As It Began

Introduction

This is kind of horrible but thank you for reading!

"Roger, what the hell are you doing?" Freddie asked me as I opened the cupboard door.

"Proving a point," I said somewhat quietly as I took out the few things inside the desolate cupboard.

"And what point is that?" Brian questioned. "That you're small enough to fit inside a cupboard?"

"Well, you couldn't even get your hair inside this thing. But I'm locking myself in here until I get the Bohemian Rhapsody flipside."

"And what song did you plan to put on there?" Brian asked.

"The one called 'I'm In Love With My Car', I showed it to you."

"Wait, you were being serious about that car song?"

"Yes..."

"I thought that was just a joke!" Brian exclaimed. Are you fucking kidding me, fuzzhead?

"Would I be locking myself in a cupboard if it was?"

"Wait, what?" John asked as I stepped inside and closed the door.

Oh, God, it was cramped, but I really love this song, and I'm going to do whatever the hell it takes to get it on the B-Side of Bohemian Rhapsody.

"Roger, get out of there." Freddie told me.

"No."

"Stop being so immature, dammit."

"I'm not leaving this cupboard until I get that flipside."

"I'm just gonna..." I heard John's footsteps slowly walk and fade.

"John Richard Deacon, don't you even try to leave, you're as much of a part of this as everyone else is."

"How? I haven't even listened to or heard of this song you wrote, Roger!"

"It's this stupid love song about a car." Brian sighed.

"Shut up,"

"Um, I'm the only one that knows almost nothing about this song that also has a family at home, so I'm leaving whether or not you want me to." I heard John's steps as they faded, and the front door opened and shut.

"What's the big deal with you and this bloody song, Rog?"

"I really like it, and I want it to be on the B-Side. Besides, what song were you gonna put on there anyway?"

"Well, I was thinking of The Prophet's Song,"

"That's so long! Who wants to listen to a long song just to flip over the 45 and here another long song?" I argued. It sounds like I'm aruging with myself and that Freddie and Brian are arguing with a cupboard. Which is odd, but I'm still staying in here.

"People that don't like to change the record."

"You're not getting out of there, are you?" Brian asked.

"Nope."

"Fine, if you're going to be such a child about it Roger, you can get the B-Side, damn."

I did it. I actually did it! I GOT THE B-SIDE!!!!!

"HA, IVE DONE IT, I GOT THE B-SIDE"

"Yes, yes, you do. Now will you just get out of there?"

I pushed on the door, expecting it to open. It was stuck. I put more pressure on the door. Oh fuck. "Um... funny thing... I'm kinda... stuck."

"What the hell do you mean you're stuck?"

"Um, well you know how doors and all, they're supposed to open? Well, um, this one doesn't seem to do that,"

"Are you fucking serious?"

"I am as fucking serious as serious can fucking get, THE DOOR IS STUCK"

"WELL, WHAT DO WE DO?"

"UM, GET ME OUT, FOR GOD'S SAKES"

I tried pushing hard and putting all the pressure on my shoulder, but there isn't much space to do it. I started ramming my shoulder into the door, but I hit my head against the back of the cupboard in the process and blacked out.

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"I think he's waking up." I heard a voice say.

I groaned a little and opened my eyes. I was lying on a couch in a room, or should I say, a house I didn't recognize. There were three people in front of me.

"Roger, are you okay?"

"Who's Roger?"

THE CHAPTER (including this) IS 666 WORDS HA