Good Company - Queen Fanfiction

Chapter 3

March 1st, 1979

We walk into a narrow corridor with about twenty other people, all of us completely glowing in excitement because we are going to meet four incredibly talented men.

The bouncer opens up the door at the end of the corridor, and light spills into the previously dimly lit hallway. On the wall opposite to the door is a couch. And on that couch sits four sweaty, tired, squished together men. When I get in, most of the people have just crowded into a huddle before the members of Queen. They stand up and shake hands with a few people and offer to sign things. I stand to the side, letting the others go before me. Roger comes out of the crowd of people and looks around, seeing if anyone else has missed out. He spots Carrie and I and comes over.

"Hello love, do you have anything you'd like signed?"

"Uh, yes. These two shirts and a paper, if you don't mind," I mumble, fiddling with my bag trying to get them out and then handing them over.

"Of course I don't mind. Who am I signing for?"

"Oh right, the name's Alex."

"Nice name," he grins up at me, "Here you go. Do you have anything?" he asks Carrie. She quickly shakes her head.

The rest of the band has finished signing things for the crowd and join Roger, in front of Carrie and I. The people have started filtering out, so now there are only a dozen or so people in the room, including myself, Carrie, the bodyguard and the boys. Carrie is completely silent the whole time and looks like she may pass out at any given moment.

"Hello girls," Brian says cheerily.

"H-hi," I stutter. My hands are shaking a little bit. The entirety of Queen is focused on me, waiting for me to hand my stuff over to be signed, and I am frozen.

"Here boys," Roger says, gently taking the shirts and paper from my hand, "the name's Alex, right?"

"Yup that's me," I laugh awkwardly, feeling like an absolute idiot.

"If you don't mind I'm just going to sit down and do these?" Freddie asks.

"Oh yeah, do whatever you want," I say, still in shock a little bit.

They laugh and all go to sit down. Carrie and I follow behind and sit on chairs nearby. I make a concentrated effort to calm down because they are just people like me. But, unlike me they can spend time with anyone they wanted, but here I am with them. All the other people in the room have left, including the bodyguards though they are just outside the room.

"Are you from here?" Brian asks, while signing one of the shirts.

"Uh no, I'm here on a visit to my boyfriend. We went to last night's show as well. I was born and bred in England," I explain.

"Was last night's show as good as this one?" Roger asks with a smirk.

"Personally, I think last night was better. I was in the pit and the atmosphere down there is incredible, but because I got tonight's tickets so late we were stuck in the normal seats," I say gesturing at Carrie.

"Were you the one on somebody's shoulders for half the time?" Freddie says, laughing.

"Yeah, that was me. I think I ruined a lot of people's night doing that," I say, slightly embarrassed.

"Oh fuck them, darling. As long as you have a good time, right?" Freddie says, tossing one of my shirts back at me. I catch it and lift it up, seeing the signatures made my insides do somersaults.

"Thank you guys. So, so much," I say as the guys toss back my stuff, "I should probably leave you guys be now."

I start to stand up and leave, Carrie almost at the door when Roger and Brian call out to us.