ROCKSTAR // roger taylor

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"Where are they?"

"They're late."

Knock knock.

"Hi guys."

"Jim." Deaky says, greeting their manager.

"Anyone wants any tea, coffee, bladed weapons.. just ask." Jim said, the sweet smile plastered on his face, as always.

Freddie confessed that he had been a horrible friend. And without a doubt Roger was the first to agree that he had been shitty. Along with Deaky and Brian.

Then he asked for forgiveness.

"I went to Munich, I hired a bunch of guys, I told them exactly what I wanted them to do, and the problem was..." he said. "They did it. No pushback from Roger. None of your rewrites." He looked at Brian, then Deaky. "None of your funny looks." Then Hyacinth. "None of your judgy stares and passive aggressive suggestions. I need you." He finished. "And you need me. Let's face it we're not bad for four aging queens. So go ahead, name your terms."

"Could you give us a minute please, Fred?" Brian said, and Freddie stepped out the door.

The four spent a moment alone inside, while Miami stepped out with Freddie.

Deaky bought him back in and explained that they had decided that everything would be split five ways from now on.

And Miami announced that they need to make up their mind about live aid.

It had been three years.

Three years since their last performance as a group.

And now they were to restart with an audience of over 1.5 billion?

Miami listed many names who would perform, and after Freddie's little speech about regretting not taking this opportunity, everyone agreed.

They were going to perform at live aid.