Good Company - Queen Fanfiction

Chapter 20

April 17th, 1979

I should have known from the moment of being woken up that there would be a lot of work being done to make today special. Twenty six doesn't really strike one as a particularly notable age. It just indicates that by that point you should have your life mostly together. Regardless of this fact, my day starts quite pleasantly.

When I wake up, I'm confused as to what has roused me from my sleep. As I'm wondering, I notice some singing. It's quite a happy, simple tune, and the words 'happy birthday' keep coming up. It doesn't take particularly long for me to put two and two together that I'm being woken by a singing telegram for my birthday. The voices I can easily recognise even though my eyes haven't opened yet. When I do open my eyes, I'm greeted with four grinning and singing men; two of which have trays of food and the other two seem to be holding presents.

When they finish singing I say, "You boys are lucky that I'm not one to sleep.. naturally, so they say."

"We'd take our chances for you on your birthday, little A." Roger says.

I wriggle upwards to lean against the headboard and cross my legs beneath me. "Have a seat."

Roger and Freddie quickly come around and sit on either side of me and the other two take a seat at the end of the bed.

"Do you want to do your breakfast or presents first?" John asks.

"I think we should have breakfast before it gets cold." Roger says, leaning over and taking a piece of bacon from Freddie's tray.

"Roger. Could you not be such a pig? Having manners isn't that hard." Brian complains.

"Yeah, Rog. It's my birthday after all. Shouldn't I be getting the first piece?" I say, "But let's not waste any more time. Dig in!"

The breakfast the boys have brought in is beautiful, it's far better than cornflakes. There are pancakes with an array of available toppings such as maple syrup, lemons, icing sugar and bananas. Then there's the bacon, eggs, and hash browns. I put a piece of bacon in my pancake and roll it up and Freddie looks at me in disbelief.

"What?" I ask through a mouthful of bacon pancake.

"Why would you do that to a perfectly good pancake? What's wrong with you?"

The other three men laugh at his horror.

"Are you telling me you've never had a bacon pancake? What did you do with your childhood?"

"I had syrup on my pancakes like a normal human being would." He retorts, "That honestly looks revolting."

"Don't slag it off before you try it." I hold the dreaded bacon pancake up to his face, "Go on then. If it's that horrible you are welcome to complain about how terrible it is all you like."

"Oh Lord, don't say that, Alex. You'll just encourage him to complain even more."John says.

Freddie scrunches his face up at John and then takes a bite. We watch him in silence and it's clear he is trying to keep a straight face. He swallows it and shrugs, tilting his head too.

"It's fine. Not that great."

"Rubbish. I haven't eaten meat in years now, but I know it tastes good, Freddie." Brian says.

"Well if it's not that great, more for me." I say, eating the rest of it.

We continue to eat together and when we finish Brian and Freddie put the tray to the side and it's time to get started on presents. To be quite honest, I'm rather surprised that they got me anything at all. I don't think I've ever mentioned wanting anything and being able to come on this tour with them is more than enough.