Somebody to love

Chapter 5: Bohemian Rhapsody

When the plane landed, Jane was still sitting next to Roger. She had been sleeping through the entire rest of the flight. "Jane", Roger said and tried to wake her up. Jane opened her eyes. "Rog?", she asked still a bit perplexed. He giggled. "Yes silly it's me. And we're landing!", he said and Jane immediately sat up straight.

The next hours they sat on a bus, driving to their hotel. They would spend one night in a hotel until the tour bus would arrive.

In the bus, Brian and Freddie were quietly talking to each other. "I mean did you see Rog and Jane last night? They were sorta cuddling for the short time they were both asleep. I went to the toilet and saw it", Freddie told him giggling a bit. "I would literally bet money on them at least kissing once", Brian laughed. Freddie laughed too. "Their tension is almost unbearable", he said and turned to look out of the window.

"Welcome to America", said John when they finally saw the bright lights of New York City. "Wow", Jane marvelled, looking out of the window. "I know right", Roger said also stunned. The first night at the hotel was great. But it didn't last song since they were all tired as hell. They soon went to bed and the next day they could finally see the tour bus.

It was rather roomy considering it was a bus. It only had four beds though which made all of them look at each other. "So.", John started. "Who is gonna share a bed?", he said and pointed at the one bunk bed at the end of the bus and the one double bed in the middle of the bus. No one answered.

"Roger you have the highest anger issues I've ever seen in my entire life so I'm not gonna risk sharing a bed with you", Brian said, making Roger look at him angrily. "And I don't want our lady here to sleep between a bunch of guys", Brian said smiling at Jane.

"Well if there's no other chance, I wouldn't mind. I'm used to worse", she laughed. "That's very kind of you, sweet but we'll handle that. Bri, Deaky and I will sleep in the double bed in the middle. It looks big enough for us three. Rog, you can sleep at the top", Freddie decided. All of them agreed on that.

The first few gigs were incredible and all of them had the time of their lives. From time to time the guys caught Jane dancing in the crowd, which they loved to see. One evening they were sitting in the dressing room and Jane was doing Freddie's hair when he said: "Oh shit I threw my whistle away!", he whined in realisation.

Jane giggled a bit and the others were listening to Freddie. "I hesitated, actually, I did, and I thought: 'I threw it. I've thrown it. I should ask for it back' I want it back", he said and crossed his arms jokingly.

Roger, who had been listening the whole time, came from the back of the room and said: "You threw my best fucking pair of maracas away the first day. Great-sounding maracas! I mean it took me hours to steal them!", sounding offended but still joking. Brian started to laugh and Jane joined him shortly after. "Actually, they were wonderful, I must say, I'm sorry. Now they know I'm going to throw them in the audience, they give me these horrible things with about two peas inside, you know? They just rattle, rattle, rattle.", he now made everyone in the room laugh, even the costume designers in the back.

"I feel such a berk, going. Nothing happening. So I just throw it away."
"Lovely colours as well", Roger added. Freddie giggled. "Lovely colours, lovely kitsch colours. Real height of a bad taste", he laughed. Jane went over to the makeup table to get some stuff, giggling like a maniac. "They're indeed really ugly", Jane said picking one up.

"You could throw me into the audience!", Brian said joining Jane at the table. Freddie laughed. "You don't rattle as good", he said standing up from the chair he had been sitting in. All people in the room laughed very loud after that comment, including Brian who was acting like he was jumping into the audience, making Roger jump to the side.

After the gig, they set outside the tour bus on some camping chairs, having some beer. "And you? What about your parents, Jane?", Brian asked. "Well they were wonderful. Always supported me and my dreams.", she said taking a sip from her beer. "Excuse me. Were?", Freddie wondered. "Yes. They died last year. Car accident", Jane explained. "I'm so sorry to hear that!", Freddie said concerned.

"It- Uhm it's fine", she said, wiping away a little tear. "Don't be sad, Jane. We are your family now", John said smiling at her. Jane's heart made a jump when he said that. "I love you guys", said Jane. "Awwwh we love you too", Freddie said hugging her.

More and more evenings passed like that and they even got a way bigger tour bus with a few rooms for them. It was a trailer actually. But one evening was different from all the others. At least for Jane. She was sitting backstage, being really exhausted from the constant work. They had a gig every evening of the week and Jane was tired. Suddenly Stella came in, holding the phone. "Jane there's someone on the phone for you.", she said smiling.

"Coming!", Jane said and got up from the sofa. "Hello?", she said answering the phone. "Jane. It's me. Your aunt Tracy ", the voice on the other end said. Jane rolled her eyes. Her only relative left was her homophobic aunt who had hated her since the very beginning and only called her to get her anger out. After an awful amount of small talk, her aunt finally asked: "So you and that girl some years ago. When you were 17 you know. She was just a great friend right". Jane rolled her eyes.

"I told you a million times that we were in a relationship. She was my girlfriend, Tracy! It was just like with a boy and we just lost interest in each other", Jane explained annoyed. "Are you a lesbian?", Tracy asked shocked. "No. Like a million times before, I am bisexual. I like women and men", she said. "You are a shame for the family. If only your parents could see you! Jesus hates you Jane! You are a shame for me and your parents are better off dead so they don't have to see you.", Tracy yelled at her niece.

Jane hated that this affected her so much and hung up immediately. She had no one left. No one loved her. Not even her last relative, who blamed her for her parent's death. Exhausted from the work and deeply hurt she started crying. She set down on the floor, burying her face between her legs.