*Bohemian rhapsody playing faintly in the background*
".....mamaaa..just killed a maaan.
Put a gun against his head,
pulled my trigger now he's dead"
*Loud sound of gun shooting*
*Music stops*
*birds fly away screeching*
*Roger awkwardly walks to the screen*
Roger: oh, um...I- sorry for that. I just- don't know that this is an actual gun, but it turns out to be real.. hehe *nervous laughing*
*Brian comes with top of his hair burned slightly*
Brian: Yeah, Roger, such an innocent angel you are. I WOULD'VE DIED, YOU LITTLE SHIT!
Roger: More like a part of your hair would've gone. 75% of your head is hair, Brian. Even if I shoot you aiming at your head, the bullet would fly back to me after hitting your hair.
Brian: Okay, that's enough. I'm gonna rip your head into two, you rat.
*Freddie walks with a serene look on his face*
Freddie: Children, children, please. You could all kill each other, but then who would left to make great music, darlings?
*Roger and Brian angrily glare each other*
John: Lads, let's introduce ourselves.
Freddie: Oooh shit, right. I forgot. *grabs a mirror swiftly and checking his face, smoothing his hair and then tosses the mirror to the side and hits Roger's face* I'm Freddie Mercury and I'm the lead vocalist of Queen.
Brian: *in a tired voice* I'm Brian May....*thinking about his profession* ...and I play guitar...for a..group called Queen.
Roger: *cheeky smile* I'm RogaH TaylaH, and I'm the drummaH and one of the singaHs of Kween.
John: *adorable smile* My name is John Richard Deacon and I was born on August 19th 1951.
*Freddie, Roger and Brian looking at John*
John: ........*still adorably smiling*
*Roger clears his throat and extending his hands to both sides*
Roger: And together, we are the Queen.
John: It's not THE Queen, Roger. Just Queen.
Roger: It's just an additional 'THE'. Does that make any difference?
Brian: 'THE Queen' means Queen Elizabeth and we are not her.
Roger: Well we are going to be bigger than her.
Freddie: Roger, not gonna lie, darling. But I think that she's a little bit taller than you, but I'm not entirely sure.
Roger: GO TO HELL, FREDDIE! *grabs coffee machine and runs after Freddie yelling* STOP RUNNING, YOU TWAT....AAAARRRGGHHH YRFGNHJ
Freddie: *laughing and singing and running and jumping* I'm a rocket ship on my waay to maaarss on a collission course,......
*Brian and John standing wide eyed*
Brian: *gulp* And that's it. We are the que- I mean QUEEN. *intense crashing and screeching sounds in the background*
John: JUST QUEEN.
I hope you enjoyed this. As you can see, my English is terrible. But, I'm trying to improve my language.
Constructive criticisms are always welcome. 😊
Have a good day queenies 💞
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Her Majesty, QUEEN
FanfictionA car lover, a cat lover, a clog lover and a toast lover together constitute the biggest rock band of all time. They make music as well as chaos. What this book contains is some random situations involving our boys.
