𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚂𝚊𝚢 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢

Shoot Down The Moon

The sudden noise sent everyone silent. Even Elton, who you could argue would be most concerned, didn't make a sound at first. Brian was first to speak.

"What on earth was that?" He asked. "Rod, was that you?"

"I'm right here, Brian!" A slurry sounding Rod snapped.

"Oh, sorry."

"Well I don't know about you, but I'm going to investigate." Elton said, though he didn't sound too sure. "Anyone want to come?"

"I will." Freddie spoke up.

John stood up. "Me too."

So the Beatle, the Queen frontman and the glam singer all left the room to find out what had smashed and who had smashed it.

About two seconds after they entered the hall, they heard a voice.

"Yeah, I managed to get in!" It said. "He's going to absolutely murder me, no doubt about it."

"Is that..." Brian's voice trailed off, like it was a killer he was talking about.

"Oh grow a pear, Pete! No, don't put Roger on the phone!" The voice whined. "I'll get a right bollocking!"

"Yep, it's Keith." Elton said through gritted teeth. "What did he break this time?"

"A window by the looks of it, look." John said, pointing into the front room. "It's pretty bad, too."

The trio stood in the doorway and found the big window that looked out onto the garden was indeed broken. It had a massive Keith shaped hole where the Who drummer had presumably smashed through, glass covering the surrounding area, and right in the middle of it all, shouting into the phone in a furious manner, was Keith Moon.

"Oh, hey guys!" He exclaimed when he noticed their presence. "Groovy party, am I right Elton?"

"Yes." The singer fumed. "Very groovy, thank you."

"Hey, my main man Moon the loon!" John exclaimed. "It's been a while!"

"It really has!" Keith said. "Pete's practically been keeping me under house arrest at this point, I had to break free."

Freddie laughed. Naturally, he thought about the Queen song when Keith talked about wanting to break free.

John rolled his eyes playfully at his friend and shouted through to everyone else. "Hey fellas, it's only Keith Moon!"

"Only Keith Moon?" Elton asked. "Only Keith Moon?!"

"What?!" John asked.

"Only Keith Moon smashed my bloody window!"

"What's up with you, doll face?" Keith asked. "Got sand in you-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence!"

"You're a misery, aren't you?" The drummer said casually.

"First of all-"

"I know, I know." He said without a care, though bordering on delight. "But I wouldn't blame me, it's probably good I came. Brought some actual excitement to your little party."

"Just shut up!" Elton snapped. "I can't believe you! I know you're just trying to mess with me, but I'm not going to let you!"

"What you just said was the total opposite of not letting me mess with you."

"That's it." Elton said cooly, pulling a sleeve up before going to punch Keith in the face. Freddie and John instantly went to hold him back and luckily, they had the high ground. Their scuffle was soon interrupted by a loud beep, likely from a car.

"Keith Moon, get in this car right now!" A voice shouted. "We know you're in there!"

Freddie couldn't let go of Elton, but he turned around, slightly relieved.

"I guess the boys found me." Keith said. "I'd better go."

"Well, see you around moonie." John said, saluting his friend as he went to leave the way he came.

"Bye everyone!" He shouted as he stopped in front of the shattered window. "Wish me luck!"

Nobody really knew what he wanted luck for, but he suddenly jumped through the window and back flipped multiple times across the garden and over the fence.

"Don't think you're getting away that easily, Moon!" Elton shouted. "This isn't over!"

He run up to the window and made the biggest, and stupidest to some, mistake of the night. He forgot that where Keith had just jumped out of was in fact a shattered window and not an actual windowsill. He put his hand directly on the glass, cutting his hand in the process.

"Ow!" He exclaimed. "Why is everything going so wrong all of a sudden?"

"Elton darling, it's alright." Freddie said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Get off me!"

And with that, the singer rushed out of the room and straight upstairs, slamming his bedroom door behind him.

There was silence among the whole house. Even those not directly involved with the conflict daren't make a sound.

John was the first to speak. "Well that was something."

"No shit, Sherlock!" Bernie snapped. "I'm going to go talk to him."

The lyricist left the scene, leaving everyone else in the aftermath of the commotion.

******

Dun dun dun! I couldn't write this story without a little bit of my classic argumentative drama! But don't worry, it isn't over for Elton and the gang; why would it be? It's his birthday for goodness sake! Anyway, what'll Bernie do next? And how will Freddie and John react to being shouted at? All these questions and more will be answered soon! ❤️