really loved the talk we just had. And I loved every minute I spent with you. So would you like to go on a date with me, so we can get to know each other better?”

“You seem very nice and very straight-forward, which is a quality I like in men. So yes. I would love to go on a date with you.”, you said. “May I have your phone number? I’ll call you soon.” “Alright. I’ll wait for your call”, you searched for a pen in your bag when Brian gave you his, “Thank you”, you said and scribbled your name and phone number in your notebook and tore the paper to give it to him. “I’ll talk to you later, then”, Brian said, putting the folded paper inside his pocket, followed by his pen. “See you later, Brian” and you walked home.

*****

Brian called you up on the weekend to ask you out for dinner. One date turned into two, and later a three, four and a five. He even took you over to the studio to introduce you to the boys. And here you are, on a Friday evening trying to reach your “boyfriend” on the phone.

You waited a few rings until someone picked up the phone. “Trident Studios.”, came a voice in a very distinct accent. “John?” “Yes. Who’s this?” “It’s Y/N. Can you put Brian on the phone?” “Oh hey Y/N, yea. Hold on he’s just got out of the booth.”, he said and you heard, “Brian, phone call for you.”

“Hello?” “Brian!” “Y/N. How are you, love?” “I’m good. Just busy with some work for University. How is your day going?” “Freddie quit the band twice. Roger threw a tantrum, which is not a surprise. Deaky is being, well.. Deaky. Surprisingly, I’m almost done with one of my songs.” “That’s fantastic. Listen, are you free tomorrow afternoon?” “Yes. I can take a break.” “Wonderful. Pack your swim shorts or whatever. And bring a towel maybe.” “Where are we going?” “That’s a surprise.” “Alright. When and where would we meet?” “You know the bus stop near the park?” “How about I borrow Roger’s car and I’ll pick you up from your home?” “That sounds good. I’ll see you at 1?” “Yes.I’ll see you then.” “Okay. See you tomorrow.”

*****

Brian was right on time. You drove the car while he sat on the passenger side, he kept trying to figure out where you both were going, you never gave in so he diverted to talking about Queen and his latest writings.

“We’re here”, you said parking the car. You got out of the car to retrieve your hamper from the boot. “Why are we in the middle of the woods?” “Stop exaggerating. The town is just a mile down the road, Brian.” You proceeded to walk through the path, Brian followed closely to catch up with you and held your hand as you both walked towards the spot. “Not many people come here. So Jane and I come here all the time.” “When do I get to meet Jane?�� “Most probably next week. She can’t wait to meet you.” “You told her?” “Yea. Why wouldn’t I?” “Oh it’s nothing. I thought you were gonna tell her in person.” “I couldn’t wait any longer.”

“We’re here.”, you said standing at the edge opening to the banks of the lake. “This is beautiful.” You set your hamper down on the gravel-y soil and spread a beach towel. “Lunch or swim?” “Swim” “Good choice.” You kneeled down to take off your sandals while Brian was sitting down to take off his “precious” clogs.

You stood up to take off your dress over your head. You were showing skin except for your pink and white checkered bathing suit. You could actually feel Brian’s eyes on you as you did. His mouth opened, his pupils blown wide, drinking you in until you threw the dress at his face. “Take a picture, lasts longer.”, said. He just shook his head and pulled his half unbuttoned shirt over his head, threw it over your dress. “You coming or no?”, you asked walking towards the water.

“Wait up.”, he said. You stepped into the water. You swam around until Brian finally joined in. First thing you did, splash the water on his face. He ran his palm down his face, “What was that for?” “To commemorate our first meeting”, you said swimming over to Brian, your hands twining behind his neck, kissing him. “Aww. I love you.”, he said when you pulled away. And then he held you by the shoulders and pushed you in the water and swam away, when you pulled up on the surface, you said, “I’m so gonna get you for that.” And so continued the fun.

A bit of fun and a picnic lunch later, both of you were laying side by side on your towels, holding hands, talking about anything and everything. You lied down on your side, your head supported by your right hand. “Brian?”, you whispered, your other hand toying with his wet hair. “Hmm?” “I need to tell you something.” Brian sat up, facing you, he said, ‘What is it?” He said tucking some hair behind your hair. “Summer break gets over in 4 weeks.” “So?” “Where does that put us?” “We are still gonna be us. Together.” You smiled and side-hugged him. “Besides”, he resumed, “The album is starting to come together. We’ll probably be swamped with work and the final touches a few weeks later. And it’s not like we can’t keep in touch. We can call or I could come down and visit you.” “I’m so happy that I have you in my life.” “Me too.” “I had a wonderful time with you, today. When are we coming back alone?” “Some day one day…”

******

Two months later …

The goodbyes were definitely hard, but taken well. And Brian seemed to be engaged more in the album, which kept him distracted. You had University to do that for you.

And on this particular Friday, you were drowning in homework when your roommate walked in. You looked up to the door, when she came in. “Hey Y/N, you’ve got mail.”, she said putting down a couple of letters and what looked like a square box on your table.

You opened the box carefully. There was a letter and the cover of the album, showing your boyfriend and his mates on the front and ‘Queen II’ written on top. You remembered him mentioning about the album releasing soon, on the phone last week. You took out the album and turned it over to see the song titles and there it was ‘Some Day One Day’ . “You don’t mind if I put the record on, would you?” “I don’t mind” You walked over to the record player, put on the record and put the player arm on the 4th song of the White side.

The light guitar strumming started, when you got back to your chair to open the letter. You saw the pictures of you and Brian, that Roger took on Freddie’s camera a week before you left for University, first. Then a couple of pictures with the boys. You left them in the box. And took out the letter, the first thing that crossed your mind, how neat his calligraphy was. It read:

Dearest Y/N,

I know we talk over the phone most days, I felt that the letter would feel much more personal and from the heart than telling you on the phone.

If I am taking a gamble here, you have already seen the vinyl, the pictures and probably playing our song. And you’re smiling, because either I said that exactly as it is or because you’re mocking. What I’d give to see that smile right now and to listen to the song together. But some day one day..

Wonderful pictures, aren’t they? I nagged Freddie into getting the pictures developed soon, so I could send those with the vinyl. I can be persuasive and you know it. And fun fact, I have framed one of our pictures and put it on my nightstand. (You’re smiling again.)

I miss you dearly. And I love you so much. Will talk soon. Take care!

Yours,

Bri

P.S. Freddie wants to know what you think about the album and the boys say Hi!

You sat back on the chair, happy as ever listening to your boyfriend sing, hugging the letter.

******

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jmeddows2 · 5 years ago

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Purple Thunder (Roger Taylor Series) - Part 4

(present/old) Roger Taylor x Reader

Notes: It’s been a while it’s finally here. Kind of a filler though? I’m sorry for that. I’ll try to update more frequently now :) I hope this makes up for it. Sorry for grammar/ mistakes, English is not my first language but anyways, I gave it a go. Enjoy and feel free to submit requests, feedback etc.

Warnings: cursing

Words: 2.5k+

…. when you arrived at home you found your boyfriend Josh sleeping on a chair in the entrance hall of your flat. He made sure to sit there and wait for you to get home. Josh never intended for you to leave him that night, like you did. He was too good for anyone, always searching for a conversation to talk things out, instead of throwing everything under a bus. He was always trying to find a solution, no matter how severe the situations and problems might seem. He looked so peaceful, legs sprawled out, his hands crossing over his chest as light snores escaped his mouth. His current state made you feel guilty, guilty that you spent the night away from him, while he was sitting at home, worrying about where you could have gone and what could have happened, wandering the streets of London at night all on your own. Guilty, that sudden feelings were creeping into your system, which did not mainly involve him anymore. Lost in your thoughts the door behind you made a loud sound as it shut, which you did not intend, and it made Josh shuffle. His eyes shot open once he realized that you finally arrived at home and he jumped up from the chair, basically jumping into your arms having a feeling of relief rushing through his body, seeing that you made it home safe. -Y/N! Where have you been, babe? I’ve been worried sick! Don’t you ever leave again like that, PLEASE, I beg you! - he nuzzled his face into your neck, having his arms wrapped around you tightly.

~a week later~

This time it wasn’t you the one to leave. It was your boyfriend, Josh. In fact, he went on tour with his band through North America, which meant approximately 3 months without him, though you were supposed to join for the last 2 weeks of their tour. Being without him for 3 months would mean loads of time for being productive, productive in a sense of recording a new album. -where in the world is it??- you mumbled as you were searching for your little notebook in which you kept all your thoughts inside, they then turned into songs. While making a mess in yet another room, searching for the little crème leather notebook you received as a birthday gift from a friend a few years ago, the memory of your first ever songwriting experience flashed before your eyes.

*it was a lazy Sunday afternoon and you were sitting behind the piano, a crumbled-up paper with a few lines scribbled on it in front of you. Those words written on the paper made you feel vulnerable, all your heart and soul expressed through words: broken love, insecurities, everything you’ve been wanting to talk about, but never actually had the courage to say out loud. Placing your fingers on the piano and hitting the first few notes was finally it, releasing everything, telling a story, processing feelings. It was like an addiction. Finally creating something, something that people might be able to relate to and making them feel understood was the goal*

Something you were glad to receive when you were younger and now you were lucky enough finally meet your heroes: Brian, Roger… -FUCK- Roger has it.

You left your notebook in his guest room. Oh no. Pacing around the flat and running your fingers nervously up and down your temples didn’t help the situation very much. You had to call him.

You gathered all your courage to call him, but as the phone kept ringing and ringing you felt more embarrassed by the fact that he didn’t pick up right away.

-Hi love- a hoarse voice finally spoke up. It was him. A feeling of relief rushed through your body.

-Um hi Roger, sorry to disturb you. I think I might have left m..my notebook at your place and I’d need it. We’re going to record today, and I certainly can’t do without it. -uhh yeah. I’ll look for it, text me the address and I’ll drop it off at the studio? - he asked. When in reality he didn’t have to look for it, because once he saw it sit on top of the table in the guest room, he decided to keep it secure in one of his drawers, which only he had access to.

-no need to, I’ll come pick it up myself, don’t want to cause any more trouble – you laughed nervously. - no, love, it’s no trouble at all, remember what I told you. Got to go now, see you later, text me. - with that he hung up the phone, not giving you a chance to disagree with him anymore.

After texting him, a sudden realization hit you as he currently possessed YOUR most precious belonging. You kept everything in it, EVERYTHING! Secrets and thoughts no one was ever going to hear about. You wrote about him. Never actually mentioning his name but Roger was smart, it didn’t take much to realize it was about him. You could only hope that he wasn’t as nosy, as he was caring.

Studio days were long and basically sucking the life right out of your body by the hour. First the writing, arranging everything, then recording, doing dozens of overdubs and the worst part: mixing. Due to the given circumstances you decided to wear a warm white jumper, some plaid black-white pants and a fuzzy coat. (as shown in the picture) with a little make up on. It was all about being and feeling comfortable.

Due to the absence of your notebook, you decided to record some songs written by your other band members first. It was successful until your guitarist Dan and drummer Sid (which happened to be hotheaded) decided to throw a tantrum about the pace of a song written by Dan.

As expected, Roger was right on time and watched the whole thing go down from the other side of the glass wall.

-Guys, please calm down, we can all sort it somehow- you tried to calm Sid down as he fiddled around with his drumsticks pointing at Dan, lingering around in his business. -stop fucking pointing at me with your fucking drum sticks, oh yeah forgot. that’s the only thing you’re good at!!! - Dan spat at Sid.

-you know what? Fuck you, at least I manage to do a good solo, you’re the one playing the same 4 chords in each and every song of yours! – the drummer Sid countered.

-that’s it, I’ll fucking quit. - Dan slid his guitar off his shoulder and stepped forward to talk to you. - what? Dan? - you asked him in disbelief, tears started to brim in your eyes. -I’m so sorry Y/N. I just can’t work with him anymore. - Dan pointed into Sid’s direction. -but the album is halfway finished. You can’t leave right now- you tried to keep him on board. without success. -I’m sorry, really am.- shooting a sympathetic smile and gave you one last hug before leaving the recording area. -umm, Y/N? - the producer’s voice filled the room through the speaker. -there’s someone here for you- you lifted your head up from your hands and looked through the glass. Roger was standing there with a big paper bag in his hands.

-alright, I think that’s it for today- you gave Sid, your bass player Anthony and the producer the rest of the day off, considering the fact that the band was now missing a member.

-Sorry you had to witness all that - you glanced up at Roger, wiping your wet cheeks before shooting him a sad smile. - you know, that’s nothing compared to the fights we had way back when..- Roger tried to cheer you up, setting the paper bag on the table next to the mixing board and taking his sunglasses off. -c’mere, love- Roger held his arms out for a hug, there was no better feeling than being in his arms again. It was wrong, after everything that happened the last time you had seen each other, but at the same time it almost felt like a healing process, having his arms wrapped around your waist. The warmth and kindness, love. He looked so good in his blue jumper, his hair was slightly brushed back.

-I brought you something- Roger broke the hug, as his blue eyes shone of excitement – I know how these studio days can get- he grabbed the paper big paper bag and pulled out a burger and fries. – thought you might be hungry- he smiled and placed it in front of you. - oh god, Rog, that’s really what I need right now, but you didn’t have to. Thank you so much- you grabbed the food and let yourself fall back on one of the leather couches. He pulled yet another surprise out of the paper bag: Curly Wurly chocolate bars.

-Y’know Rufus told me you like these- he placed the bars on the table.

-oh, did he? - you asked and he nodded. -did he also tell you that we basically lived off these when we were on tour? - you laughed as you took another bite of your hamburger, Roger joined you on the leather couch with your notebook in his hands. - you and Rufus really get along, huh? - he smiled at you to which you nodded. -here you go, love- he handed the little book to you -kept it safe, suppose your songs are in there. Don’t worry, I didn’t read anything. I know just how important each song can be, you treat them like they are your kids, you’re proud of them, no matter what other people might think. Look, the situation might not look too rosy right now about your whole band situation- he placed his hand on your shoulder- you must understand him, he’ll come around. Dan was it, the guitarist, right? - you nodded, and he continued- Dan will come around, he cares a lot about his own song, especially when someone interrupts and tries to change every single bit. Hell, I’m not proud of it but to be honest, I once locked myself into a cupboard to convince the others to release my song- Roger laughed and put his arm around you to pull you closer into his shoulder, while gently rubbing your arm. Despite the heaviness in your stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of your body pressed against his, it felt comfortable and you sunk into the warmth of his side. It was an appreciative, simple gesture, but his touch made the room slightly warmer somehow. -I’m in love with my car? I’m glad you did it though, it’s a really good song- you laughed into his shoulder like it was the most natural thing.

-You know about that? - he blushed. -But see? That’s why I did it- he gave your hair a few strokes to calm you down a bit, which helped a lot. You devoured the rest of the burger, fries and ‘curly wurly’ bars with Roger when the look on his face suddenly became more serious. -Was she very mad at you? Your wife? - you asked, expecting to hear the worst. Expecting that he’ll never want to see you again or hang out with you again. -not so bad, don’t really want to talk about her though. There’s nothing to worry about – he assured you and tried to avoid the topic furthermore. -well, gotta get back to business again- you lifted your head off his shoulder and got up

– got to go and try mix a few songs now that I’ve sent the producer home, gosh I hate mixing songs. But thank you again for bringing me the food and my precious little thing right here- you pointed at your own personal lyric collection

-I couldn’t live withou- -Do you want me to help you?- Roger blurted out, interrupting your sentence. -mixing the songs?-

-I couldn’t ask you to do that, you’ve helped enough, but thanks- you tried to assure him that you’d be ok. - I’ve been struggling myself at first, in fact I hated mixing all the songs, but I swear it gets better. - he plopped himself down on one of the chairs behind the mixing board and you joined him. -ok I’d love your help then, if it’s no trouble-

-Ok look, you need to keep the elements in the mix at a steady and balanced level, without abnormal level changes popping out all over the place. – he fiddled around the faders on the boards, quickly glancing at you as you watched carefully - moving the faders around should get you very close to a rough mix.- he continued - try to find a good equilibrium and balance between the left and right speaker, you don’t want your track all over the place either – you nodded as he kept on giving you more useful tips about how each instrumental part must be handled differently without resulting in a clattering or having an instrument drown into the back.

Roger being Roger sometimes managed to fool around a bit on the faders to create interesting sounds, that made you laugh and escape the seriousness.

It was 1 am when the last track from half of the album was finally finished. -about the Dan situation- Roger spoke up – don’t let it get to your head that much, love. Give him some time, we could help you out in the meantime. When we first went on tour to support another group, Brian fell awfully sick and we also started to record without him at first. I know exactly how you’re feeling right now. We were scared to death about how we were going to continue without him for quite some time. - He hugged you again, and it felt like nothing else mattered in this moment. Not the band, nor the unfinished album, not a single thing, only being with him, having his strong arms around your waist, telling you everything was going to be alright.

You broke the hug after you found it to be too long, as you didn’t want things to be awkward, when he was being the sweetest guy. - you’re so strong, dealing with everything, overcoming so much- Roger still held you close, brushing some of your hair out of your face to get a better look at you. - I wish we could have met in other circumstances and I- the moment was interrupted by his ringing phone and he went to get it.

-sorry that was Sarina, she’s in America right now filming a movie, whatever. – he shrugged, knowing that this moment could not be saved anymore.

He noticed a hint of sadness on your face and it made his heart ache, he shouldn’t have said that, but it was his reality, his reality that he was not sure of still being destined to be in. The more time he spent with you, the more wrong it felt to keep spending time with his wife, when it was supposed to be the other way around. His feelings told him otherwise -Are you going to be here tomorrow? - Roger asked you with a feeling of hope in his chest.

-Well, yeah, we got the studio for the next month, I’m going to be here every day- you answered as he helped you get into your coat.

-perfect- Roger smiled. -how about Chinese takeout tomorrow then? – taglist: @bellamy1998 @oldfashionedlovergirlsblog

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bandimaginezzz · 7 years ago

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Cold Blooded Lover

You picked up your phone. It was a text message from your manager. Y/n you need to be at the studio in less then an hour. You groaned. That’s right you had to go work with the band The Pretty Reckless. You had met them in brief passing before and you and their lead singer Taylor had completely clashed. You got dressed. Brushed and spiked your thick black hair. You got in the car and started to head towards the studio. Of course you had to stop and get coffee. If you didn’t, there was no way you were survive this session. You arrived at the studio five minutes before your session was about to begin. Your manager saw you and waved you into the booked room. You walked in and noticed you were the first one there. Your manager started talking to you, however you weren’t really paying much attention to what he was saying. He said he had a bunch of work to do and said goodbye. Suddenly you were alone. You looked around the room at all the equipment. Multiple guitars, keyboards, basses and drums surrounded the room. As well as multiple microphones. You stayed seated and pulled out your phone. You glanced at the time, not really knowing when they were supposed to get here. You started watching random ass videos on YouTube. You laughed as you watched someone get knocked over by a wave while trying to be all sexy. You noticed your phone’s battery was running low. That’s when you also noticed the time. What the fuck you thought to yourself. They were over a half hour late. What a way to make an entrance. As you went to plug your phone in, you heard the sound of people laughing, just before the door opened. You turned your head to see the band had finally arrived. You were pissed, so you just continued to focus on plugging your phone in. “Oh sorry y/n were late. Taylor and Ben were taking forever to get ready.” Marked laughed as Ben wacked his arm. You just nodded. You glanced at Taylor as you nodded noticing her eyes rolling as you didn’t speak. “Ok well let’s get this over with” you spoke just loud enough for everyone to hear. Taylor was next to speak. “Ben and I will write some lyrics and then you can figure out what you want to do on this song.” You glared at her. “We’re supposed to write the lyrics together. I mean if you even know what that means.” You hissed through your teeth. “Okay you two don’t start fighting. Taylor you and y/n can write lyrics. As soon as that’s done I will look them over and help fix it up.” Ben spoke as a leader. Taylor and you just nodded. You pulled up a chair at the little table in the studio. Grabbing a pad of paper, pencil and guitar. “Okay well I don’t know how you do it Momsen but as a solo artist I start with the overall guitar part.” “Oh wow the newbie knows how to write a song. This ought to be good.” Taylor spoke sarcastically. You started to fool around with the guitar. You knew you couldn’t possibly make a light and upbeat song with this chick. It would have to be dreary and depressing. The way she made you feel. You started to play random chords and little riffs based off of those chords. Taylor wasn’t really paying any mind to you. That was until you played a series of chords. Sad but also still thrilling. She gawked her head towards you. “Again” she said. “What?” you responded not really paying any attention to her. ”Play those damn chords again.” You stared at her for a second but not at her it was a blank stare. Trying to think of the order that you just played those chords in. You figured it out and started to play. Ben was watching you. He started to play the same chords. “That’s it. Yea something along those lines.” Taylor was speaking to Ben as if he came up with the riff. You stopped playing and just watched him. He was fumbling around with the chords. Playing them with different pedals and distortions. Taylor’s eyes fixated on him, watching as he found a way to bring those chords further to life. Eventually it was time to leave. You honestly hadn’t gotten any further then finding the right chords to use. You got home and went straight to bed. The next morning you woke up and started to think of the song. Going over the chords and riffs again and again in your mind. You had to think of an overall theme to the song. What was it going to be about. You didn’t know. You showered and then looked at the time. You realize that it was time for you to head back to the studio. You sat in your car when you arrived at the studio. You knew they wouldn’t arrive on time so what was the point of you going in and sitting around waiting. It was easier to do that in the car where you could also sit comfortably. You watched the rain hit your windshield, as the pitter patter of the drops hit the metallic roof of the vehicle. You watched as a van pulled up. Out walked The Pretty Reckless. You turned off your car and headed inside. Today was the last day to write the song and tomorrow was the deadline for recording. You sat at the table. Everyone grabbed instruments. You glanced at Ben and asked “can you play the song?”. He nodded. He started to run through the song. As he did the other band members started to find their footing for their instruments. Jamie beating on the drums and Mark plucking away at the bass. The song was slowly starting to come together. The only thing missing was the lyrics. The guys continued to play the song through multiple times. As they did you started to hum a similar melody. Taylor heard you humming the melody. You watched as she began to furiously scribbled down a variety of lines. You were curious on what she was writing. She stopped and just stared at the paper. “May I?” you asked as you pointed at the note pad. She looked at you surprised and just nodded. You read through the various lines. They were all pretty good but nothing totally stood out completely. As you went through reading them you misread a line. You had accidently combined two different lines. You wrote down what you had just misread on a new piece of paper, “You can’t trust a cold blooded man, girl don’t believe in his lies. You cant trust a cold blooded man, hell love you and leave you alive.” You slid the paper back over to Taylor. She read what you had written. You watched as her mouth read over the words repeatedly. She was analyzing the lyrics. She continued to write from that prompt. You decided to scoot your chair closer to her. She didn’t even flinch when you started to move. You watched as she was writing, reading over what she had written along the way. You nodded with each line approvingly. “What if for the second verse we do it in the perspective of a male?”. Waiting for a response you saw Taylor start to smile. “That’s actually a great idea” she said. The two of you started to talk amongst yourselves. Both giving off lines for what the song should sound like. The both of you were laughing and actually getting along. You stared at her. Her blue eyes a clear as a sky on a beautiful day, her blonde hair falling just perfectly around her face. Holy shit you thought to yourself you were starting to fall in love with her. At the end of the night, the two of you had finished the lyrics. You ran through the song a couple times. Making sure the song flows perfectly. As you were getting into your car you watched as someone ran up to your window. You looked and saw Taylor. “Hey y/n I just wanted to ask you, if you wanted to get some dinner before coming to the studio tomorrow. I mean I felt some serious chemistry in there but if you don’t want to that’s ok.” You watched her eyes shift in nervousness. “Yea sure I would love that. Uh ill pick you up at 5, and we’ll go wherever you want.” You smiled at her. “Ok, ill text you my address y/n”. You watched her walk back to her car and drive away. You drove home and grabbed a drink. You sat silently thinking about Taylor. The way her face lit up when you wrote fitting lyrics. The way she smiled when you both made a joke. You snapped out of your thoughts and decided to go to bed. You woke the next morning to the sound of your phone. You looked at the number. It was unmarked. You opened the text. Hey It’s Taylor. Do you think you can pick me up at the Starbucks near the mall. The mall near the studio? You quickly sent her a message back. Yea of course, ill see you later. You checked the time. It was shortly after 3 pm. You decided to take a shower. You took your time in the shower. You got out of the shower and walked to the closet. You grabbed a plain black shirt, a pair of dark grey jeans and a black hoodie. You got dressed and went back to the bathroom. You hair was still dripping wet. You grabbed the towel and started to dry your hair off. You ran a comb through hair to get rid of any knots. You looked in the mirror and decided not to spike up your hair today. Instead you ran your hand through your hair and pulled it out of your face. You made your way down the stairs. It was time for you to go pick up Taylor. You grabbed your leather coat and a grey beanie and got in your car. You were slightly nervous. You pulled up to the Starbucks and saw Taylor waiting for you. She noticed you and walked over to the car. She got in. “So Taylor where would you like to go for dinner/” you asked smiling. “How about that restaurant umm, Broadways I think its called.” You agreed. As you were eating you finally had built enough courage to ask Taylor if she would consider being your girlfriend. “Um Taylor, I have something to ask you and honestly I am afraid of the answer. But what the hell would you like to be my girlfriend?” She looked at you and smiled. She started to nod. “Yea I would actually. I was going to ask you but I was scared you didn’t think about me the same way.” The two of you left and headed to the studio. The night ran late and the two of you headed your separate.

A couple months had passed. The two of you were going strong. You had been seeing each other practically every day. Both of your Instagram’s were filled with disgustingly cute photos of the two of you. You both loved to read the comments and tweets that were constantly sent to you. The fans loved seeing the two of you together. Some days you would receive comments, asking why there wasn’t a new photo of the two of you together. You smiled at these types of comments. You loved Taylor and she made it very clear that she loved you. You had decided together to make the step and move in together. As the two of you were going to bed one night Taylor had asked you to come sing with her at one of the shows. You agreed.

“Tonight we have a special guest. As you guys may know I wrote and recorded a song called cold blooded, with my boyfriend y/n. Tonight I have asked him to come join us on stage and give you guys a treat. Please welcome out Y/n”. You walked out on stage as the crowd went wild. You went over to Taylor and hugged her tightly. You placed a small kiss on her cheek. The crew brought you out an extra microphone. Ben started to play the intro of the song. As Taylor started to sing you watched her mouth move. She slowly swayed along with the music. It was your turn to sing. As you started you saw Taylor begin to dance slowly around you. The crowd was loud. You could hear them singing/ screaming all the words back to you. You knew it was a successful song when this was happening. It warmed you heart almost as much as waking up next to Taylor did. The song came to a finish. Taylor placed a kiss on your lips just before you left the stage. You watched the rest of the show from the side of the stage. She made you happy and that was the best part.

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chrisbaronmusic · 7 years ago

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Texas Reflexis Spring 2017

Another successful trip to Texas and back, from May 10th to May 22nd. Dawn and Henry picked The Baron Ward up on Wednesday in Houston, and we made it back to the beach that very night, after a Welcome Back dinner at Sake To Me in Lake Jackson (sushi!). The beach house was cleaned up scrubbed and totally ready for us…and we were overcome with gratitude…and nerves, for the tests to come.

Thurs

Our first gig day was a double-header: Bridge Bait (Freeport) in the afternoon from 2-4, and Sake To Me (Lake Jackson) that night from 5-9. Bridge Bait was another classic…hot sun, cool crowd, hoots and hollers, Here.We.Are.In.Texas. We started off with an enthusiastic bang, and almost wore ourselves out those first two hours. At Sake, we played acoustic in front of the aquarium, and the stage was nicely set, and the mellowness of it was perfect. Friends were popping in left and right, including Billye and Sam, Matt and Julia, even Jake Riggs, who drove over from Austin to spend a couple days. We met Dianna Chenevert. We plan to book both places again in October.

Fri

Once again: Bridge Bait in the afternoon…and by this point, the locals seemed to remember us…memories flooded back from prior years there, and we got some great pictures for Facebook and Instagram. HUGE SALLY was fully present…I talked Jake into coming up to sing Never Rain Again, and after that, he just grabbed his guitar and started busting out. The version of Emily we did that afternoon, with three-part harmony, is one of my favorite phone video performances ever. We played Dido's that night, all acoustic, once again with Jake in the band. We knew he had to take off on Saturday, so we made the most of that night, body-surfing in the ocean until 3a.

Dianna

Dianna is a woman with a long history of acting, music booking, promoting, charity organizing, and social medianating. This point in her life finds her with a worldwide network of friends, a son who once held an NFL contract in his hands (now he's a pastor and activist), a small yacht that she currently pilots between Florida and Freeport TX, and some fascinating memories that are steadily being transcribed into a memoir. She made a connection with The Baron Ward through Henry and Dortha Pekar, our stellar and hospitable hosts in the Texas Gulf. We hung out for the next ten days straight.

Columbia Lakes Resort

La Casona was our Saturday night show: the mexican restaurant that resides at Columbia Lakes Resort. The last time I was at this place, it was 2010. Will Downing was alive and jamming. Jake and Megan and I were staying in "The Beatles Room", a rental cottage on the premises. We were all in the midst of a visionary cacophony that was shivering our connections to each other. There was tension, there was venturin', there was raw interaction.

Now that I am sitting in the future drinking coffee and scotch, I realize fully just how foundational that trip was for William and I, for Dawn and I, for Megan and I, for Jake and I. Small memories came rushing back as I walked the grounds.

The gig itself was outdoors and very pleasant. John Downing was there…so we sang him His song, "Johnny On The Farm" (Track #1 on Will's forthcoming, postheumous third album). We shot more videos with Dianna. And then we ate mixed fajitas, charro beans, y guacamole. Home by midnight, with a check in hand, and with an inkling that it was all getting stronger.

Mothers Day

We played a long brunch set at Dido’s on Sunday morning, and then we climbed aboard Nancy and Fred and Bob's paddleboat. It was a glorious ride up the Brazos River! We played a few songs, told a few jokes, whipped out a dance number for Sissy and Fred, and of course, dedicated everything to Captain Bob. This show marked the first time we were requested to play "Outlaws" (another Will Downing tune from that third album) more than three times in the same set ("…umm, we already played that, it was our first song" … "Well Play it again!") We actually obliged…and that dustballed into performing it three or more times per night for the rest of the trip…hm…

Mon-Wed

We had these days off, and spent them writing, rehearsing, filming videos with Dianna at the Yacht Club and on her boat…beach walking, beach cleaning, swimming, brisket smoking, string buying, email writing, TURTLE PATROLLING.

Yes, on Tuesday May 16th, we witnessed a Galveston scientist and her crack team evaluate a sea turtle nest site, and prepare to dig up the eggs and transport them to South Padre Island, a protected area. They measured the lengths, made notes on the facts. They drove a regular truck. I wrote a song. We filmed a very short version standing in the surf and put it on Facebook. We debuted it live on Friday afternoon…and as of this writing, its been requested at every single show I've played since then. Thank you to Henry for putting that short video up on FB and sharing it around. Thank you to Dors for not being annoyed at the catchy annoying melody, and memorizing the lyrics real quick. Thank You to the scientists who actually do the real work. I never got her name…

The Haus'

Wursthaus in Lake Jackson was one of my first big gigs in the area: 2014. It was a leap-of-faith solo jaunt in the midst of a Huge Sally tour. Huge stayed behind in Austin, and I rented a car and drove out on an instinct. I met Dido's, Wursthaus, and Bridge Bait on this fateful trip. Richard Wood and I made a connection, and ever since, he has booked my band when we come through! First, it was Thursday night at Growler’s Pourhaus, his new place. Our local friend Eli opened the night with a startlingly funny introduction, and we had a Great time with the staff and all our fans. Then on Friday we did the Wursthaus thing. Both nights were super fun, high-energy, and with an aura of peace, professionalism, and power. I can't recommend these two spots in Lake Jackson highly enough. Both have inventive menus, both pride themselves on their beer selections, and both hire real good people.

The Heights, Houston

We met Jeannette Waldie, and saw Houston's superb house concert venue Visionary Heights. Wow. Doverlaff House Concerts in Portland has a surprisingly similar outlook on lifestyle, community, and song circles…they are two thousand miles apart, and have never met, and yet have each arrived at the, I SAY, right conclusions! Jeannette's son Owen, Ted Miller, and Ken Gaines also play a big role in this vibrant and seriously interesting Scene. We met a new band member: the amazing Addison Freeman. He is a multi-instrumentalist, songwriter-singer, and comfortable jammer. We hung out with him nonstop our last two days. He is invited to come up to Oregon in July and join us for quite a few gigs. Can't wait to welcome Addison to the Pacific Northwest!

Its good to be home. Oregon is beautiful. Texas is welcoming, amazing, a unique experience. And yes, turns out not where but who you're with that really matters.

We hope to come back in October. And The Baron Ward hopes to visit the southeast coastline from the Carolinas to New Orleans next spring…

#thebaronward #turtlepatrolsong #searchlightsinmexico #hugesally #hoptruck #diannachenevert #visionaryheights #kengaines #williamdowning #claireavenue #addisonfreeman

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