Nothing really matters to me.

Chapter five.

When they reached Brian May's house Freddie ran up to the door and knocked. Brian answered and saw Jenny hiding behind Freddie, for she was quite shy.

"Hello, you must be Jenny. It's nice to meet you." He said.

"Hi. It's nice to meet you to." 

"Brian, can we come in?" Roger asked.

Brian looked thoroughly ashamed that he forgot to let them in. 

"Of course!"  He ushered them in and put the kettle on. He came back and offered them tea. Jenny took one and sipped it.

"So... I hear you helped Freddie."

"Yeah..."

Freddie was sitting on an armchair, his arm still in a sling.

"Yes, she helped me after I was brutally attained by a huge gang."

"Fred! You told me there were only five!" 

"I hit my head! I can't remember!"

"Alright! Alright!" Roger replied, holding up his hands in a sign of surrender.

"Hey! I was thinking... We need a bassist!" Brian shouted. This caught everyone's attention.

"Your absolutely right, darling!"

"Want to help is choose?" Brian asked Jenny.

"Umm... Yeah, sure."

"Then it's settled! The great bassist hunt starts here!" Roger screeched.

"Roger, darling, that sounds silly. Let's just start auditions next week. Brian can we hold them here?"

"Yeah, nobody will mind."

"That's excellent! We will meet you here next week at about nine thirty, ok?"

"Sure!" 

"Is that ok with you Jenny?" Freddie asked her.

"Yes." 

After that they sat in silence for a while, drinking their tea. At around twelve thirty Brian went to fetch a plate of sandwiches. He returned with a platter of cheese sandwiches. Everybody took one. At about one o'clock Freddie, Roger and Jenny left for their apartment thinking about the auditions.