Freddie And The Fahrenheits

"You've Just Killed Queen!"

Monday 6th September 1976

Queen were in the studio like always, but something about it was very different. It was the second day of the final sessions for their album A Day At The Races and though progress was being made, the same could not be said for the band's chemistry.

They'd been at odds for a while now, with silly disagreements often turning into full blown arguments. Sometimes things would risk getting physical. And yet, despite all this, the four of them refused to leave. It was almost like they had a fear of what would happen if they did. But one day, all that was going to change.

"Hold on, sorry, can I have a coffee please?" Freddie asked as the group worked on the backing vocals for Somebody To Love.

"One coffee, okay, does anyone else want anything?" Their engineer asked the rest of the group.

"I'll have a coffee with one sugar please." John spoke up.

Brian shook his head, giving Roger chance to give his answer.

"I'll have a coffee with one and three sevenths sugars please!" The drummer exclaimed.

"Three sugars?"

"One and three sevenths!"

"Seven sugars?"

"No, one and three sevenths!"

The long suffering engineer sighed and walked away, unsure as to how exactly he was going to work out how much one and three sevenths was. He decided he'd give him two, he wasn't even going to try playing Roger's games. The group watched his confusion grow, the three of them all giving Roger an unamused look.

"What?" The blond asked. "I was only messing."

"That's exactly the point, dear." Freddie sighed. "We need to stop messing if we want to get this album finished by tomorrow."

"Fred's right." Brian said. "We need to get going."

"Of course Fred's right." Roger sassed. "He's always right in your eyes!"

"I am right here you know." Freddie said, clearly taking offence. "Don't talk about me like I don't exist."

"What are you shouting at me for?" Roger asked. "Brian's the one being a suck up!"

"Am not!"

"You so are!"

"Just stop it, you two!" Freddie spat. "We need to finish this album!"

Both of them went silent as Roger and Freddie slipped into the recording booth to finish their backing vocals. The drummer was talking to everyone, but the singer seemed to be in his own little world.

He was thinking about something he'd had on his mind for a while. The band had been something of an ordeal for them all recently and if he was honest, it was starting to get to him. There were barely any times where the band would be truly happy and he had been noticing right from the beginning of the Day At The Races sessions.

What he was trying to get at in his head was very simple: he wanted to leave.

"Freddie!" Roger snapped. "We're trying to talk to you!"

"Oh, sorry." Freddie muttered. "What were we talking about?"

"You know what, this is just my point!" Roger sighed, starting to get angry. "You talk about having to get on with things, but when we try to get on you go off into dreamland! What's in that head of yours, your latest partner?"

Everyone gasped, excluding Freddie. He was honestly expecting that. That didn't make it any easier to hear though.

"Well?" The drummer asked. "What were you thinking about?"