A/N: Extremely short fic today. I'm singing at the District Music Festival tonight, I'm a little nervous, and this helped take my mind off of it. So enjoy!
A/N2: Everyone that commented on my last one shot, I love dearly. You were amazing! I never expected so many reviews for one little story before. Thanks so much!
Disclaimer: Don't own. Very sad. But also very true.
The reason why Roger sang, I always assumed, was because something just happened that he didn't expect.
For example. There was one day where his mother called, saying she was going to come for a visit in a few days. The first thing he did was drop the phone and mutter, "Shit…"
The second thing he did was sing. Anything. Anything he could put a melody to. Mostly, "I'm gonna die..." or "Kill me now..."
Another example. April died. At first, he couldn't do anything but stare at that bathtub for days at a time, claiming it was still red and still smelled of death, even though I had cleaned it reluctantly time and time again. But then, again, he started singing. This time his lyrics weren't sarcastic.
"Glory on another empty life..."
"Time flies...time dies..."
"Time flies and then no need to endure anymore..."
My last example, the one I'm most proud of, is the first time we kissed. I was sick of holding back all the time. Sick of lying to him.
I was falling in love with my best friend.
So one night, he was playing his guitar, as usual, and I walked over, sat down on the couch next to him and kissed him. It wasn't frail or weak. It wasn't hard or painful. It was beautiful. And as he was running his hands through my hair and running the other up my back, I could tell he'd been feeling the same way about me.
For the next few days, he walked around our loft with a huge smile on his face, occasionally breaking out into song verses.
"It's only love, God, it's only love..."
"You are always the light in my eyes..."
"Smile and send me to oblivion..."
But with this last example, I noticed something different then the other ones. Every time Roger began to sing, he would glance up at me first to make sure I was listening. Once eye contact was made, he would take a breath and just...sing.
Only this time I know he wasn't singing to cope with the unexpected.
He was doing it because he was certain that I'd always be listening.
A/N: This actually helped last time, I got more than three times more reviews than I normally do. Was that even grammatically correct? Eh, it's been a long day. ANYWAY. Read and review and I'll love you forever. I sound slightly desperate, but hey...I'm always desperate for feedback