So, That's Your Dad? (Freddie Mercury)

Chapter Sixty Four: These Are The Days Of Our Lives

       "Darling, I just look fucking terrible." My dad commented to Joe as he was getting the touch-ups of his makeup done. Joe shook his head as he did his best to cover anything he thought the camera would catch. "Dad, no, you look absolutely beautiful. If anyone tells you differently, then they are fucking jealous and of course liars." My brother said. 

       I shyly stepped into the hair and makeup room while moving the stroller right in front of me. "Hi everyone." I greeted with a small smile on my face. "Hey bitch." Joe said as he was putting powder on my dad's face. "How's the little man doing?" Joe questioned. I looked down at my son and smiled. It was crazy to me how much he looks like Rami. Even when he's asleep, they look identical. "Sleeping." I answered as I picked him up from the stroller. 

       He rested in my arms and almost blended in with me because his onesie was matching my baby blue dress. "Just like you, darling. Always asleep." My dad commented with a smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes playfully and then looked down at my son. "How are you feeling, dad?" I questioned. "Fine." He answered and I could tell that he was clearly lying. Which made me feel horrible. There were times when I did not do enough, and I may have to live with that for the rest of my life. I sighed to myself thinking about it, doing my best not to cry. 

       "Five minutes!" We all heard the director yell. This caused my son to start crying. It started off being relatively quiet, and then he started to scream. I was doing everything to calm him down but nothing seemed to work. My dad smiled at me as he stood up, because he found it to be humorous. He was wearing the blouse that Joe had made him last Christmas. "Maybe bringing a two month old baby to a music video set wasn't the best idea." I commented and laughed. But deep down I was in pain because there was nothing that I could do. Joe packed up everything in his bag quickly before approaching me. "Hey, I'll take him." Joe suggested. 

       I did not even hesistate to allow him to take my son. As soon as my son ended up on Joe's arms, he stopped screaming. He was calmed down enough to fall back asleep. Which I am very confused about and curious as to what I have done wrong. It seems as if my son likes to be in anyone's arms but mine. Joe smiled menacingly at me because now he knows that I had almost a feeling of jealousy. 

       A few minutes later, we walked over behind the camera right where Jim was standing as well. I greeted him the way I normally do with a hug. He gave Joe a hug as well and asked him if he could hold my son. Joe and I both agreed and my son was now in Jim's arms. I smiled at the sight becuse it's a very rare occasion that Jim holds my son. Normally it's my dad holding him and Jim sitting right next to the two of them. 

       The music started to play and the entire band was in action, pretending to play the instruments that they normally play. I assume that must be weird pretend that you are playing an instrument while your song is playing the background. But all jokes aside, my father was doing amazing. Which I was very surpised by. But at the same time, I wasn't because I believe that my dad can literally do anything as long as he sets his mind to it. He's been able to for as long as I can remember. 

       "When I look, and I find, I still love you." My dad lipsynced. Before he had to sing the next line, he glanced at all four of us for a moment. He smiled at all of us and then looked down at the floor. "I still love you." He mouthed along with the song and it looked like he was looking directly at me and Jim even though he was looking at the camera. The music cut off and everyone could relax from how tense they originally were. "That's a wrap!" The director yelled. 

       My dad walked over to us and I could not help but to hug him as soon as we were at a reasonable distance to do so. He responded by wrapping his arms around me and givng me a kiss on my scalp. "I still love you too." I reminded him, and I was damn near close to crying. 

A/N:  Hey, I hope that you all are doing ok today. I thought that I would give a short update so that I can get back into the routine of updating frequently. I'm sorry I have not been publishing chapters that often. I have been so busy with school. But luckily, I only have two weeks left and then I grduate from high school. If you care to know, I plan on going to college to become an English teacher, and maybe at some point in my life I will be a bestselling author. But anyways, enough about my personal life. I plan on finishing this book sometime soon so that I can get started on book two. I hope that you all are excited for that. I am, but I am also very saddened because this book really has been a big part of my life, and I would not be where I am today on this platform if I didn't decide to write it. Once again I just want to say thank you to all of the people who have stuck with me for two years and still continue to read this "piece of literature". And to all of my new readers, welcome and I really hope that you have enjoyed this book so far. But as of right now,  I will stop bothering y'all. Have a great day and I hope to see everyone soon.           

-Lily <3