A Piece of My Heart

Part 32: Fried Chicken!

"Look mates, I've come up with a song I'd like your opinion on. I basically nicked it off of Martin Luther King's speech. I think it works" Roger said.

"What's the name?" John asked.

"Blurred Vision" said Roger

Freddie looked up finally showing some interest other than what's happening with Cynthia "I don't like the title"

Roger handed out the various parts to his mates and all started playing individually.  Mack was at the controls and barely holding down his laughter at all the antics they were all getting into. Freddie was screaming into his mike and John lost in a world of his own was playing and  bopping and Brian was grinning like a hyena and making faces at them .  These three were trying to cheer up Freddie and all Freddie was capable of doing was snapping his red suspenders. They were having a problem with the drum solo and Roger couldn't understand what Freddie was explaining to him. 

Freddie was trying to articulate the rhythm and the sounds of the drums he wanted, and Roger stared at him with the look of the "dumb." 

"Di, di, di, di, di, choof!  Di, di, di, di, di, choof. Do you get that Rog?" Freddie asked.

Again, Roger had the look of "huh?"

Brian bent down to pick up his 6 pence coin  and then adjusted his headphones. They had to get this song right.

"What's the matter Rog" Brian asked as he took off his clogs.

"That rotter Freddie keeps on changing the lyrics" scoffed Roger

Now Freddie is singing  🎶 "One dump" 

                                                         "One turd"

                                                         "Two shits"

                                                         "John Deacon"

"Wah oo Wah oo Wah oo Wha oo- chicken feet baby" 🎶

The four of them lost it. Freddie banging his butt up and down on the piano keyboard and Mack in hysterics.

The phone was ringing and the receptionist ran in to tell Freddie he had a phone call from the hospital. He dropped everything and ran to the phone and the band surrounded him. This was not a time for Freddie's usual privacy.

"Okay, alright, alright, I'll be there right away" and Freddie hung up.  He turned to the boys and said that was Atkinson and he wants me there right away and wouldn't tell me anything else.

"Do you want us to come with you mate?" Bri asked.

"No thanks, Bri, stay and work on the song. It's a good melody. Roger, change the name to One Vision. It's stronger, clearer. Suits the speech better and I'll keep you guys posted. Wish me luck" Freddie called as he left the studio.

Freddie arrived at the studio in no time and made way straight to Dr. Atkinson's office. He knocked and entered and there seated was Cynthia.

"Cyn?" Freddie whispered carefully.

"Oh, Freddie" and she rose to greet him.

"Ohhhh, Cynthia, my love. It's really you." Freddie crooned as he enveloped her in his arms.  He picked her up and carried her and sat her on his lap on the office sofa cradling her. 

"Freddie" she sighed, resting her head on chest.

"Oh baby, how I missed you, and I mean YOU" Freddie said.