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Dear Roger,
I've decided that I'm going to write letters to you. However, unlike other letters I write, these aren't ever going to be posted.
When we first met, you looked strangely pretty for a boy but bloody hell, rog. I turned around on stage last night and your face has never looked more beautiful. And when you laughed at me when i messed up that chord, I was tempted to mess up the whole set so I could see you laugh again. Of course I wouldn't as I'm sure you would have been bloody furious with me after. And when you came forward to bow, you put your arm around my shoulders and grinned, I think I could have fallen dead right there and then. I don't think you should ever stop smiling. That would be a splendid catchphrase for the band. Perhaps I'll suggest it tomorrow. "Dont forget to smile" Anywho. I'm never going to rake up the balls to ever tell you but in my head, I have and you're blushing madly. If I imagine anymore, I'll either end up with a serious problem or depression knowing you'll never be mine.
Love, Brian.
Dear Roger,
Nothing has changed since the first night. Even though I couldn't keep my mouth shut this afternoon at rehearsals, I swear I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll admit, you are quite the fireball. Because I know no one will ever know about these I'll admit another secret. Our argument may have riled me up a bit. Blooming mad or smiling like anything, you're incredibly dashing. I'll probably apologise after supper for I don't think I'll be able to rest knowing that I've made you upset. I promise I'll try twice as hard tomorrow it's just that I swear that the lyrics and the tune of the song just don't match up. If it'll make you happy, I'll zip my mouth and compromise. Anything for you, Roger.
Love, Brian
Dear Roger,
It’s getting a bit tiresome isn’t it. Playing at those rundown pubs getting nothing but a bit of a clap at the end. Tim’s also getting a bit flaky. Can you believe this, a few more months and we’ll be through. I’ll go try for a degree, you’ll become a dentist. I’ll definitely come to you for a checkup, by the way. But I think you deserve more than that life. You deserve to be the king of the world. Treated like a Queen. I would. I don’t think you’d like being pampered like a lady, I’d still do it anyway. Anywho, I hope tomorrow brings us change.
Love, Brian
Dear Roger,
Now I’m even more uncertain of our future (not our future together at, I’m 100% certain that it’ll be non-existent). Tim’s out of here and that strange Freddie lads here. He’s jolly fun and has a great taste in music but we’ll see how far we get with someone like him as our singer. It was odd to have him flounce around knowing that we would become a band but I guess things went in his favour.I’ve also noticed that you’ve picked up smoking. I’m not going to force you to stop or anything but please be careful. I’d hate for you to fall ill. We’ve got a week before our next gig and we still don’t have a bassist. Perhaps I’ll get Freddie to pick it up. There is that Deacon fellow, rather quiet he is. Anywho, I’ll see you tomorrow
Love, Brian
Dear Roger,
Things are looking up for us aren’t they. Freddie is fantastic, John is sufficient. Of course Fred’s messed up several times but I think his voice evens it out. He’s got all these ideas, I’m. It quite sure I can keep up. Also, don’t think I haven’t noticed you biting your tongue. Your input is welcome, dear. Freddie is intent on getting an original record out so we’ve got to rake up a hell load of money. AND DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THE NAME. Queen?! It’s outrageous! No one will ever take us seriously! I really do hope that Freddie will come to his senses.
Still loving you, Brian
Dear Roger,
I’ve gotten used to our new band name and honestly, I’m quite proud of it. But apart from that I’m quite...depressed, you could say. Why? Well, you’ve hooked up with another woman today and my goodness, she’s quite a beauty and that tears me up. My love, please save me. I can’t face this life alone. I feel ever so vulnerable, as if I’m as naked as the day I was born. As if I’m miles and miles away from home. I should probably stop writing letters as it only shatters my heart more and more but then all of my love will be bottled up inside and I’m rather quite afraid that it may eat me from the inside. So perhaps I will write again, definitely not as regularly.
Love, Brian
Dear Roger
Bloody hell, your voice. In Smile, you didn’t really showcase your talents but in Queen! Wow! You’re spectacular! And while playing the drums. Our first album is being dropped tomorrow. Can you believe it? I surely can’t. Since my last letter, I’m positive that you’ve hooked up with at least 20 ladies. Is it painful? Yes, very much so. But I’m going to make it a fact that I’ve moved on. I’ve met a very lovely lady, she’s sweet and kind and very gorgeous. Thank you for this short love quest but I’m sorry to say that it’s finished.
Platonically love, Brian