Calling All Boys (Queen)

A Drink And A Shag.

John's P.O.V.

Wandering out onto the balcony of Freddie's hotel room, I waited for him to get ready, hearing Roger trying to make casual conversation with him, and, never really getting an answer.

I could tell Freddie didn't want Roger and me to accompany him tonight. He had turned into quite the Lone Ranger, if he wanted to go somewhere, he'd go alone, do something, he'd do it himself.

Maybe he'd just gotten used to being on his own after his break up with Brian...or, maybe he thought that if he was on his own, nobody else could hurt him.

It was sad. I hated seeing him like this. He'd gone from the life and soul of the household, the one that's always the peace maker, the one that makes everyone smile and laugh and motivated...to the guy that we never see, who never breaks a smile or doesn't try to make conversation...he just stays out of the way.
To me, that was the visual definition of a broken-hearted man.

But myself and Roger had been planning this for a long time, as soon as we knew we'd have to fly over here, to New York, we knew straight away that all Freddie would be bothered about was going wild in the gay scene over here.

We'd made a plan, that we'd persuade him to let us go with him, we knew he wouldn't want us to, he didn't want us to back home so why would he let us cramp his style over here?!
But we were to be stubborn, if he said no, we would follow him anyway.

We'd let him have his way for a few months now, letting off his angry steam, fooling about with strangers and doing whatever the fuck he wants, the typical break up period, everybody goes through it.

You break up, you want to rebel, so you start going out all the time, dressing up, hooking up, kissing and fucking strangers to make up for lost time, which was what you fooled yourself into thinking it was.

Jesus, even I had that slutty stage after breaking up with Roger, and so did the drummer.

So Freddie's not alone. He just...takes it to the extreme and then becomes even more miserable.

So we wanted to see what his nights consisted of for ourselves.

He'd told us before that if we were to go out with him, we wouldn't like what we saw. So we're well prepared for some eccentric and gobsmacking shit.

But we knew if we didn't start to pull him back to the light, he'd be stuck in that dark pit forever.

We were just looking out for him, and even though he'd already warned us not to stop him from doing anything, we would do just that if we thought we had to. Sometimes, Freddie forgets what's right and what's wrong, and sometimes, he just doesn't give a fuck. But we were going to start reminding him what was right, and what he shouldn't be doing.

He wasn't going to get Brian back, he was married. Hard love, but he had to move on.
And nobodies going to want him when he's a drunk and drugged up bastard.

It was time he sorted his life out and we were going to be there for him every step of the way.

And by golly, we knew he wasn't going to like it. But he wasn't getting rid of us.

Myself and Roger may not be together anymore, but we were still together. And not in a relationship way, but together in a way where we were both on the same wavelength, we always had been and that was one thing that I had always cherished about Rog, he really understood me, and I did him.

I absolutely adored him.
But only as a friend.

When we dated and got into that wild, whirlwind of a relationship a few years ago, we never truly knew what we wanted. Yes, I fancied him like hell and he did me, but really? The emotional part was never really there. Yes, we told each other we loved each other but...we didn't, not really. It was more of a strong like, but not love. We could never speak to each other or tell the other one our problems...partners are supposed to be able to talk to their significant other...we could never do that.

So although I will never regret dating Roger, I was, in a way, happy that it had never worked out. Because if it had, it would have been one of those turbulent, angry and bitter relationships where we secretly hated each other.

But it ended before we let it get to that stage and now, I may have lost a boyfriend, but I gained a best friend that I would cherish forever.

And we both knew, Freddie had to get over Brian before he did something fucking stupid like he's starting to do.

I get it. I get that he's in agony on the inside and I get that he was head over heels in love with Brian and I get that it must've crushed him to the point of suffocation...and I get that he must still be suffering not even knowing why Brian left him.

So, I get it. And I have all the sympathy for him...but I don't want the great Freddie Mercury to think his life is over just because of a break up.

Yes, it was awkward and harder for him because Brian still lived at home with the rest of us and although he and his new wife have plans to move in together in a few months, Freddie's still going to see him, he has to work with him.

So he's never really gotten any closure as he has had to see the guitarist every day.

So myself and Roger had planned so much for this week in New York.

Brian wasn't here, the first and longest time Freddie will be away from him in four years.
We wanted to remind him that Freddie didn't need Brian to have a good time. That his life is not on stand still.

He can do whatever the fuck he wants...as long as it's within reason.

"You ready to go?" Roger scuttled outside and whispered at me.

I looked at him dressed in a low buttoned shirt and blue jeans...sunglasses covering his eyes even though it was already pitch black outside.

"Yeah, let's go..." I smirked back at him and watched him walk in front of me.

Maybe...I did still fancy him a little bit. Just a tiny bit.

"Come on, you've already made me later than I want to be." Freddie huffed impatiently as he held the door open for us and ushered us out quickly.

I exchanged wide eyed, slightly apprehensive glances with the drummer, I could tell our frontman was lacking patience.

We followed him out of the hotel and out into the busy, lively streets, watching him strut away with those long legs and his leather jacket cladded torso, his hair slicked back, moustache trimmed and a cigarette between his lips.

His appearance had drastically changed in the last year, from this skinny little, innocent looking singer with the long hair, clean shaven face and skin tight jumpsuits, to a masculine, slightly muscular, short haired stud that wore tight jeans and big leather jackets.

Everyone used to think Fred was attractive but Roger used to be the heart throb...now Freddie's taken over that role, amongst both the girls and the boys.

And admittedly? He did look bloody amazing.

We had all had our hair chopped off, apart from Brian, but our fashion sense had changed, I guess we were just trying to follow the trends, just, some of us did it better than the rest.

"Where are we going first, Fred?!" Roger called over to the speeding Freddie who was a little ahead of us.

He shrugged and called back with a sarcastic tone, one that said, are these bastards really still following me?
"Anywhere, Roger. I don't fucking care as long as I get a drink and a shag."

We better prepare ourselves for one hell of a wild night.