Calling All Boys (Queen)

Best Man.

Rogers P.O.V.

The venue where Brian's wedding reception was taking place was only a short walk away from the church they had gotten married in, so it should have been an easy journey, but Queens fame had skyrocketed over the years and now we couldn't do anything or go anywhere without being followed by the press, journalists sticking their camera lens' in our faces and so on, and of course, with it being one quarter of Queens wedding day today, it would make wonderful news, so there was a lot of them out here today, trying to get the juiciest photographs.

And with the other three quarters of Queen already on the way to the reception on our own, it made us prime targets for some hassling, which was annoying anyway, but with a fragile Freddie on our hands, it just put me even more on edge.

Especially since in the last couple of years, word had gotten out to the world about Brian and Freddie being in a relationship together...and now the magazines and the newspapers were having a field day knowing Brian was now marrying a woman after him and Freddie had been snapped many times looking loved up in public.

"Freddie?! Freddie?! How do you feel about Brian getting married today?!" I heard one journalist shout over to us, thankfully, we had bodyguards with us to keep them from getting to us as gone were the days where we could roam the streets unrecognised.

My heart lurched for Freddie when I heard that question being shouted at him, I looked behind me and glanced at him, his eyes sad and kept down at the floor, he kept silent, refusing to answer their questions, just like he had always done, he never had been one for interviews.

"Roger?! John?! Will Queen be performing at Brian's wedding reception tonight?!" I heard, a question shouted at us from the same guy who had asked Freddie the earlier question.

We glanced at each other, smiling a little, we chose to ignore the journalist and bundled ourselves into the venue where the celebrations were set to continue.

I heard the flick of a lighter and turned around to see Freddie lighting up yet another cigarette, I sometimes wish he'd never taken it up as heavily as he had done, he never used to smoke, then he used to have the odd one when we were out but he was never addicted...now he can't concentrate without one between his lips.

The venue was nice and was heavily decorated, but I couldn't appreciate anything...not the matching white flowers on all the tables or the navy blue balloons everywhere, I couldn't appreciate the church ceremony or how happy Brian's new wife looked, I couldn't get happy for them, not when I knew just how much Freddie was hurting. And because they were hurting him, I wanted to resent them. Not that I liked Brian's new wife anyway, but I couldn't stand the way Brian had left Freddie out in the dark...the poor guy already had his heart hanging out of his arse without having to watch him marry somebody else.

I felt very protective over him lately, both me and John felt that way, he was like a child that we had to nurture and stop from doing stupid things...because he blamed himself for Brian leaving him and it was torturing him...Brian has still not told him why he got up and left him one day.

"It looks nice in here..." Deaky shrugged.
I could tell he didn't mean it as he also hated that Brian was getting married to someone other than Freddie today, but he was just trying to lighten the mood and pick out the positives from the heavy amount of negatives.

But as other people had now started to arrive my heart began to thud a little harder...I knew I'd have to deliver my Best Man speech soon in front of Brian, his new wife, all these guests, Deaky...and in front of Freddie. I'd found it incredibly difficult to even write one, not just because I'd only known Brian's wife for the last six months and only actually met her a handful of times, but I found it hard to write anything positive about the marriage, because as far as I was concerned, none of this should be happening.