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“Fuck!”
It was you first day of practicals and you were late. Very late.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
You had no idea of how have you managed to get the chance to do your practicals with Queen.
Queen.
Your favorite group.
You hardly believe your ears when Ms.Right told you that a colleague of her needed some help while he was on tour with Queen. That she wanted you to be the person because she knew you would be perfect because you were the most hard-working person in the class. And that was true, you were being extra hard-working because you were afraid to waste the opportunity of studying in another country for a whole year. But regarding the part of you being perfect for it you had your doubts. Why? Because you don’t trust your nervous being trying to cure some wound or even speak to the Queen members without telling them how much you love them and their music. Anyway, you said “yes, of course I will be interested” and now you were half dressed, half disheveled and half makeup on your way to meet Dr.Brown and, more important, the band.
You were supposed to be at 8.00 a.m in a warehouse in the outskirts of London were all the trailers and buses for the tour were going to be prepared for the next day,
But it was 9.00 a.m. You were arriving one hour late and you wanted to die.
Once you arrive there you saw like 100 people shouting to each other, 1000 boxes everywhere and nobody listening to you asking for Dr.Brown.
“Excu-... nope. Sorry you know wer-... great” You started to lose you patience when someone approached you.
“Sorry are you searching for someone? Because if not I would want you to leave, this is only for staff”
“Oh, yes, I’m searching for Dr.Brown, I’m [y/n], I’m doing some medical practicals with him”
“Finally! He’s been waiting for you for a while. Come with me!”
You follow him through all the mess that getting ready for a tour was till you arrive to a small bus. A tall, old man with a funny moustache and a kind look was at the door and he knew the moment he saw you worried face that you were his new assistant.
“Arriving an hour late to your first day…”
You began to sweat even more that you already were and when you were ready to say something and apologize when he interrupted you.
“I like you! But don’t get used to it, ok?” He started to shake your hand strongly “I’m Dr.Brown as you may have notice but you can call me Mike”
“Mike.. ok. I’m [y/n]. I’m so sorry for the delay the alarm clock-”
“Oh no, no… no apologies. Is just fine, today we don’t expect to have a lot of work you know, only minor injuries from the workers. I wanted you to come today to show you our little home for the tour” He hit two times the bus gently “And to tell you what I expect from you, understand?”
“Yes” Is the only thing you sad although you wanted to ask when you can meet the band itself.
“You will meet the boys tomorrow by the way, they are not here today” Was he a mind reader or did you just have it written in you face?
You smile gently and follow him. He seemed to be a nice person, the kind that makes jokes of everything and tries to make the other feel relaxed and comfortable. You liked him. Once inside the bus you realize that it wasn’t a normal one. It had what it seemed a little kitchen with a table in the center and a sofa and in the other side a hospital gurney and some medical equipment. It was all a little bit chaotic and strange and you thought that it was going to be impossible to attend someone there but you later discover that there was an extra ambulance in every concert just in case and you feel relief.
You also visited a little room inside the warehouse that was supposed to be the place the guys use for rehearsals and their bus (yes, it was quite more bigger and luxury than yours of course)
“So… that’s all. I’ll see you tomorrow. You don’t need to came at 8.00 a.m if you don’t want to, just be sure to be here before the buses leave, ok? He laughed.
“Right” You laughed too. “I will be here at 8.00 anyway and this time I promise to be on time” You said goodbye and started your way home.
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“Fuck”
You have left for the last thing to pack and you weren’t finding anything at all. That plus the anxiety of going finally on tour the next day, meeting the boys and the thoughts of going to be a mess trying to help the doctor were going to kill you but you managed to relax as much as possible and you finish packing.
You lay finally in bed after checking 1000 times the two alarm clocks that you have decided to use. You close your eyes and the weight of all the stress made you fall asleep quickly.
Tomorrow was going to be a hard, amazing day.
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“Good morning, [y/n]. You are punctual!”
“Good morning, Mike. And, yes. I told you”
“Great, great” He let you sit beside him in the little sofa that was inside your bus that apparently was going to be your bed at nights. “The boys are rehearsing for the last time here so when they finish and they instruments are packed we are ready to go.”
“Nice, I can’t wait” You couldn’t hide your excitement. It was in fact the most exciting day of your life so far.
“Oh, you are going to love it, they are great live and don’t usually give us lots of trouble”
You couldn’t wait, you know form inside that it was going to be amazing.
“Would you like to see them now?”
“What?! Can I?”
“Well, they don’t usually like us to be around when they are having these little fights while rehearsing but it’s your first day with them and they may be allow you to be there”
Please, please, please.
“I’m going to ask, alright?”
“Alright”
You heart was pumping so fast that you have to close your eyes while waiting in the bus trying to relax. Your head was full with the images of the possible scenarios. What were you going to say if they allow you to be there? Should you talk? Should you introduce yourself or just be there quiet not to screw up? Because you are sure you will say something inappropriate like “I love you”, “You are amazing and I want to marry all of you”.
“Are you ok?”
A familiar voice suddenly interrupted you thoughts and when you opened your eyes and looked at the person that was at the door your heart stopped. Literally.
“Hello? You look like having a panic attack or something”
A pair of big blue eyes were watching you with a little concern.
“Emmm… yes “ You managed to say not knowing how.
“Nice. I’m looking for Dr.Brown, do you know where he is?” He smiled at you gently.
“He.. he… he is not here” Damn, very clever, as if he doesn’t have eyes to see that.
“Yes, I see” He laughed. “The thing is that I injured myself while playing and I need someone to cure it” He showed you his left hand, his fingers were covered with some blood. “So...I’m going to go search him”
“I think he is in the rehearsing room” Relax yourself and be kind. He’s just a normal human being (in the body of a God). You can do this.
“Oh! We must have crossed then. Thank you!” And he started to go away when you stopped him.
“I can cure your fingers if you want”
“Really?” He looked suddenly very confused.
“Yes, I’m a medical student. I’m doing my practicals with Mike”
“Oh, nice!”
He entered the bus and sit in the gurney waiting for you to start. You standed up and began to put the gloves on. You were shaking and it was so obvious that an astronaut from the International Space Station will be able to notice it.
“Are you nervous?” He was looking at you with a funny smile.
“Yes… it’s my first day and I want to do things right” And you make me feel more nervous with that fucking perfect face of yours.
“Well, don’t be. I don’t usually bite, only on special occasions” You look at him and he winked at you making your cheeks turn red like a tomato.
You managed to prepare a gauze with some antiseptic and, with all the care your trembling hands allowed you, you took his hand and begin to apply the red product.
“Are you going to be with us during all the tour then?”
“Yes” You relaxed as your felt that he was trying to make you feel comfortable with him. “Or maybe I am a disaster and Mike decides to fire me before” Both of you laugh and smiled at each other.
“I’m sure you are going to do great. You are doing amazing now being you first time curing a rock star”
“Do you consider yourself a rock star? A little pretentious don’t you think?” You both laugh. Again. And the nerves were vanishing because he was really charming and funny. Damn.
“Hey, I don’t know you name. Mine is Roger by the way but I think you know that”
“[y/n]”
“Great name”
“Thank you” You apply a little more of the product before finishing. “I think that should be enough. Try to be more careful next time, ok?” You stopped grabbing his hand and went to throw the gauze to the rubbish.
“Yes, yes. You know… I love the guys but sometimes I lost my temper with them so I imagine that I’m hitting his heads instead of the drums and things like this happen”
You laugh at his words like a fool one more time.
“I’m not going to put you a bandage because I want to let it dry so try to be careful. If tomorrow you need to play the drums come and either Mike or I will put some protection on the injury, ok?”
“I can’t promise anything. I love doing things with my hands you know…” He gave you that look somebody gives you to tease you and you know it so you decided to follow his game just a little.
“Like playing drums, eating, reading book…?” You smiled back.
“Among other things” He liked your answer and the way you looked at him and proceed to tease you a little bit more. “But you have forgotten the most important one”
“Really? And what is it?” Now you heart was pumping fast again waiting for the obvious answer that was written in his face.
“Well…” He was standing up now and approaching you dangerously. “It is-”
“Great news [y/n]! They don’t mind- Oh! Roger! I didn’t know you were here, I was looking for you! The guys told me you have hurt yourself playing”
“Yes but don’t worry Mike, [y/n] has already cure me, and she did amazing” He winked at you again. And the tomato cheeks appeared again.
“That’s nice! Well done [y/n], first test passed”
You just simply smiled.
“Well, I have to return to the rehearsing room again” He turned to look at you. “I’m not playing, I promise, but I have to be sure that the others don’t kill each other. Nice to meet you girl, and nice to see you Mike”
“Nice to see you too, Rog. Don’t come to visit often, please”
He laughed. “I’m the most injured one always and that’s a tradition I don’t want to ruin. Besides, now you have extra aid”
“I don’t think she wants to be curing you all the fucking time, she need to do other things” He said in a funny tone.
Curing that cute, hot, funny, charming drummer all the time? That wouldn't be a problem at all. Or maybe yes because I don’t want to fell in love with him. Or do I? No, no… he is a famous person who has all the girls he wants and I’m not going to allow that happen. I’m just going to have fun and be professional.
“[y/n]?” You heard Roger’s voice coming from the door.
“Yes?”
“I’ve said that it’s playing Scrabble”
You didn’t understand.
“My favourite thing to do with my hands is playing Scrabble” He smiled and winked at you one last time before leaving.
And you knew in that moment that if he was going to be like that with you the whole tour you were fucked. A lot.