1975, after “a night at the opera” was recorded.

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roger is cocky. But not too cocky. Sure he loves the attention. He loves the spot light. But sometimes it’s too much.

he didn’t like the way when lots of people were talking and admiring him, that they’d turn around and talk to you. Who in their right mind would take to him when you were around.

”beautiful…” they think when they stare you down. “Just like a songbird…” where you hit your stage name from, Birdy, everyone called you that. Including Roger.

but they didn’t know that he had you in his bed every night

they didn’t know that he would lie on your chest, skin to skin. And massage your chest while you played with his hair, every so often kissing the top of his head.

Roger: “can we eh.swap positions..?” He asks in a shy manner.

roger didn’t like being vulnerable. He hated it. But god did he want it…he wanted to be loved and cared for, he just couldn’t bring himself to say it. But you knew he needed it. you never brought it up with him…you just did it. No questions asked.

he didn’t feel like a real man

roger: c’mon…I ain’t doing my job…I should be the one coddling you…not the other way round… his voice is raspy from smoking like a chimney