ROCKSTAR // roger taylor

23

After a week in LA, a week in Mexico, 8 days of shopping in New York, a visit to her mother, and an overnight stay in Cher's mansion, Hyacinth was finally ready to go back to her life as a member of Queen.

Luckily for her, she returned just in time for the making of "I want to break free", in which she had her hair slicked back and wore a fancy looking suit, playing Brian's husband in the video.

"Freddie the freak, Freddie the fag." He went on, complains about the music video being banned in America.

"Speaking of, anyone got a cig?" Hyacinth groaned, pushing her oversized sunglasses further up her nose.

Roger chucked his pack at her, but with the horrendous hangover she had, it just hit the side of her head (rather than her catching it as Roger had intended).

"I don't know why you of all people aren't taking this seriously," Freddie started. "I'm not the only one being called a fag, what with those photographs of you and Cher going around."

"I don't care." She mumbled.

"I'm tired of touring, aren't you?" Freddie went on "Album, tour, album, tour. I want to do something different."

"We're a band, that's what bands do."Brain argued. "Album, tour, album, tour."

"Well i need a break."

"What are you saying Freddie?" Deaky asked. "Like the break Cynth took?"

He paused. "i've signed a deal with CBS records."

"What?"
"Without telling us?"
"Freddie?"
"What kind of deal?"

"Look i'm not saying we won't record or ever tour again, Queen will go on. But i need to do something different." He said. "Do you know what i mean? i need— i need to grow. What's the song? Fly away?"

"Spread my wings and fly away?" Deaky muttered.

"A solo album?" Brain asked and Paul interjected.

"Two actually, back to back."

"Another word out of you, and i'll throw you out the bloody window." Roger said.

"But that's years, Freddie— that'll take years."

"I don't believe this." Roger started. "How much?"

Silence.

"What did they pay you? i wanna know how much they paid you!"

"4 million dollars."

Brian scoffed.

"Look, the routine is killing us. I mean you must all want a break from all the arguments. Whose song gets on the album, whose songs the single, who wrote what.. all of it. You must need a break."

"Freddie were a family." Brian said.

"No, We're not! We're not a family! You've got families, children, wives, what have i got?"

"4 million dollars, perhaps you can buy yourself a family." Deaky suggested.

The band continued to argue until Freddie finally stormed out, Prenter following.

"Screw him." Hyacinth said.

"Sorry, that's the first thing you say today?" Roger almost shouted. "Did you hear a word he said?"

"He hates us, we'd be a dentist, an engineer, an astrophysicist, and a hairdresser. Freddie may be gone but we still have- oh shit." she groaned, standing up way too fast and almost falling, has it not been for Roger catching her.

Just to be on the safe side he kept a hand on her lower back, ensuring that she doesn't fall again.

"We still have a guitarist, bassist, drummer, and singer. If my math is right, we have a whole band here- i'm right, aren't i?" She muttered the last part to Roger, who nodded and chuckled.

"So the four of us make an album?" Deaky asked, standing up.

"Sounds like a good idea. Show Freddie we don't need him." Brian agreed.

"And if we do it right we can make double his ridiculous four million from CBS." She said.

"Alright! Let's do it!" The three others agreed and cheered, while Hyacinth forced a smile, wincing at the loud noise.

"See you lot in the studio on Monday. I am going home to have a nap." She nodded, leaving Brian and Deaky with lipstick kiss stains on their cheeks, and Roger with a simple nod and awkward pat on the arm.