Body Language. Queen

Somebody To Love.

Freddie's P.O.V.

I felt for Roger in a way, I suppose with him having sex with a lot of girls and enjoying that he would think that having sex with John would be even better. And it will be, eventually. He just has to be patient. Although I did want to hear John's point of view, it would be terribly awkward if Roger thought it was an anti climax and John thought it was the best thing in the world.

I'll talk to Deaky about it soon but first there was something I'd been aching to do for a long time.

"Rog...do you mind driving me to the studio?" I asked.

He looked at his watch, "Now? It's almost 6pm!"

"I know...its just...I need to do something. On my own. You don't have to stay with me." I shrugged.

"What do you need to do?" He asked.

"Something. You'll find out soon...that's if I think it's any good..." I winked.

"Ugh okay, I'll drop you off. You're sure you'll be alright on your own?" He nodded to my leg.

"I bloody well don't play the piano with my feet. I'll be fine." I smiled, "Just...please don't tell Brian where I am." I pleaded.

"I won't, but why?"

"I just need to do this on my own. I know he'll want to come with me if he knows where I'm going."

On the way to the studio the dusk was beginning to fall, although I was all too familiar with working in the studio during the night. I had disregarded sleep many many times to finish a song, sometimes staying at the studio for a solid week and setting up a blow up mattress there for when I allowed myself a ten minute power nap when something had to be finished on a specific day. It was somewhat calming at night.

We pulled up in the car park, "What time do you want me to come pick you up?" The blonde asked me.

"Oh, don't bother, darling. I'll probably be here all night, if I miraculously finish before the sun is up I'll get a taxi, if not, I'll see you all here in the morning to get on with some work." I nudged him.

"Oh, Fred. Are you sure?" He looked worried.

"Absolutely. If you're that worried, I'll lock myself in." I grinned at him cheekily before climbing out of the car, "See you in the morning, okay?"

"Okay, Fred. See you in the morning..." he answered back sort of regrettably.

I hobbled into the studio and flicked on some lights, locking myself in as I had promised Roger and took off my jacket. I flicked on the kettle to make a quick cup of tea before I got started and whilst it was boiling I dug out the bits of paper that had been through such a journey. The ones that I had started when I was on my own in the studio months and months ago when I was angry with Brian. The short piano chords that I had written down that time and Deaky caught me playing them...those emotional lyrics that I had written down when I thought I was never going to get Brian. The ones where I wanted somebody to love.

Although the lyrics were still some what true, I did still want somebody to love, the true meaning behind them were not so valid anymore. They were about how I wanted to Brian as my own...now...everything had changed.

We were going on a date soon and that still seemed too strange for me to think about. But either way. Nobody had yet come up with a new song for the album, it needed one more and I did want to finish this song, whether it made the album or not, I wanted it to be something.

Secretly, whilst I had been practically an invalid whilst in the cast I had been working on the lyrics and on the piano piece. I had nearly perfected it but needed to record it. I had large visions for this song, I wanted there to be huge harmonious, multilayered vocals that sounded as if a choir was singing.
But first I had to lay down a demo, then show the guys...and that's what I was nervous about. It was a heart felt song, no doubt they'd all catch on about what...or rather...who...it was about.