Gold Dust Woman | John Deacon [DISCONTINUED]

i. day one: wake up call

It was decided, Queen was going to Ridge Farm to record their new album: A Night At The Opera. Finally a place to get rid of all distractions, and just focus on their music.

It was early in the morning when they arrived. A few loose chickens clucked and scrambled at the sight of the cars, and you could hear a few other animals sound as they got closer to the building. Looking out the window, John could see a pool by the house. Since it was a nice August day, he wouldn't mind going for a swim.

As the men got out of their cars and stepped on the soil of Ridge Farm they heard Paul curse. He gestured to the two cars that were already in the driveway. "Are you kidding me?" He said to himself, "they're still here."

"Who's still here?" Brian asked, grabbing his bags from the trunk of one of the cars.

Paul sighed, "This stupid girl band from America, the Sirens or whatever, I was told they would be out of here by the time you guys would come in."

"I'll try to convince them to leave, come on," Paul said as he ushered them inside.

The kitchen and living room were fairly clean, the only evidence of someone being there was a few dirty glasses in the sink. Paul marched straight up the stairs, knocking on one of the many rooms door's.

He knocked once more, harder this time, before a disheveled, curly haired blonde girl opened the door. She was wearing a floral pajama set and her hair was wild from a night of sleep. She scoffed when she saw Paul, her mood turning sour in an instant, "What do you want?" She asked, she obviously wasn't very happy to see him. When she finally saw the men behind him and shifted her weight to one of her legs, "Who are they?"

"The next group, you were supposed to be out of here before they came." Paul snipped at her, causing the woman to roll her eyes.

"Listen Paul," the woman said, placing her hands on her hips, "we are booked till the end of this week, so we are going to stay till the end of this week." She ended with a fake smile and began to close her door until another voice was heard.

"It's six o'clock in the morning, what's with all the ruckus?" Another blonde haired girl came out of a different room, wrapping a blush pink silk robe around herself. She rubbed her eyes and they widened when she saw what was happening, "Oh, hello."

"Indiana, you take your girls and get out of here." Paul demanded, turning to the other woman.

The kind look on the woman's face faltered for a moment, "I don't really like your tone, Paul." She said, "Check the calendar, we are here until the end of the week."

"I'm calling management," Paul threatened them.

The curly haired one rolled her eyes, "Well go call management," she said in a mocking tone. "And have them explain to you what 'here till the end of the week' means!"

There was a thud of something hitting a door to their left, causing everyone to jump. "Can y'all shut the hell up? Some people need their sleep!" A female voice yelled from inside the room.

The girl whom Paul called Indiana rubbed her temples with her hands, "Paul, there must have been a mixup in scheduling," she told him calmly, "Please just call the record company and ask them about it."

Paul shook his head, "Fine, but what are they supposed to do?" He gestured to the four men behind him.

"Let them upstairs to record, or something," she was exasperated, "But please, for the love of all things holy, let us sleep. We had a late night of recording last night, and if Jem doesn't get her sleep she'll be up a wall." Indiana said before turning back into her room and closing the door.

The curly haired woman rolled her eyes before going back into her room, and Paul turned to the group. "You all head upstairs, the producers will be here any minute to get you started. I'm gonna go call the company and see what I can do about these girls."

The group lingered a moment as Paul descended the stairs, they were going to head to the studio but they heard a door squeak open. "Good morning," Indiana popped her head out, "Sorry about that, Ivy doesn't really like Paul." She whispered.

Roger chuckled, "I'm starting to get the same feeling."

"Well I'm Indiana, but we can do formal introductions later. We were up till two recording this morning, so I'm sorry if we seem a bit on edge." The woman leaned her head on the doorframe, looking as if she could fall asleep at any moment.

"It's understandable," John said, shrugging it off. "You try to get some rest now."

Indiana nodded, "If you guys need any help just let me know," she smiled softly before shutting the door.

Freddie smiled, "I liked them," he said before heading up the stairs. John looked to Brian, who shrugged.

"I wonder, how many of them are there?" Roger asked the two before following Freddie up the stairs.

Brian rolled his eyes before going to follow Roger, "You coming John?" The curly haired man asked him.

"Yeah," John shook his head, getting out of his thoughts and following Brian up the stairs.