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We were home. Back to the ever impending question that was; 'will queen play at Live Aid?"

The confirmation date had already been issued and passed, but we all knew that Miami could easily pull some strings to get Queen a set.

Currently, I was sat outside of the meeting room. Inside sat, the usually late, Freddie Mercury and Miami Beach. I had come with Freddie to ease him a bit as I'd never seen him so stressed, which he was extremely grateful for.

Five minutes late, the other three members of Queen entered, and I managed to catch a glimpse of Roger just as he pulled the glasses off his eyes and pushed them over his head.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, giving me a grin.

"I'm a nosey arse, you know that" I joked, giving him a peck.

"You're late boys" I winked at the lads.

"You've heard that 'giving you a taste of your own medicine' idiom haven't you?" Brian smiled cheekily.

"Ah, so a bit of premature revenge then?" I asked, raising my brows and cocking my head.

"Yes pretty much, although this is just the taster" John said, wiggling his eyebrows back at me before entering the meeting room.

"Don't be too harsh will you?" I begged with Roger, clutching the edges of his fingertips as he began to walk away.

"I'll try" he huffed, and joined the other three.

I sat there nervously for the next five minutes, until suddenly Freddie walked out, not even noticing me in his dazed state.

"Good news?" I called over, and his head snapped up.

"What? Oh I'm not sure yet, they're deliberating" he shrugged.

His nerves were evident, due to the scared glare in his eye and his constant lip biting. Although he has been a bit of a prick for the past year, we have to admit that he is still one of our closest friends and friends make stupid mistakes all of the time.

"Well good luck- Oh here's John now" I said, nodding my head towards the door.

"We're ready for you" John said sarcastically and they both disappeared back into the room.

So there I was, left twiddling my thumbs as I awaited the news. It wasn't until I heard a myriad of laughter that I assumed that the group had rekindled their friendship, and were in fact playing Live Aid. My heart did a few excitable flips, and I stood up to greet them as the door opened.

Roger was the first to leave, who gave me a nod and a wink before walking towards me. Without giving him any warning, I rushed over to him and jumped into his arms.

"You're playing at Live Aid?" I asked hopefully.

"Yeah we are, beautiful" He said shocked, not even believing it himself.

"I'm so proud of you" I mumbled, grabbing his face and kissing his cheek.

He grabbed me by the waist and spun me around happily, peppering kisses over my face.

"We're going to Wembley, babe" He grinned, placing me down.

"I'm so proud of you all, come here you lot!" I shouted, and they all rushed over to me, pushing all of our bodies down onto the sofa. This eventually lead to us all being a huge human huddle on the floor, and unfortunately for me I was squished underneath.

"Guys" I breathed, flailing my arms around.

"I'm really happy for you- but I'd like to be alive for Wembley please" I wheezed, whacking John on the back.

They all jumped up and helped me to my feet, before engulfing me into another hug, which was a bit more tame this time around.

"We have to start rehearsing ASAP, we haven't played together for months" John pointed out and the rest nodded.

"Let's get going then, better sooner rather than later" Roger shrugged.

"Ah ah ah, first we need to celebrate" I said, giving John a side hug.

"I'm up for that" Brian nodded, and we all cheered happily.

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I pulled on a red mini skirt, tying my hair up into a red scrunchie, and finally I put on a simple black vest.

"You look lovely, babe" Roger said, as I came out of the bathroom.

I didn't wear much makeup, just a red lipstick to go with the skirt and scrunchie.

"Thanks, you too. I'm loving this shirt" I complimented, pointing to his checked black and white shirt that decorated his body.

"Why thank you" He said, standing up.

"It would look much better on the floor though" I teased, copying his line from before.

"Wow" He said, jokingly holding his hand over his heart "I've taught you so well"

I slapped his chest jokingly and went over to the wardrobe.

"Oi Rog you got a red jacket I could wear?" I called back to him and he came over.

"Yeah, got a leather one that should do.... ah here" He said, nodding as he found the red leather jacket and passed it to me.

"This is what you wore when you told Freddie about the tour" I gasped, touching the cold leather, a wave of nostalgia flowing over my veins.

"So it is, that bloody zebra print top has gone though" He laughed.

The only reason we knew this is because of the numerous photos I had taken, we don't just memorise each other's outfits. Well not that I know of anyway. It wouldn't be that hard to memorise mine in all fairness, just say plain top and mini skirt and you're good to go.

I pulled on the crimson jacket and looked at myself in the mirror, the red really popped and made my outfit look really cool.

"Let's go" I grinned, and grabbed his hand to pull him out of the front door.

For a moment, it felt like we were slipping back into the old-days. With tours and parties, and in all honesty I really couldn't think of anything better at the minute.

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