You were late, although. The tube is so unreliable, you know how it is. You arrived there to find a few people there, you saw Fred sitting on the edge of the stage talking to Brian. It was quite surreal, you knew that they were going to make it into the big time. He introduced you to Brian and you chatted for a bit. Time almost flew, Queen's gig was about to begin. The other acts were ok too, they were pretty fashionable for the time. You grinned widely, this is pretty good for a fantasy, you said to yourself. It began. Quite disappointly, they were having a bad night. Not only a bad night, surprisingly they were quite terrible. Freddie was offkey, John kept on missing his queues, Brian didn't have a sixpence on him (for his plectrum) and Roger was sadly distracted. You never thought it that an "off" night would exist with one of the greatest bands in the free world, but it did happen. And it happened in my game.
You started to get nervous, what were you going to say to the boys afterwards? Would you essentially ignore the fact that they didn't have a good night? Would they have noticed?
"Hey guys.. what happened?" You said, trying not to connentate a bad performance.
"What do you mean, what happened?" Freddie retorted.
Roger looked back at you, his schoolboyish face was astonished. "God, Fred, give her a break. It's not fault we weren't good tonight."
You smiled at Roger. "Thank you, sweet cakes. Did you find the jacket by the way?" You asked, picking up your gear.
Aughto. Roger suddenly looked worried. "You shouldn't have said that." Freddie was called back to the fight with Roger. He flared out and began one of his infamous tantrums.
"Yes, Roger? Where is my jacket??!"
Argh! What are you going to do?
Run down the fire escape with Roger
Distract Freddie with detaching the bottom of his microphone stand to make a new icon out of him
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