With The Beatles

Take 26

Dedicated to lillyeependragon

GEORGE's P.O.V.

"Queen..." Jude mutters with an awestrucked expression. With her books dropped, she kneels down on the floor, covering her mouth in shock.

"Yes, darlin'?" I look back at the gay-ish man then to Jude. Observing everyone in the house, it seems like none of us knew what is happening at the moment.

Well, everyone except Jude.

"Holy sweet mother of Brian May's curls! You are Queen!"

Jude stood up from her kneeling position and ran towards the four visitors who lined up together. Whereas I stood along with the three Beatles.

"Why yes we are, darlin'. I'm a fierce diva queen, for your information." The gay says which made the curly guy and the blondie face-palm at the same time.

"What's going on?" Ringo whispers to me, the shovel still on his hand. "Yeah, who are these people?" Paul asks to which I just shrugged in reply as we continued to watch the scene before us.

"Shut the fridge! I love you guys! I can't believe the four of you also ended up in my house." Our girl said with ecstacy. "My name is Judy, but please feel free to call me Jude."

It was the curly man who first introduced himself, "It's nice to meet you, Jude. I'm—"

"Brian May, lead guitarist of Queen." She squeals and gives him a hug. "How did you know that?" The curly man– or should I say, Brian– asks in amazement.

"Of course I knew! I love singing along to your guitar solos. You're like the coolest lead guitarist there is to exist on this universe."

I blinked several times upon hearing Jude's statement. Coolest lead guitarist in the universe? Hello? George Harrison, right here.

The youngest lad with the long, brown hair cleared his throat before speaking, "I'm afraid you may not know me yet. My name is—"

"John Richard Deacon. Born on August of 19, 1951." Jude cuts him off, as well. "No way, you knew that, too?"

The girl scoffs and hugs the young lad, "Of course! You're Queen's cutest bassist and one of the best songwriters therein. Let me just call you Deaky, is that alright?" The young lad smiles approvingly.

This made our bassist's jaw dropped, "I can't believe she said cute, bassist, and best songwriter to another person rather than me." John pats his back in comfort.

"And you are Freddie Mercury!" She points at the gay-ish man. The latter smiles effortlessly, "Yes, I am, darlin'. I'm not surprised that you already know."

Jude immediately wrapped her arms around Freddie in a meaningful hug. "I can't believe you're here. Your voice is everything to me and the world. I love you so much I can't..." Then she breaks down into tears.

John shyly looks away, "Will this be my cue to leave?" It was Paul's turn to pat him with comfort, everyone knows how John hated his singing voice. But we love him for that, so he shouldn't be so insecure.

Ringo was about to walk towards our girl to comfort her but the blonde guy outran him first.

"I hope Freddie is not suffocating you, love. By the way, my name is—"

"ROGER!" We all took a step back as Jude ultimately jumps over to hug the blonde guy. "Holy Tchaikovsky, you're real!"

The blonde guy, Roger laughed as he returned the gesture. "Why wouldn't I be?" Jude sobs, "You're like the hottest and sexiest drummer alive. Didn't you know?"