"What's his problems with us? I swear to god he doesn't like us because we are... Different. Because we experiment!" Freddie yelled to his manager on the phone. He was pacing back and forth in the living room. Alice was seated on the couch nearby, nibbling on cheese biscuits while glaring at him.
"I happily explained to him about the album, I told him about what inspired us during the making of the album. But I did not get into intimate details," Freddie screeched back to Jim Beach, the band's manager on the other side of the phone. He was fuming over the article after what he thought, was a decent interview with the NME magazine. "I don't have to justify who I am, there are things I do not want to tell him Jim!"
Alice bit her lip, feeling unnecessary guilty at how distressed Freddie was. She poured herself another cup of coffee before continuing to glare at Freddie. Alice bit her lower lip, seeing Freddie defensive of his art, his work with his band, he was irresistible.
"I can't sell myself Jim, when this guy, this reporter, this so-called music critic constantly needling me to..." Freddie paused momentarily listening to Jim on the other line. He stopped pacing and glanced to Alice; who was wearing his blouse which look oversized on her frame with her signature tousled bun. He waited for Jim to finish before retorting back, "He meant to put me down! To put the band down! That's the thing..."
Alice picked up her mug and blew the coffee to cool it down, waiting patiently for Freddie to finish.
"I'm saying he has to respect our work," Freddie continued to pace back and forth again. "It's our freedom of expression, our artistic freedom. We should be able to produce the music we want, whatever genre it may be."
"Do you want coffee or tea?" Alice suddenly asked as her eyes met with Freddie's.
"Too bad if its no. But he can't say our genre is wrong considering we are a rock band," Freddie ignored her, his face still stern at the conversation he was having.
"No Jim, don't get me wrong. I am open to criticism; I did saw his questions coming. But what does our music have to do with who I'm dating?" Freddie paused to steal quick glance at Alice. He then replied back, "Okay fine then, talk to you later."
Freddie slammed the phone to the wall, "That fucking reporter!"
"Would you like bread and butter?" Alice quickly put down her mug, she felt the need to attend to her man.
"It's crazy you know, they don't understand anything!" Freddie blurted out in frustration. Freddie sat himself next to Alice completely ignoring her question, she prepared him his toast regardless while nodding her head.
"You notice right there's a trend now in music. The punk-rock fad and our band are expected to follow it. I mean fuck that!" Freddie expressed himself angrily. He brushed his hair in frustration but that simple innocent act alone was driving Alice crazy. His side profile did not help either as an angry Freddie was turning her on.
Alice nodded again, supporting her man. "Want one?" she offered the bread she made to him.
"No thank you darling," Freddie replied with a sigh. The article took his appetite away. "I just... I don't give a shit anymore, about these damn reporters. We'll never be good enough for them!"
Alice proceeds to eat the bread while listening to Freddie; his face red from being overly defensive due to that off-putting article, though in seriousness he looked irresistible to her. The tightened jaw, the tense face, the sexy fuming glare.
"They only think in terms of business, there's no originality. They have no... I don't know how to explain it..." Freddie tried to explain himself like a little boy to Alice. Alice chewed her toast trying not to grin, she found him very endearing at that very moment. "They have no taste."
Alice nearly let out a chuckle but held it in with her palm to her mouth.
"Yeah, they just have no taste." Freddie blurted out one last time looking up to Alice.
Alice put down her half-eaten toast, and wrapped her arms around Freddie's waist, her chin resting on his shoulder, staring at him with her big round eyes. "Fuck em, let's focus on us and what we want to do today."
Freddie wrapped his arms around her head and pulled her in roughly, he swiftly planted a sloppy kiss to her cheeks. "Well aren't you precious," he said between kisses.
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A/N:
I know, recent chapters have been short innit? I apologize. I have a flight to catch tomorrow morning, a work-trip. Urgh how I despise reality, but don't worry, I will post new chapters consistently.
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