The Game Of Love {English Version - Freddie Mercury/ Queen Fanfiction}

11 - Jupiter

A/N: Hello my beauties! i'm so sorry for my abcense! But i'll never  disspear again! I've just lost my uncle for COVID-19, it's a hard time, but I need you! I've missed you all! 

Thanks for all the support that you my greengos gave to me!

Love u all! 

November 18, 1979 Dublin - Ireland.

Four days was what separated us from the opening of the Crazy Tour - a daring project for more intimate shows that would include 20 shows until Christmas. Maybe I was crazy when I agreed to this, but who cares now?

The first stop was Dublin, Ireland was a country that made me feel like I was at home, maybe Celtic culture brought us closer and it reminded me of Scotland, but we didn't have leprachauns anyway.Ah - I had a birthday  party before I forget to mention it, and obviously being in Putney became an event for the Deacon family, the little Deacons, and everyone who loved me, except Freddie since he was so busy with Prenter. Not that it bothered me, but - screw it!

Twenty-five years old, do white hair start now? Should I start worrying about possible wrinkles? At that time, being close to 30 was corresponding to 60 years.

"Julie!" Roger touched my shoulder, awakening me from my thoughts.

We were already at the Royal Dublin Society where the show was to be held, only for 600 people, which was unprecedented. The whole team was working, the stage being set up, the lights, instruments tuned - it was like being back in 1977.

"Roger!" I scolded and lit a cigarette as he dragged me to the center of the stage. "What do you need?" I asked as the intense movement of the roadies and sound crew continued."Fred hasn't arrived yet and we wanted to test the acoustics to feel what it's like - you know, we haven't played in a smaller space for a long time." He asked with begging blue eyes.

I rolled my eyes and exhaled nicotine smoke as I tried to control a fit of anger. Freddie simply ignored the private flight I had booked for the previous night, it is okay that Dublin is not far from London, but that attitude was almost like an affront to me. We hadn't spoken since the jealousy episode. And yes, crazy little thing called love burst like the hit of the moment.

"You and Brian sing, you don't need me to do that." I said holding my cigarette between my fingers and he knelt in front of me making me roll my eyes."But you have a great vocal range! You know the rehearsal is going to be much better than if it were me or Bri–""No." I stroked his unruly blond hair and he narrowed his eyes.John and Brian were entering the stage as the scene with Baby Rogah extended."Are you really going to challenge me?" He spoke in a threatening tone which I thought was funny."Yes?" I raised my eyebrow in defiance of him."Brian, John! I'm in love with my-""NO!" I shouted quickly and ran to the microphone that Ratty had just put on the stage.Roger smiled at me and winked, John and Brian also seemed to be enjoying themselves.

 I decided to admit to Roger when I was drunk on my birthday that I hated his masterpiece. He obviously started using his music to convince me of anything and everything.

"I sing, but I'll choose the song." I said, taking Freddie's microphone in my hands."Being threatened again, Julie?" Brian asked laughing with the Red Special in hand."Aye– he's an idiot." Ratty stopped beside me and turned on the microphone for me."Rog!" John laughed talking to me with his bass. "So any music in particular?" John asked as I swallowed slowly again."Oh! Darling." I spoke slowly letting out the smoke and John winked at me , Roger ran up to his drum kit and started counting.Nothing new, I wish I had them playing Beatles for me - mainly because I remember a not too distant past.I loved how that song had a dramatic and appealing power to me at the same time, it reminded me of when I was younger and I lost my eyes closed while I got involved in the song and sang along with my favorite Beatle.