Tea Boy: A Deacury Fic

Chapter 1: The Customer

-John's POV-

I was working as what they call a "tea boy" at this particular touring site whilst still pursuing my engineering career, or so I actually thought. Lately, I've been practicing bass a lot more often than I'm used to and maybe it'd be my side hustle if I want it to.

Today wasn't so busy, only a few customers would come in every hour or so, but one in particular caught my eye. Long black hair, glowing tawny skin, and deep brown eyes that enticed me. He indeed was a very attractive young man. I then felt a wap on my shoulder. "Get back to it, tea boy!", my coworker yelled. "Y-yes Sir, sorry sir...", I apologized and then he left. I returned to sweeping the floors. Damn I hate this job. Minimum wage, barely enough hours, but I need to keep it for a reason. I sighed thinking hopefully they'd give me more hours and a little bit of a higher pay. I felt a little tap on my other shoulder, I turned to see it was the customer.

"Are you alright, darling?", he asked. "Y-yeah, I guess so.", I replied wearily, "I could stop to give you some tea if you'd like." "Well actually, I just came by to put up these flyers.", he explains. He then handed me a flyer advertising for a bassist need for a band. I quickly looked over it and looked up at him. "I think I could be some help.", I mentioned. "Really? Would you like to audition tomorrow?", the Persian man questioned. "S-sure...I'd like to....I'd love to actually.", I said. "Great! Information is on the flyer. I'll see you then.", he said giving a pat on my somewhat still hurt shoulder.

He headed for the door, but I stopped and asked, "Wait, wh-what was your name?" He smiled and said, "It's Freddie, darling. Freddie Mercury...and you're-" "John.", I interrupted, "John Deacon." "Well, pleasure to meet you, John, I'll see you at the audition, m'kay?", he said and walked out.

I skimmed over the flyer again and put it away in my back pocket. I headed back to work, still thinking about this audition.