I've Been Waiting for You
Summery: Roger and (Y/N) are caught off guard when she goes into labor. Suddenly their lives are laid before them as they prepare to greet their first child. #dad!roger #mom!reader #pregnancy #baby #birth
Love is Art
Prompt: Can I request a soulmate au with 80's Roger? Where when your soulmate draws one their body it appears on your body in the same space and Roger's soulmate is an artist. She likes to draw very intricate and extravagant things on her thighs. One day Roger sees his tour assistant in a skirt with a matching drawing on her thigh. #part 1 of 2 #soulmates au
Best Grandpa Ever
Prompt: I was wondering if I could request some grandpa Roger Taylor where the reader is the partner of Rufus and they are pregnant with/ or has a small boy perhaps 1-3 years and Roger is this doting grandpa and the reader has a relationship to Roger as being just like a daughter to him? #rufus taylor x reader #dad!rufus #mom!reader #grandpa!roger #child
Family
Roger's wife and kids visit him at the recording studio #dad!roger #mom!reader #children #baby
*We're Not Normal
Reader is taken to the hospital when she has difficulty breathing. Roger and reader learn reader is 9 months pregnant and she is in labor. #dad!roger #mom!reader #pregnancy #suprise baby #birthing problems #queen member!reader
Roger Taylor-Freddie's Best Friend
Plot: being Freddie’s best friend means supporting him on everything, and being in love with Roger Taylor means suffering in silence, doesn’t it? Maybe a little trip to the fields can change that, but not in the best way. #series #part 1 of 12 #best friends!freddie and reader
Daughter of Roger Taylor
So Roger had a daughter and she is the only kid in the group and Freddie is always there to joke and have a good time with her and John always dances with her while playing and Brian always talks to her about different stars(he tries to make it interesting thinking she would be bored but she really did like it). Can you write about what happens one day she is sick and the four take care of her? #dad!roger #daughter!reader #sick #child
Fill in the Blank
Summary: Roger cares for the reader, his best friend, who has shown up at his door in the middle of the night, in need of him. #single mom!reader #series #part 1 of 10 #mom!reader #step-dad!roger #pregnancy #new baby #abusive ex #protective!roger #engagment #marriage
The Weight of the World
Synopsis: Roger’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders. Or maybe it’s just the drumming.
Ben Hardy x Reader x Roger Taylor Series
You, Roger, and Ben have found your soulmates in each other. Queen was founded several years ago, making Ben and Roger nearly the same age. All BxRxR stories and blurbs take place in the same world. #series #part 1 of 36 #chapters #blurbs #headcanon #group text #polyamourous relationship #dad!roger #dad!ben #mom!reader #3-way marriage #puppy #dog
Maverick
A writer for a magazine was hired to follow Queen on tour detailing the bands life and their families. #marriage #tour #interview
Out of Time
Reader finds herself in the 1970s on her 23rd birthday and bumps into queen in their earlier days. Her and Roger fall in love. Will she want to return to the future once it is time? #series #complete #part 1 of 34 #somewhat sad ending #somewhat alternate ending
Falling Slowly
Reader works under Jim Beach as Queen’s lawyer. She and Roger fall in love #series #completed #part 1 of 32 #lawyer of queen!reader
All Grown Up
You return home after a few years and catch Roger’s eye. WARNING: age gap (19 & 32), breeding kink, pregnancy mentions #brother!brian #sister!reader #pregnancy
Child of Mine
Roger is dating reader who is a single mother and they raise her daughter together. #series #part 1 of 5 #dad!roger #mom!reader #stepdad!roger #single mom!reader #child #pregnancy
Tears Ricochet
Reader has been in a coma for the last couple of years and when she wakes up she finds that her boyfriend Roger now has a wife and child. Has he really moved on though? #series #ongoing #past relationship #angst
Slipping Through My Fingers
Ben and taylor!reader’s wedding day #ben hardy x reader #dad!roger #daughter!reader #current!roger #wedding
In light of Hamilton coming out on Disney+ today (watched it earlier this afternoon and WAS BLOWN AWAY!!!!!) I wanted to post this for awhile but never had the time nor did I think I was going to but I then thought screw it I'll post it in light of Hamilton. So this fanfic goes around "That would be enough" (If you haven't read that story GO READ THAT CAUSE SPOILERS!!!) but this time it's in YOUR POV. Plus this song had some heavy inspiration for a sequel-ish part of that fic. So I hope you all enjoy it and have a safe and happy 4th of July to my fellow American readers :)
I sat there in the pub trying to enjoy our victory at the Grammy’s with my Hamilton fam, but what Roger had told me just clouded my mind and it was all I could think about. He was my dad. All this time I really did have a father, a freakin Rockstar legend no doubt. The man I had come to idolize out of all the four members of my favorite rock band was none other than my dad.
What if he was lying? Maybe he know about this all along? Maybe he kicked my mother aside as soon as she told him? So many questions were buzzing through my mind. So many what if’s and maybes that I almost was about to just start bawling right there in the club.
“(Y/n)? You okay?” I felt a hand at my shoulder and when I turned around there stood Lin. His brown eyes filled with concern.
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“You sure? You looked really out of it for a second there.” Said Renée.
“I’ll bet she’s still just star struck from having to sing alongside her favorite rock group. Am I right?” Daveed teased as he wrapped an arm around me and poked my cheek teasingly.
“Yeah how did it feel to be up there with Queen themselves (n/n)? You’ve always raved on about how you wished to perform alongside them.” Leslie said.
“Oh it was—amazing.” I trailed off. “Excuse me.” I removed Daveed’s arm from my shoulders and walked out ot eh club to try and get some air.
Once outside I was automatically hit with the cool winter LA air. I took a left to the side of the club and leaned up against the wall trying to compose myself. Of course I wasn’t gonna tell the guys what Roger just told me, no. This was my mess and they don’t deserve this gossip, but I’ve got to see whether Roger Taylor was either playing me for a fool or if in fact he really is my—father.
In the weeks that went by after the award season was done, I called up my mom’s brother and sister, my uncle Bobby and aunt Jodie to finally see just what the truth was. I first arrived at my aunt Jodie’s home down in Sioux Falls and knocked on the door. The door opened after about five seconds and there stood my aunt Jodie, sheriff of the Sioux Falls police force.
“Hey, there’s my Tony award winning niece.”
“Aunt Jodie you know I didn’t win the award.”
“I don’t care you were denied that award. I’ve heard the album and I saw the show the day it came to Broadway and you were sensational!” I smiled and thanked her with a hug. “Come in, I was just making some coffee before I headed out to start my shift.”
“Oh well if you’re too busy we can talk later.” I said as I was gestured inside.
“Nonsense, besides I’m the sheriff I can come in whenever I want.” She bragged. I shook my head playfully at her as she went into the kitchen and got the coffee poured out. “So, you said over the phone that you wanted to talk about your mom, right?”
“In a way.” I said as I took one of the coffee mugs she soon came in with. She and I sat down in the dining room and she said.
“Okay. What’s going on?”
“Look I’m just gonna cut to the chase. Is Roger Taylor my father?” her eyes widened and she gulped noticeably.
“Wow. That is cutting to the chase.”
“Aunt Jodie please. I’ve—been literally freaking out about this ever since he told me after the Grammy’s……”
“Wait, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on. You mean you actually met him?”
“Is it true?!” I demanded. Aunt Jodie set her mug down and sighed heavily.
“God (m/n) you should’ve told her the truth.” She muttered into her hands as she buried her face into them.
“So it is true? Roger Taylor really is my dad?” she turned to me with solemn eyes and took my hand in hers.
“Your mom and Roger were a couple. And they seemed really happy with each other, even from being across the world from each other most days until one day she did move to London with him. God I could’ve sworn they would’ve been married by the end of the year. But you mom showed up at my apartment one night, drenched in the storm that was here that night with a heartbroken expression.”
“So—did he…..dump her? Break her heart?” I snapped lowly.
“Truth be told, your mom left him.” I looked at her in shock. “Yeah. It was also when she told me that she was pregnant. With you. Roger’s child.” She said as she stroked my cheek. I turned away from her and I said as I stared at my mug of coffee.
“Why the hell would she lie to me all these years?”
“Believe me sweetie. Your uncle Bobby and I tried to convince your mom to tell you the truth. Especially once you heard your first Queen song. And—” But before she could finish her statement, her phone rang. She picked it up and answered in a firm tone, “Sheriff Jodie……yeah. Okay. Alright I’ll be there soon.” She hung up and sighed heavily. “Sorry sweetie, the team needs me to do a press interview and it can’t wait any longer.”
“I understand.” I said solemnly.
“Here.” She spoke after a moment of silence. She went over to the living room where she kept all her books and reached the very top of it and pulled out a scrapbook. “Take this.” She handed it to me.
“What is this?” I asked.
“Your mom got into scrapbooking while she was up there. It—has all the pictures of her and Roger together. She told me to hide this shortly after you were born, but I think now since you know the truth, you should take it.” She held it out to me and I took it. “You know, if you don’t wanna wait for me. You can see your uncle Bobby. He might have some things to tell you.”
“Wait, uncle Bobby knows about this too?!” I said aghast. “Did the entire family know about this too? Did grandma and grandpa know about this too?”
“No. Just Bobby and I as her siblings. In fact your grandfather tried to keep your mom away from Roger when they started seeing each other. Said that he was no good for her.” With that she forced herself to leave the house so that she could meet for that press interview.
“Mom—why didn’t you ever tell me any of this?” I sighed as I left aunt Jodie’s place and headed 30 miles north to meet my uncle Bobby over at his place.
I arrived at his home/garage shop and we were both sitting down in the kitchen. He was currently eating a steak and potatoes and he even asked if I wanted anything but I told him I didn’t have the appetite to eat. I then explained to him everything that I had found out and it was then he gently lowered his fork filled with mashed potatoes and he said grimly.
“So you met your old man?”
“Got to perform with him actually. I know you really don’t do award shows except for the CMA’s but yeah. I performed alongside Queen and Adam Lambert at the Grammys back in February.”
“And he told you that he was your father?”
“Yeah. Aunt Jodie gave me mom’s scrapbook. Would’ve told me more but she had to do a press junket or something like that.”
“Always busy that little sister of mine.” He sighed solemnly. “Listen sweetheart; when your mom first started seeing Roger I knew a bit of his playboy rep. Then again what rockstar back then didn’t have one? I just told her to be careful. Sure I wasn’t all that thrilled with her dating a Brit but I couldn’t stop her. But when Jodie called and told me that she had come back home pregnant with you, I wanted to drag her ass back there and have her tell Roger what had happened.”
“So she left—because of me?”
“Of course not sweetie. Her reason was because of the fact that Queen was finally rising to the heights they had dreamed of. She—she was honestly scared of what Roger would say if she told him. Jodie and I tried to convince her but you know your mama. Stubborn as an ox. Much like yourself.”
He stood up and went to open a drawer and pulled out a small rusted box. He set it down before me and he told me.
“While your mom could never physically tell you the truth, she tried to see if she could write you a letter. She wrote one every year on your birthday, but could never find the heart to give them to you. She also even wrote some letters to Roger.”
“Let me guess, and she entrusted you with this like she did with aunt Jodie for the scrapbook.”
“There’s also this.” He left and grabbed an envelope from the kitchen cabinet where he would usually keep bills at. “This…..was the letter she wrote on her deathbed. She entrusted me to give this to you when you were ready. Well, guess now’s a good time as any.” He handed me the envelope and I held that along with touching the lid of the box to reveal hundreds maybe thousands of letters.
I tried to keep the tears at bay from the hurt I was feeling in my chest. Uncle Bobby was silence for a moment before he said to me.
“Take your time when you read these letters.”
After a couple of months of finally going through all the letter my mum tried to write to both Roger and myself throughout the years, and finally able to see every single picture of her and Roger together I was numb.
I was the only one left up on stage since everyone decided to go out to eat for their lunch break before tomorrow tonight’s performance which would in fact be Lin’s last performance with us on stage. I took out one specific letter that was actually written just a few days before my mom finally died of cancer, the letter that she was actually able to finish completely with supposedly the right words she needed to tell me.
I had read this letter so many times that I could recite it almost as easy as my lines and the songs from Hamilton. I sat down at the edge of the stage and looked down at it before taking out my phone and went through my rehearsal track and found the instrumental version of Burn.
Much like I had done once before when I was betrayed by my ex-fiancé at the time I was to star in the show when it first came to Broadway, I sung Burn aloud to myself filling each verse with as much emotion and betrayal I was feeling inside.
However unlike before, I couldn’t help myself but mix up some words to what I would normally sing on stage.
Play video
*Me*
I saved every letter you wrote to us
From the moment I read them
I knew you were his
He said you were his
Which makes me his
Do you know what aunt Jodie said,
When we saw your first record arrive?
You said, be careful with that one, love
He will do what it takes to survive
You and your words flooded my senses
Your sentences left me defenseless
You built me palaces out of paragraphs
You built cathedrals
I'm re-reading the letters you wrote to me
I'm searching and scanning for answers in every line
For some kind of sign
And when you were mine
The world seemed to burn.
Burn.
You published your works to the world
You told me of
How you brought my mom into your bed
In clearing your name
You have ruined my life
Do you know what uncle Bobby said
When he heard what you'd done?
He said, she’s partnered with an Icarus
He has flown too close to the sun
You and your words obsessed with your legacy
Your sentences border on senseless
And you are paranoid in every paragraph
How they perceive you
You, you, you!
I'm erasing you both from the narrative
Let everyone wonder how (Y/n) reacted
When you both broke her heart
You have torn it all apart
I'm watching it burn
Watching it burn
The world has no right to my heart
The world has no place in your bed
They don't get to know what I said
I'm burning the memories
Burning the letters that
Might have redeemed you both
You forfeit all rights to my heart
You forfeit the place in his bed
You'll sleep in your office instead
With only the memories of when you were mine
I hope you both
Burn
“I haven’t heard you sing that song with that much emotion since your ex fiancé cheated on you.” I turned around and there stood Lin. He took off his newsies hat and said. “You sure you don’t wanna tell me what’s going on? We’re all worried about you.”
“Just—some personal family drama Lin. You wouldn’t understand.” I said as I sat back down at the edge of the stage.
“I may not get it. But I am willing to lend an ear, if you’d like.” He said as he came up and sat down close to me. His shoulder brushing against mine as his legs mimicked the same way mine were swinging.
“Why do you always have to make me succumb to your charms Lin Manuel Miranda?” he shrugged while giving me the puppy dog eyes. I looked down at my letter before handing it over to him. “You can read it out loud if you’d like.”
“Are you sure?”
“It’s better than just you reading in silence. My thoughts will just attack me if there’s silence.” He took the letter from my hand and proceeded to read it.
“‘My darling (y/n). I’ve written this letter over a thousand times in both versions. I could never find the right words to say but with my time coming to an end, you deserve to know the truth. You know how you’ve always loved the songs from Queen? Well, it would seem fate has decided to let you hear them for you see your father is known other than the drummer of Queen.’ Whaaaat?”
“I know. In fact Roger Taylor himself told me he was my father right after the Grammy’s. That’s why I was late to celebration. I didn’t want to believe him, thinking he was a senile old man trying to mess with me. But—hehe turns out he wasn’t. I’ve got pictures from my mom’s scrapbook that she made while she was in London of her and Roger together. All domestic like or her being in the studio with them. And then my uncle shows me some of the many letters she’s tried to write not only to me but to Roger himself about this whole shitshow. So yeah Roger Taylor’s my long lost baby daddy. Surprise!”
“My god.” Lin said after a long pause. “No wonder you’ve been out of sorts lately. I can’t blame you.”
“I’m so confused Lin.”
“About what exactly?”
“Everything. My mom lied to me for so long. Not only to me but apparently to Roger as well cause my aunt Jodie said he never knew. But then again I feel this—utter hatred for Roger because he could’ve told me sooner the moment he found out. Or maybe it would’ve been better had he never told me at all. I mean—I never knew I had a dad. I always believe he never cared about me or my mom, or died of a drug overdose or whatever. It feels like—my whole life has been nothing but one big lie. My entire family knew this secret and yet I find out now almost 30 years later that my father is Roger Fucking Taylor. My idol and favorite member of my most favorite rock band!”
“That is seriously a lot to take in. I mean—if I were in your place I’d be reacting the same way. Lost, betrayed, confused, heartbroken.”
“I just—why would she lie to me? I thought we told each other everything, and she goes and hides for all my life of who my real father was.” I sighed heavily. “You know; I used to always come up with the worst scenarios of why I never had a father. It’s all ranged from the basic ‘you get rid of the baby or I’m leaving you’ scenario. To overdosing or whatever. Or just dying of cancer or some shit like that. But no he’s been living his life as a Rock god. I mean—I should hate him but……he never knew. But then he did, how?”
“Well from what I can tell, and from the pictures you’ve shown me of your mom, you both look similar in a way. But your actions is what really makes you like your mom. I’ve seen all the plays she’s been in as a dancer or ensemble and you have that same fire as she did on the stage. It’s like—you both were made for it.”
“But I guess I get it from both of them.”
“Yeah, you do.”
“Still I—I feel so angry with her for lying to me.”
“And it’s okay to be angry. And like you said, Roger didn’t know either. He was kept in the dark about it just as much as you were. But maybe when you got to know them along with Adam it might’ve brought some memories back.” He scooted closer to me and allowed me to rest my head on his shoulder.
“What do I do now?” I asked defeated.
“Well there is one option, but you’re not gonna like it.” We looked at each other and I said.
“You’re right I don’t.”
“But you’ve got to. (Y/n). you can be angry about this but don’t stay mad about it forever. Remember he didn’t know either. It’s not like he packed up and took off. Just tell him how you really feel. I’m not saying you have to accept him and call him dad as soon as you see him. Just—tell him you want to take things slow. Maybe go out for coffee or well tea since he’s British.” I softly laughed at that last remark. “Now there’s that fabulous smile my Eliza is known for.”
“Nice touch calling me my character’s name.”
“I know my Eliza like I know myself.” He shrugged.
“You know that’s Renée’s line right?”
“Yeah I know. Remember I wrote the script.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. C’mon Alexander, I’m hungry and we’ve got an until rehearsal.”
“Sure thing, let us spread our wings and fly away.”
“Okay now you’re just showing off.” I playfully shoved him as we left the theatre and went to go get lunch.
After another couple months, which made it four months since Roger Taylor told me the truth, I found myself in London to where I had told Roger and discussed with him with what I was feeling. He said he was willing to go at whatever speed I needed in order to process this whole thing.
One day after seeing them perform at MSG, Roger and I were sitting together at Central Park right by the Balto statue having a cup of coffee together.
“So what’s new with you my dear?”
“Well…..I’ve been giving this some thought. And—I think it’s time I announced my leaving of Broadway’s Hamilton. Maybe even leaving Broadway all together.”
“Really? What made you decide that?”
“Well. Truthfully I’ve been thinking about……moving to London.” He turned to look at me and I turned to face him. “Now before you say anything I know I should be thinking about this but I have. My aunt and uncle don’t even live remotely close to me so there’s nothing really tying me to New York. And also, I was—hoping that now that Queen’s done with touring for now, maybe you and I could……spend more time together.”
“I would like that very much.” He said with a warm smile. “I just hope you aren’t doing all this just for my sake. Like I told you before, I’m willing to go at your own pace.”
“And I thank you for that Roger. Truly I do. But…..I gotta stop giving into this anger that’s been festering up inside of me. After all you didn’t know about my mom being pregnant when she left you. And—I guess I just need some time away from home.”
“If you need a place to stay until you get on your feet. Or for even longer than that I will not say no to it. You can stay with Sarina and I. We’ve got more than enough rooms.”
“Thanks……..dad.” he looked at me surprised and he said.
“You—you actually called me…..”
“I figured it was about time I did so. I—hope I didn’t make things….”
“No, no, no, no, no not at all love.” He hesitantly reached up towards my face before he finally placed it up against my cheek. I closed my eyes and leaned into his palm. “God. You’re—the perfect mixture of both your mother and myself.”
“You know, Daveed always teased me about just how much I looked like you when you were in drag for the I want to break free music video.” He laughed.
“Oh god that was a fun day on set. Probably one of my favorite videos to shoot.” I smiled softly at him and leaned up against his shoulder and said.
“Do you think they would’ve liked me? John and Freddie I mean.” I felt Roger sigh heavily and he said as I felt his arms wrap around me.
“There’s no doubt in my mind Freddie would’ve tried to spoil you. And John, I’d bet he’d be trying to turn you against me.” I softly chuckled and embraced my dad and nuzzled my head into his shoulder.
The two of us hugging each other finally sitting together as a real father and daughter.
Alright in honor of yet another Queen member’s bday this month one week after his friend and brother Brian, HAPPY 70TH BIRTHDAY ROGER MEDDOWS TAYLOR!! From all of us to you we hope you have a great birthday and always keep rocking and being your awesome self. Now this is my first time ever writing a current Roger Taylor fanfic so I hope I get it right and I hope you all enjoy this. So not really any warnings except swearing and a tad bit of angst but it’s all FLUFFY FEELS in the end. Enjoy my lovelies :)
It all began in the winter 2016 when we were asked to perform live at the Grammy’s. By we; I mean Adam Lambert, myself and Brian. We were on the stage to wait the arrival of another artist we would be performing along with for the award show. Apparently she’s a big name in America specifically on the Broadway spectrum. I would know because my daughters can’t stop listening to her recent musical she was in, “Hamilton.”
“Brian, Roger, Adam.” The producer called out to us. There walking beside him was a beautiful young woman around her early 30’s with (h/l) (h/c). But what struck out to me was her eyes, she had the same blue eyes as I did, in fact she almost resembled me to a degree. Hell looking back on all the times I dressed in drag, it was like looking at an exact copy. “I’d like the three of you to meet the performer you’ll be singing (y/n) (l/n).”
“Hello, I know you lot get told this a lot but—you guys were such an inspiration to me growing up. And Adam, you’ve got a range that I’ve never heard on any performer.”
“And what of you? Mrs. Eliza?” Adam vocalized which made her giggle.
“Hamilton fan I assume?”
“Girl are you kidding me? The second I heard about the album from a friend of mine I couldn’t stop listening to it. Your tickets are nearly impossible to get now.”
“I know. I never expected it to boom as it did. But as soon as Lin called me about the script and wanted me to be a part of it, I knew I had to get involved. It’s unlike any musical I’ve been in before.”
“I’ll admit my youngest daughter loves the show and couldn’t stop talking about it when we were in New York.” Brian spoke up.
“Oh wow I’m honored Mr. May.”
“Oh love, Mr. May was my father, please call me Brian.” The two shook hands with each other and she then turned to me. God she looked so familiar not just with my looks but she also had the looks of someone I once knew a long time ago.
“And the famous Roger Taylor. I must say it’s because of you I sought out the drums in my middle and high school band.” I snapped out of my daze and we shook hands with each other and said.
“I bet you were probably the best drummer there ever was.”
“Indeed, got my band to win Districts every year.” She said. “Would’ve gotten state champion my junior year of high school but unfortunately a few of the kids in the strings had to screw up the notes.”
“Been there before, mostly with this guy’s strings breaking.” I gestured toward Brian.
“Oh well forgive me but at least I wasn’t the one who forgot the lyrics to my own song.”
“I thought I told you to never mention that again!” I hissed leaving Adam and (y/n) to laugh.
“So shall we run some sound checks for a bit? I was told we’ll be performing after Pink.” (y/n) stated and we were all in agreement.
Throughout the day I couldn’t stop thinking about (y/n). Just the way she presented herself on stage just reminded me of someone but I just couldn’t figure it out. After rehearsal one before the Grammys would begin in just 4 days, I sat in my dressing room when Brian came in and asked me.
“What is it mate? You’ve been out of sorts all day, what’s going on?”
“Brian, did…..did (y/n) look familiar to you?”
“You mean besides the fact she’s a Broadway star?”
“Brian I’m serious there was just something about her that just…..seemed familiar. Like I’ve seen her before.”
“You’re probably just overthinking this Rog, come and have a drink with Adam, (y/n) and I tonight. Adam’s buying this time after all.” I nodded and followed Brian to meet (y/n) and Adam outside.
We managed to find a nice restaurant pub nearby and as we ate a well earned late supper, Brian asked (y/n).
“So (y/n). How did you get involved with Broadway?”
“Well….it’s because of my mom. She was in Broadway, hell it’s been a tradition in my mom’s family. She was just a dancer but she was one of the best dancers according to critics.” At hearing that I choked on my water.
“Roger!” Adam exclaimed.
“Roger you okay?” asked (y/n).
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine just….went down the wrong pipe. Excuse me for a minute.” I raced out of the pub and into the fresh air as suddenly it occurred to me.
“Roger, what’s going on with you?” I heard Brian say.
“It all makes sense now. I should’ve remembered the last name, how could I be such an idiot?” I muttered to myself.
“Roger what are you talking about?”
“Do you remember when we did our last American tour at the start of the 80’s. And we performed at Madison Square Garden.”
“Yeah, where are you going with this?”
“Do you remember that Broadway show we saw? Umm West Side story I think it was? And I actually managed to hook up with one of the dancers.”
“Yeah (m/n). I remember you were crazy about her before you met Dominque.”
“I—I think the reason why she broke up with me was—because she was pregnant.”
“Hold on Rog. This is a serious allegation. You don’t think that (y/n) is…..”
“At first I didn’t get it but the more I look at her the more I see it. Brian she has my eyes, she’s almost like a reflection of me but with her mum’s hair. Brian I—I really think she’s my daughter.”
“So what are you going to do? You know you can’t just spring this up on (y/n) like this so suddenly.”
“I know, I know. I’ll….I’ll try to get alone with her and somehow slowly ease her into a conversation about her mum. Maybe I could even try to get reconnected with (m/n). To at least tell me why she never told me she was pregnant.”
“Now just be sure if you do get her contact information you don’t go off yelling at her. I’m sure she had her reasons…..”
“Reasons my arse Brian she kept my daughter away from me! I never even knew my first child would be a girl and I’ve missed so much….”
“Umm guys?” We turned to see (y/n) standing there. “Is everything okay?”
“No, I mean yes. Everything is fine love.” I assured her. Her eyes gave off that same look her mum always made when she was concerned for my wellbeing. God she really was my daughter.
“Okay, it’s just that you both were gone for a while and I got a little worried.”
“Don’t worry love, we’ll be just another minute.” She nodded before heading back inside.
“Just think about it carefully Rog. She seems to not know herself, so just proceed with caution.” Brian warned me one last time.
A couple days went by and it was just one more day till the Grammys. I was now standing before (y/n)’s dressing room finally seeing a chance to talk to her in private. I slowly reached my hand for the door and softly knocked on it and her voice rang out.
‘If it’s Debbie from the article fuck off I’m not giving you any dirt on Lin!’ God she really is my daughter.
“No love it’s Roger.” The door opened and she peeked out and said.
“Oh god I am so sorry about that Rog. I didn’t mean to do that I—”
“I get it, if you thought the press were bad today you should’ve seen them back in my day. God they literally camped outside your houses at the time.”
“Jesus, oh where are my manners please come in.” she said as she fully opened the door and allowed me inside. I walked in and she closed her door and she said. “Can I get you anything? I’ve got water, champagne, some wine, beer.”
“I wouldn’t mind a beer.” I answered.
“Coming right up.” She went over to the minifridge and pulled out two bottles of beer and handed one over to me. “So did you need anything?”
“Oh I just—see I feel like we haven’t really gotten the chance to really connect like you and Adam have, hell you even managed to spend some time with Brian and not get bored with him.” We both chuckled and I continued, “Only if you wish to. I don’t want to make you comfortable.”
“No, no it’s fine. I mean truthfully the reason why I never got to talk with you much is because…..well I’ve always been starstruck with you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah I know. All my friends had told me that out of every Queen member they’d be starstruck to meet it’d be Freddie. God rest his soul. I really am sorry about his death. I was just 11 years old when I heard the news. God I was depressed for weeks on end, couldn’t even listen to his voice without crying.”
“Yeah it—it was hard on all of us. I was actually on my way to see him. And I was just 300 yards away when I got the call….” I stopped as I felt tears fill my eyes. Jesus retelling that day always makes me emotional.
“But he’d be proud of what you guys have done for the band. As well as everything else you all have accomplished. Even Deacy.” She said as she reached out and took my hand. I smiled and placed my hand on top of hers. It was then a picture caught my eye that stood on her makeup stand.
She turned around and smiled softly and said.
“That’s a picture of my mom and I at my first Broadway leading role. It was in Les Misérables when I got Fantine.” She reached over and grabbed it and handed it to me. I took the picture in my hand and everything I had thought was officially confirmed.
There standing next to (y/n) was indeed (m/n) (l/n), the Broadway dancer I once fell in love with during our tour of America. She looked older than I last saw her, her hair was now a pixie cut short but she was still as beautiful as I remembered her being.
“Do you—still see her? I know life of a performer is tough and time constricting.” I asked her.
“I—visit her whenever I can. Bring her, her favorite flowers.”
“White lilies with baby’s breath.” We both said at the same time. Oh bugger. “How did you know that?” she asked.
“She—she uhh….” C’mon Roger say something clever you old bastard! “She just looks like the type of woman who would love those flowers.” Oh please buy it please buy it please buy it.
“Okay.” She said a bit wearily. “Well anyways I try to see her whenever I can. But it just gets harder and harder to visit her each time.” Huh? What did she mean by that? Is she sick? Was she abusive to her? Oh please tell me it wasn’t the latter.
“Whys that? If you don’t mind me asking?” I asked her. She took back the picture from me and said.
“Well I’d like to clarify where she’s staying isn’t exactly a sunshiny place. It’s always hard to visit a cemetery.” What? Oh no.
“I’m so sorry dear. You don’t have to tell me the reason why…”
“No I feel like I should. After all you’re taking the time to getting to know me, might as well learn the whole package. Well this past year hasn’t been easy on me and my family. My mom was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer. We—thought we’d have more time, but just as I was about to tell her that I got the leading lady role in Hamilton…..” she trailed off and clasped her hand over her mouth.
I did the only thing that I could think of. I wrapped my arms around her and lay her head on my shoulder.
“Tell me…..how do you make the pain go away?” she whimpered out. I squeezed her shoulder and rested my head on top of hers and answered her as honestly as I could.
“It’s hard, and it may never go away. But something that helps me cope with Freddie’s death is that I try to think of all the great times I had with him. I’ve been around the old bastard so much I know exactly what he would say to me if I allowed my grief to overcome me. He’d tell me; ‘oh stiff up a lip blondie! Stop feeling sorry for yourself, you tried your best and I know what you did. Now stop your whimpering you big softie’.” I soon heard a small laugh coming from her.
It was small but I at least got a smile from her, her mother’s smile just as I remembered it.
“Your mum knew you’d get the part, I’ll bet she had no doubt that you would. So I have a feeling she’d tell you to keep performing and don’t let her death stop you from your dreams.” I rubbed her arm comfortingly and kept her in my arms for a little bit longer until she finally calmed down. She separated herself from me and said.
“God I probably look like a mess right now.”
“Not at all.” I replied as I wiped a few tears stains from her face.
“Thank you Roger, I—haven’t been able to cry like that since the funeral.”
“I’m always here whenever you need to vent your grief. It’s not healthy to keep it inside, especially for a long period of time.” I said as I rubbed her back. She nodded and that’s when a knock was heard.
“Ms. (L/n), it’s time for final curtain rehearsal and discuss when you and Queen and Adam are going to perform.” One of the volunteers spoke out from the other side.
“Be right out just give me a few minutes.” She called back. “Well I better clean myself up.”
“I’ll leave you to it then.” I stood up and prepared to leave her dressing room when I was suddenly hugged from behind.
“Thank you again Roger, really. You don’t know how much it meant to me.” I heard her voice say into my shoulder. I smiled both with happiness but also grief as I turned and hugged her back.
“Anytime darling. Whenever you need to talk, I’ll be there.” She nodded then headed back over to her makeup chair and began cleaning herself up. I stood there and watched her for a few minutes, just seeing her mother in her and remembering all the times I spent backstage on her shows seeing her get ready.
Soon the big day arrived, the Grammy awards 2016. Brian, Adam and I were in our car being driven to the award show where we would walk the carpet and do a couple of interviews. Once we arrived, the crowd was already huge.
Hundreds of people screaming and cheering, hundreds of performers and nominees were strutting around getting their pictures taken. God what Fred would do if he were here right now, probably photobomb a few singers just to be cheeky. After getting a few pictures in, we were stopped for an interview.
Much of it I barely paid attention to, that was until a question regarding to (y/n) came up.
“So singing along with famed Broadway singer of the American musical Hamilton, what was that like for you? Is working with a Broadway star different than other singers?”
“Oh (y/n) was a huge joy to work with. She and I are practically best friends right now and promised me tickets to the next show.” Adam laughed. “No, no she’s an amazing performer and it’s no different than working with any other singer. Less drama of course but no she was wonderful to rehearse with and I can’t wait to perform live with her.”
“And Brian, Roger? Did you guys feel out of sorts working with her? Like did she feel lower to you cause she’s just a Broadway performer?” What kind of question is that?
“No, not at all. As Adam said she was wonderful to get to know. She’s definitely got some surprises in store for us tonight as she sings with us.” Brian answered.
“Yeah Broadway performers are no different than any other singer. It’s all about just mixing in the differences each performer’s got and she was a wonderful mix into this performance.” I replied without wanting to ring the interviewers neck speaking so lowly about Broadway performers.
After the interview I then saw (y/n) talking with a female interviewer. Wow and did she look beautiful. She wore a spaghetti strapped royal blue backless dress which had a small train at the bottom of it. Thinking it wouldn’t hurt to just go up and say a quick hello (after all I’ve seen actors and singers interrupt artists for a quick hello or greeting all the time).
“So yeah at first I was really nervous but then—Oh my god! Hey Rog!” She hugged me and I hugged her back saying.
“Hello love.”
“Also joining us is Queen’s drummer Roger Taylor, Roger how are you feeling?” the interviewer asked.
“Tired.” I answered which made us all laugh. “But also honored to be here, this is our first Grammy performance in like 20-30 years so it’ll be interesting to see how much has changed.”
“Don’t worry not a lot. I was just asking (y/n) how she felt singing with Queen and Adam.”
“Well I can tell you it’s been an honor to perform alongside a talented young woman like (y/n). She’s been an absolute pleasure to sing with and I can see why so many people love her in Hamilton.”
“Oh Rog stop you’re making me blush.” (y/n) groaned out as she tried to hide her face.
“Well I won’t keep you guys any longer. Good luck tonight and we’ll all be cheering for you.”
“Thank you.”
“Thank you so much.”
“No thank you. Cheers you two.”
“Bye.” We both walked away and as the press continued to holler and command more photos I said to (y/n).
“You look beautiful love.”
“Thanks, and you pretty handsome yourself.”
“Once a long time ago.” I stated.
“Hey now don’t say that.” She said as she playfully shoved me.
“Well then, shall I have the honor of escorting you inside milady?”
“Why of course you may.” She said in probably the most exaggerated British accent I had ever heard but I let it slide. I hooked my arm out and she wrapped her arm around mine and the two of us walked inside.
“Well I’ll see you soon up on stage. My assigned seating is with my cast members since Hamilton is up for best musical album.” She said.
“Will do love, and good luck. I have a feeling you guys will win so many awards.” I told her. She kissed my cheek and then headed out to meet with some of her cast members who were already there. Seeing her with all her friends made me feel warm hearted.
“So you still gonna tell her after the show?” I heard Brian’s voice say.
“If I don’t I may never get a second chance. But there’s also something in me to not tell her. I mean what will she think of me when I do tell her?”
“I wish I could tell you what to do Rog, but only you can make that call. But whatever you choose, just make sure you don’t regret it.” It was decided.
As the show went on, (y/n)’s first performance would be with her cast members singing the opening number of Hamilton. And hearing the song with my own ears, I was mesmerized, especially when she got to stand center stage singing the story of Alexander and his mother’s life after the father split.
Much like Queen, every voice blended so well together. Even though there were so many of them, I could easily pick out each voice individually and hear it and their harmonizing just sent shivers up my spine. By the end of the song, the audience roared in applause that I only heard in our concerts, but of course I was probably the loudest cheering for my girl.
As the show continued, we were now preparing to do our number. I saw (y/n) take her spot by the piano and I walked up to her and said.
“You’re gonna do great love.”
“I know, I’m just nervous that I’ll mess up a key or note and end up messing you all up.”
“Don’t worry love, you’ll do great. I have faith in you.” I assured her as I placed my hand on her shoulder giving her a gentle squeeze.
“How do you always know what to say Roger Taylor?” she asked as he placed her hand on top of mine.
“It comes with being old.” I teased which made us laugh.
“Okay boys, Miss, we’ll be live in 2 minutes.” Said one of the producers.
“Well better get back up there.” I gestured towards my drum set. She nodded and I walked away from the piano and sat down at my drum set twirling my drumstick in hand getting my head in the game.
“Welcome back to the 58th Grammy awards. And now for the long awaited performance of a lifetime. These guys have been kick butt in the music industry for years selling off millions of records since the 1970’s and joining them the runner up of American Idol as well as the leading lady of Hamilton. Here is (Y/n) (l/n), Queen and Adam Lambert.” The audience cheered and soon (y/n) began playing the piano as Adam began to sing “Don’t stop me now”.
Adam took the first verse of the song and as the song picked up Brian and I joined in with (y/n)’s piano playing as well as the bass player who was up on stage with us. Lights flashing and Adam’s vice echoing through the speakers as he led the crowd in his own fashion.
By the second verse, the spotlight came onto (y/n) who kept playing the piano and I could hear the cast of Hamilton cheering for her. Along with that soft soprano voice she used for her role as Eliza, for this song she unleashed such a raw, rock and roll alto range. It was almost like if you could convert my rang into a woman’s voice, that’s (y/n).
Also people suspect that most Broadway stars just sing and dance, well not this girl. She’s told us that her mum taught her how to do the piano and guitar so she truly is a triple threat.
Along with playing and singing backup vocals on my cue, I couldn’t help but watch my daughter perform as at the instrumental break, her and Adam now stood side by side together and side stepped with each other like they practiced during rehearsal, she was a born performer. Whether Broadway or Rockstar, she was mine and her mother mixed together.
And that was enough for me to love her even more.
By the end of our piece, the audience was in a stadium sized cheer as we all came together at center stage, (y/n) standing between Adam and I as we waved of saluted to the audience in thanks.
More awards were given and soon it came time for award for ‘Best Musical theater album.’ An announcer read up all the musicals up for the award; Hamilton, An American in Paris, Fun Home, The King and I, and Something Rotten!
“And the winner of the best musical album goes to…..” all was silent and even I was tensed up with anxiety as I just wanted to race up there and rip the envelope myself. I could do it much faster than this guy. Finally it was open and he smiled and exclaimed into the microphone, “HAMILTON!!” I cheered out as loud as I could and whistled just as loud.
I could see (y/n) hugging her cast mates and everyone involved with the musical raced down the runway and up the stage as the audience roared with applause as the score of the opening number was playing and on the screen showed some shots of some of the actors in costume, including (y/n).
I wiped away the tears in my eyes as I kept cheering for (y/n). She may think that no parent was there to see her get this award, but in truth she did have a father who was so proud of her and I just know (m/n) is cheering and crying in heaven.
Once the award show was finally over, I could see the entire cast of Hamilton all outside in a group huddle cheering and crying out as some of them including my girl holding a Grammy trophy. Everyone was talking over each other in pure excitement that was until Lin’s proclaimed.
“Okay Hamilton cast, first round of drinks are on me tonight!” Everyone cheered and they all walked on ahead, that was until (y/n) spotted me. She smiled and ran towards me and tackled me in a hug.
“Ohh I’m so happy you got to see it happen!” she exclaimed.
“Congratulations love. You and your castmates deserved to win.”
“Why don’t you come celebrate with us?” she offered.
“Oh no, no. You wouldn’t want an old grizzly man to cramp your style dear.”
“Hey what did I just tell you earlier?” she mocked.
“Besides; Brian, Adam and I need to be on the next flight out of here back to London to start planning our European tour.”
“So—this is it?” she asked sadly. “Wow it…..it feels like this has all ended too fast.”
“I know what you mean. But you still got so many more awards to win love, you should be focused and celebrating every chance you get. Especially since rumor has it you’re up for a Tony award.”
“Yeah, never did I think I would ever get nominated for one. It’ll be my first nomination.”
“And I pray that they’ll call you Tony Award winner (y/n) (l/n) after you win it.” I said as I cupped her face and stroked her cheek.
“Thank you for everything Roger. And it was an honor to play alongside you. Give my love to Brian and Adam for me will you?”
“Of course.” We both kissed each other’s cheek and she went on ahead.
“Oh hey, next time you three are in New York, come see us. I can have security let you in backstage before and after the show!”
“We’ll take you up on that offer.” C’mon you old fool she’s walking away. You’ve got to tell her now. Do it! Do it! “(Y/n) wait!” she stopped and turned back around.
“Yeah Rog?” I walked up towards her and nervously stammered out.
“I—I uhh….Can we…..can we talk for a minute before you go? Privately.”
“Sure Rog, let me just text Leslie since he’s my ride to the bar.” She quickly sent a text to Leslie and once she saw the reply she said, “Okay he’s gonna wait for me in the parking garage and let the others know to wait for us. Where do you want to talk?”
“Mind if we go to my dressing room?” she shook her head and we both walked along to where Brian and I shared a dressing room before the performance. Once we got in she immediately set herself down on the couch and took off her heels.
“God even though I wear heels every night on stage, I still don’t get used to stilettos. Whoever invented those heel brands must’ve had no skin whatsoever.”
“Yeah, they are a real pain in the arse.” I told her.
“So what do you want to talk about Roger?” she asked.
Here it was, the moment of truth. It was either say it now or let it blow up in your face.
“You—you remember how I knew your mother’s favorite flowers?”
“Yeah.” She said wearily.
“Well, I was completely honest with you (y/n).”
“What are you talking about?”
“I—I knew your mother.” I saw her eyes slowly widen as she just stared at me.
“You knew my mother?”
“Yes. I first met her back in 1980. It was after a Madison Square Garden show, Freddie, John and I went to go see West Side Story at the time, and when I saw your mother on stage…..it was like I was looking at a true dancer on the stage. She outshined everyone.”
“Yeah she was known for that.” (y/n) reminisced.
“After the show I went up and talked to her. Of course she was feisty but I couldn’t help myself. I was drawn to her, and soon we eventually became friends. Very good friends.”
“But…..if you guys were so close, how come she never spoke to me about you?” I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled and I said.
“I’m sorry I have to tell you this, and you may hate me after I tell you. Maybe even think I’m a horrible person but I swear I didn’t know.”
“Didn’t know what? Roger please you’re scaring me. Just tell me what this is all about?” I looked down at my feet for god knows how long before I finally looked up at her and told her straight up.
“I’m your father.”
All was silent as her face slowly turned from shock to absolute horror.
“At first I didn’t know when we first met. But there was something about you that just seemed familiar. Then the dinner when you said your mum was a Broadway dancer it got me freaked out thinking that it wasn’t possible, but then seeing a picture of your mum it only confirmed everything. I didn’t know she was pregnant I woke up one morning and she was just gone leaving a note telling me she was sorry. I don’t mean to spring this on you at once but I—”
“Stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.” She muttered in haste as she held out her hand.
“(Y/n) I’m sorry I just……”
“Stay away from me.” She sneered.
“(Y/n) please I swear I…..” but she kept interrupting me as I kept trying to explain myself as gently as I could. She kept muttering to herself till suddenly I felt this sharp pain across my face and I found myself down on the ground.
“Just stay away from me! You’re a crazy, senile old man. Just stay away from me or I’ll call the police!” she then raced out of the dressing room, but I could hear the sounds of her crying echoing through the hallway as she ran.
I blew it. Now that all was said and done, I blew it. She knew the truth and seeing her so upset just broke my heart. I didn’t mean to confuse her or make her mad I just—maybe I was being selfish.
It had been about four months since the Grammy’s and ever since I told (y/n) the truth, I just couldn’t think right. Even during rehearsals with Brian and Adam my head just wasn’t in the game as it usually was and they could tell but they didn’t push. Can’t say the same for the managers as well as the touring manager since we needed to prepare for our next upcoming tour.
“Roger?” I heard my wife Sarina call out to me.
“Please love I….I need a moment to myself.”
“Rog, I think you should really come to the living room. Someone came all this way to see you, and it’d be rude to just toss her out into the London streets.” I looked up at her and asked.
“Who is it?” she gestured with her finger to follow her. We walked out of my basement studio and came to the living room to see Tiger Lilly, Rory, and Lola sitting with (y/n).
I couldn’t believe it, all my girls together and talking with each other.
“I—hope I’m not intruding or anything.” (y/n) answered nervously as she fiddled with her fingers.
“No not at all.” I replied.
“Girls why don’t we give them some privacy?” Sarina suggested and soon my three girls left us to chat.
“Didn’t feel the need to tell them quite yet.” She replied softly.
“Although I bet Tiger and Lola would flip knowing that Elizabeth Schuyler is their sister.” She softly smiled and then looked up at me.
“I—I made some calls to my uncle Bobby and aunt Jodie, my mom’s siblings and told them if they knew. And—turns out you weren’t some crazy old man. Apparently when my mom found out she was pregnant with me, she didn’t want to tell you. She claimed that Queen was finally getting the recognition that you guys deserved and she knew you weren’t the type to settle down. She thought you’d leave her or ask her to abort me. So she just decided to pack up her stuff and moved back to the states and never wanted to contact you again.”
“What?” I muttered in shock.
“That’s what my aunt and uncle said. And now that I think back, she always did step out of the room and never spoke when I would play a Queen record or when one of your songs came on the radio. She never said she hated you guys, just—couldn’t listen to your songs. And apparently she knew when it was a song written by you.” I smiled sadly and stated.
“(Y/n) I—I never wanted to confuse or hurt you.”
“I know you didn’t. I shouldn’t have acted like that.”
“No you had every right to act the way you did. I know I would.” I said as I sat in front of her. Hesitantly I reached out and cupped her face in my hands and lifted her head up so that I could look into the blue eyes she inherited from me. “Listen (y/n); I have missed so much in your life. Your first steps, first word, the first show you got casted in, every important thing in your life. And I can understand if you don’t want me to be a part of it now. After all you’ve become successful on your own and have grown into such a beautiful young woman.”
“It was hard believe me.” She choked out.
“But you made it. Look at you now. And your mum would be so proud of you.” I saw tears drip down her face and she nodded.
“It’ll be hard, after all I never knew I had a dad. So I assumed it was just my mom and me, it’ll take some time to get used to having a dad but—will you be a part of my narrative?” I only smiled and quoted her character’s famed quote.
“That would be enough, love.” We immediately held each other. I felt her bury her face into chest and I buried my face into her hair inhaling her scent. I held her as tight as I could and couldn’t stop the tears falling down my face.
God I can’t believe this. I had another baby girl, and at last I finally got the chance to hold her in my arms. My eyes, attitude and looks along with her mother’s as well as her mother’s hair, we made a perfect Broadway angel.
About a week later it was the premiere of the London production of Hamilton. As a first success, the American cast came to kick off the show and then auditions would begin here in London. With the help of (y/n), she gave all of us tickets and the best seats for the show. Not just my family but Brian’s as well as Adam and his parents. And seeing my angel in her element on stage in full costume and makeup, she reminded me of her mother but also had the front lady essence that Fred once had.
But the number that got me the most was the number ‘That would be enough’ when Eliza confirmed to Hamilton of her pregnancy after he was forced to be sent home from the war. The lyrics hit me so hard and the chemistry between my daughter and Lin-Manuel Miranda made me think of me and (m/n).
I also saw how on certain parts of the lyrics especially towards the end of the song, I saw how she would look right at me. The way she evoked raw emotion and even allowed tears to fall down her face just shot some serious feels (at least I think that’s how Lola says people call it now) right in the heart.
I was proud of my Broadway baby, I’m glad that now we can be apart of each other’s lives now. And that was enough.
