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Knight in Shining Armor

Hello! I'm so glad everyone's enjoying the story. I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while school has been really stressful. I will try to update a much as possible.
There is some homophobic language used in this story. If that sort of thing bothers you I suggest not reading the story. I hate using the word that is used in the story, I think it's a completely disgusting word. I'm just using it for the story. Ok that's all, hope you like the story.

The last note of your song finally ended and all that was heard was the crowd cheering for your band.
It wasn't a big venue just a small pub, but tonight many local artists were here to play a few of their songs.
"Thank you so much everyone! I love you all, have a wonderful night!"
You said into the microphone. You walked off stage followed by your band mates.
"Great show tonight, huh?" Your bassist Jackson said tiredly.
"Hell yeah it was! Did you hear those high notes?! Damn." Your drummer Rowan exclaimed, jumping on your back.
"Oh come on, my high notes weren't that impressive." You quietly said.
"What!? Those high notes were fabulous!" Andrew, the guitarist, exclaimed.
"Thanks guys, you all did fabulously as well." You said shifting Rowan back up your back.
You step into your dressing room and dropped Rowan on to the couch.
"Alright boys, good show tonight. You deserve a break, go on and have a few drinks." Your manager, William Lock, said stepping into the dressing room.
Jackson, Rowan, and Andrew jumped up in excitement and run out.
You were about to step out when William grabbed your arm and said
"Stay here for a moment, I need to talk to you about the performance." You were very nervous.
He would always do this after every performance, tell you how horrible you did, pushing you to your breaking point.
"W-what do you need to talk about?" You asked in a shaky voice, your nerves showing clearly.
"What the hell did you called that performance tonight!" William whispered yelled, right in your face.
You just stood and stuttered, not knowing what to say.
"Well you know what I call? Absolute shit, that performance was absolute shit!" As William spoke his voice got louder.
"I-I'm sorry, I was doing my best." You said in a quiet tone.
"Your we're doing your best?! You were doing absolutely terrible! Do you want to make it in the music industry? Well your not going to if you keep doing shows like that!" William shouted.
You just stood there and stared at the floor, trying to keep the tears back.
"Oh stop crying you fag! You can be soft in this line of work." William shouted in your face.
You were starting to get feed up with this abuse. Every show it was the same thing.
You couldn't hear what William was yelling at you but you finally had enough.
"Will you stop yelling at me!" You shouted and pushed William away from you.
He looked at you with fury in his eye. He walked up to you and started shoving you back.
"What the hell did you say to me faggot!" William shoved you backwards.
You didn't know what to do you just stood in fear.
"Don't ever speak to me like that again!" This time William shoved you a little to hard. You fell right though the curtain that was hung in the door frame and smacked right into the people walking by.
"Jesus Christ!" A voice said.
You quickly reoriented yourself a stood up.
You were about to help the person you knocked down up when you heard Williams angry voice yell.
"(Y/N)! Get your ass back in here I'm not done with you!"
You ignored Locks yelling and turned to the man you ran into.
"I'm terribly sorry about that." You held out your hand to help him up.
The man took a hold of your hand and then looked up into your eyes.
You had to admit he was quit handsome. He had beautiful drown eyes and flowing dark hair. He had the most beautiful face you've ever seen, with strong cheek bones and a sharp jaw line.
Your were pulled out of your thoughts by William grabbing your arm.
"I told you to get back in here!" William shouted.
"You shouldn't speak to him like that, it's rude. What he do to deserve it?" A man with long flowing hair said.
"He messes up a performance by acting unprofessional. I'm him manager." Lock stated.
A man with long, dark, curly hair spoke up and said. "You may be his manager but you shouldn't grab him like that."
You look at the curly haired man with pleading eyes, eyes that screamed for help.
"I think I would be in you best interests to let go of him." The man you knocked over earlier said.
There was silence for a moment, William look from you to the four men in front of you.
Finally Lock let go of your arm and shoved you back into the beautiful stranger.
He held on to you, as if he was protecting you.
William angrily stormed off to who knows where.
"Are you alright?" The man who held you in his arms said.
"Yeah I'm fine, thank you." You said shyly.
"It was no problem darling. My name is Freddie, Freddie Mercury." He said kissing the front of your hand.
"My names (Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N)."
You both giggled and you could have sworn you saw blush creep across his face.
You look over that the other three men standing by and asked them their names.
"Well I'm Brain, that there is John, but we call him Deacy, and that's Roger."
"Well thank you all for helping me."
"Who was that asshole?" Roger asked.
"He's the manager for my band, as you can tell he's not very good at him job." You chuckled sadly.
"Well I'm just glad we were able to help." Freddie said.
"Yeah I guess you guys are like my knights in shining armor."