Neverending...QueenLamb

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„ Read you email, Bri? " shouted from the mixing console the gray-haired man on the other with his dark brown hair, sitting behind the glass and playing a melody on the dark red guitar.

"You mean the one, who sent Spike about the boy from Idol?

"Yes, I think Adam Lambert. That boy has a voice. God, what can he sing?He had the balls to sing a song from Led Zeppelin Whotta love. I watched on youtube as through those wheels. I believe he will win. He's got just something that makes you listen to it while empathize. " during the monologue, the man stood up and walked to the door to the recording room. He crossed his arms and waited for what's next. He did not have long. Curly man put down his guitar and stood .

"Look, Roger, on us. We are trying to keep a legend called Queen still alive. Sometimes I'm tired of being accused of trying to make money for glory. Print never liked us and it did not improve during years. The tour with Paul did not help it, though I like him. Just Freddie is, he was and will be one. I just want to feel again that indescribable "approached Roger and pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to him. Roger was reading it for a moment. Then his head back and lifted his blue eyes focused on the brown eyes across from him.

"We pack things and fly to the US," Roger Maddows Taylor smiled at Brian Harold May.

He walked around Brian and sat down behind his drums. He started with a rhythm that he had not felt for a long time, playing lightly. He added to the tempo, and in a moment he felt Brian can't resist and joined the rhythm they both knew so confidently. Their voices sounded in the room. Harsh and gentle, they were replenished as if years had not fallen, and they were not aging rock stars. Both had tears in their eyes.

Never underestimate the memories that evoke the songs nor their feelings.