Queenmagines

[17] Brian May Imagine 5

"Oh god, this can't be happening, please!" You buried your head in your hands, trying not to break out in tears while loudly calling out your dog's name. You had just wanted to take him out on a short walk and in that one little moment you didn't pay attention he ran off. You knew that if something happened to him, you could never forgive yourself. That dog meant so much to you.

Not really giving a shit about what the other people in the park thought of you as you ran across the grass. You hoped to find him somewhere in the bushes or have him running back to you miraculously. But none of that happened. Trying to hold back the tears, you walked around the park, the leash still in your hand when suddenly you could hear a dog barking, which sounded suspiciously like your dog.

Trying to suppress the rising hope, you followed the noise. At first, you could only see four young guys sitting on the grass, but as you came nearer, you realised your beloved dog was right in the middle of them, playing with one of them. "Oh god, there you are!" Relieved, you ran over to the group, falling onto your knees next to them and hugging your dog tight, before putting him on the leash again.

"So that's your dog then?" One of the four guys said, looking at you with a wide smile.

You nodded, before standing up again. "He is, sorry he bothered you, but he ran away and I could find him. Thank you guys for taking care of him, really!" You turned to leave, only to be stopped when yet another one spoke up again.

"Hey, why don't you sit with us for a while?" You looked down at them dubiously, slowly shaking your head. "I don't wanna intrude, I've disturbed you enough already. But thanks for taking care of him, it means a lot."

The blonde of the group got up and grabbed your wrist, forcing you to stop as you were walking away. "No, we insist. That could be your way of thanking us, really. Am I right, fellas?" He looked at his three friends who all agreed, so you gave in and sat down with them, looking from one to the next.

"So, may I ask what your names are?" You smiled at them with a raised eyebrow, absentmindedly petting your dog who had sat down between you and the guy with absolutely huge curly hair, who introduced himself as Brian. The blonde who had stopped you from walking away was called Roger. The one who had been playing with your dog told you his name was Freddie and the last, and seemingly the shyest out of the four of them, was introduced as John. You learned that they were in a band called Queen and had been playing a few gigs around. They seemed like nice people and the five of you stayed in the park until you announced that you needed to go home and feed your dog.

A bit disappointed, they accepted that and let you leave, but not before exchanging addresses and phone numbers and making you promise to meet up with them very soon. You gladly promised that, because you liked them a lot actually and were looking forward to seeing them again.

A few months later, you were running around your flat, gathering a few last-minute items to put in your handbag. Your dog was sitting by the door expectantly, knowing you'd go out and hoping you'd take him with you, but you knew you couldn't. Over the past months, you had become very close with all of four young men you met in the park, so now you were headed for the venue of the Queen concert that evening and that definitely wasn't a place for a dog.

Letting out a long breath, you stopped in front of the door, quickly checking through your handbag once more, to make sure you had everything you needed. Satisfied, you nodded when you found you were ready to go. Quickly, you glanced around your flat once more, before heading out, locking the door behind you. "Oh, damn, I'm gonna be late," you muttered, glancing at your watch, hurrying down the stairs and out of the building.

Luckily, it didn't take long to get a taxi and soon you were speeding towards the location of the concert, hoping you'd at least be able to wish them good luck before they had to go on stage, like you always did. As soon as the taxi pulled up in front of the concert hall, you paid the driver and hurried inside, rushing backstage. The security guards and roadies knew who you were and let you in without any problem.