Freddie didn't understand how she had bewitched him, nor why having done the BBC interview, Alice seemed to forgot his existence in their last encounter. He told the band about meeting her backstage and in desperate mood asked them why the only girl he was crazy about was the only girl not crazy about him. They were lounging backstage in a trailer after the show before a small encore with all the other artists.
"Chicks man, you can never tell." Roger comforted Freddie, laying lifeless on the couch. He was wrapped in a towel to let his sweaty body seep into the towel.
"Our roadie Peter said other roadies tried talking to her backstage but she was totally not having it," Brian added, seating on the couch with his Red Special. His eyes transfixed on tuning the instrument.
Freddie nodded, "Maybe she was just not in the mood."
"Or maybe she's some uppity, better than everyone, kind of dancer." Roger began to instigate, what he does best. He was not intentionally assuming the worst of Alice considering how adorable she was when she approached them, but dancers have an air of smugness amongst them backstage at shows. And also the fact that he got turned down once by one of them at Top of The Pops.
"Damn," Freddie muttered looking down to his shoes.
"Alice is gorgeous though," a silent John voiced. "And I'm not gonna dance around it, but she looks like a good fucker." John blurted out folding his arms with a huge grin. Brian and Roger erupted in laughter at the statement but Freddie looked back to them, not amused.
"Can you guys not talk about her like that," Freddie muttered with a pout, sounding serious all of a sudden.
"Oh come on Fred. So you can talk about her all day and the moment we mention her, it's disgusting?" Roger defended John jokingly, nudging Freddie with his feet. He was too tired to even seat upright, Roger always does after a gig.
"He's not insulting her Freddie. It's rather a compliment really," Brian insisted, his eyes twinkling.
"Yeah Fred. I'm not trying to insult her. I'm just saying that she looks like a good fucker, okay?" John cleared the situation with a white teethy smile spread across his face.
"Yeah. She looks like she can take a dick," Roger admitted pulling himself to seat upright.
"I suppose so," Freddie agreed, a huge grin plastered on his face. "Both man and woman pride themselves on their dick-receiving skills." The band started to cringe at Freddie's last statement.
"Dick-receiving skills? Good lord that's something you don't hear every day," Brian added, his face green somehow.
"No guys I completely understand what Freddie is trying to say. If a person tried to compliment me on my dick-giving skills, I'd be very pleased!" Roger added ecstatic. Freddie laughed, Roger and him always had a similar sense of humor.
The conversation did not deter Freddie's curiosity for Alice. For a long time, he resorted to his time-tested methods of attracting boys and girls, by merely flashing a smile in their general direction and they would lap it up. Freddie had always been a shy person, rarely would he approach and do the first move unless he was very drunk. He would have his band mates or even a roadie to assist him on that. When they met backstage earlier that day, he smiled towards her general direction to give her the boon of his cheekbone, dimples and jawline combo but alas, Alice merely smiled and looked away.
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Falling For Freddie (Freddie Mercury or Queen Fanfic)
Romansa"Can you sayyyyy... HELLO?" Freddie asked his daughter eagerly. She was so small seating on his chest, she weighed like a feather to him. "Yello..." Elle cried back. Alice leaned to the side of the door, a grin formed on her face. Freddie could comm...
