Okay I'm such a bad person I'm sorry for the lack of updating but I'm still here and I still love each and every single one of you. So I'm ready to adopt anyone who wants a crazy awesome mum xxxx
"Uh Hi...." I stuttered, my voice trailing off involuntarily
Roger stumbled about somewhere behind me, making clattering noises. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood in the doorway. Each second seemed to drag out, a clock ticking slower in some warped form of special relativity. A strong forearm wrapped happily and familiarly around my waist as Roger whisked me out of the doorway.
"Come on in" Roger smiled and I shot him a confused look as the familiar figure ventured into the house. Roger winked back at me, a knowing smirk cunningly on his face. He ushered our guest to the sofa, it was eerie. As if a ghost had set foot in the room, extremely peculiar. I busied myself making cups of tea, still trying to let the reality set in. What the hell was he doing here? I could have sworn Roger hated him not 5 minutes ago.
"So Fred. How have you been?" Roger smiled at me, gratefully taking the warm cup of tea from my grasp. Freddie blew the steam off of his tea, his lips slightly pursed.
"Yeah yeah okay okay. Just been, you know-"
"Busy abandoning your band?" I chimed in cheekily, cocking my head and daring him to answer me. My eyes narrowed as Freddie's widened, in shock at the cutting remark from me. I was angry, Freddie was one of my closest friends. Or I thought so until he hadn't contacted me for the past, god knows how many months. It had been torture without him, he had been so ridiculously selfish and he hadn't just hurt the band. He had hurt me too. Roger's hand found my arm and he squeezed it reassuringly
"About that" Fred started "I really am sorry, I've been an arsehole" this time it was my turn to be taken back by the statement. Freddie wasn't one to usually admit to his wrongdoings so easily. I was confused to say the least, Roger stroked up and down my back reassuringly
"So Fred?" Roger broke the tension "Come over for anything in particular?" his hand had moved down and was now rubbing delicate circles on my thigh.
"Yes actually. I want to see everyone again" he stated bluntly "I want us to do fucking live aid"
"What?" Rog and I said in unison
"Live aid. You must know about it, for the famine, in Africa it's all-"
"Yeah, Fred. We now what live aid is. It's just the lineup was announced ages ago. There is no way now" I said
"Fucking wake up darling. We were Queen. We ARE Queen" he smiled, I couldn't help smile in return
"Let me call the boys and tell them to come over" Roger stood up almost running to the phone.
"Oh how I've missed you Evelyn"
"I've missed you Frederick"
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A few hours later everyone was in our living room. Miami included, I had poured some beers for everyone and handed them out hastily. I knew this would be a tense conversation, alcohol normally seemed to smooth over that issue.
"Right, what the hell is going on?" John said, making me almost giggle at his bluntness.
"Let's all just have a seat" Roger said, unusually the voice of reason. I patted his arm as he ushered everyone to their seats in large living space. He grabbed my hand and dragged me along to dit on his lap. Earning a few confused looks from the surrounding party
"Oh c'mon. Evie is as much a part of this band as every one of us. She's our musical prodigy remember?" He winked earning an eye roll from me.
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