A Roger Taylor Collection

A Killer Queen - Now I'm Here

London, England.

For the past couple of days, you have been taking your job a little more seriously with the pending album coming up so soon. The band was working hard on songs in the little studio space they rented out for a while, the only problem was the fact that they were running out of money to keep the studio all to themselves. Yes, they had plenty of gigs but, they still had to pay their rent, actually live day to day, and save for the costs of the album.

You have been making calls to different places to find somewhere for the band to record their songs. It is easier said than done.

Believe it or not, record companies don't usually rent out their spaces for people to come and go as they please while using their equipment. But, luckily you had reached the recording studio that their first experimental album was recorded at and crossed your fingers as you talked to the receptionist; the place was called Trident Studios. She says she remembers them coming in and doing absolute nonsense in the booth, making her say that she was absolutely busting laces, but she still needed to get it approved by the boss in order for them to record and use Trident's label.

It was a waiting game at this point, waiting for that call for the go-ahead so you could tell the boys. You haven't seen them since they showed up at your flat, later that day discussing what they needed in order to make this next album happen-they were including you in band meetings now. Once you had put on some clothes, much to some people's dismay, you all chatted about the possibilities. Even in the midst of the chattering you still found time to talk brian for tuning the guitar, he just smiled and said it was nothing considering you were good friends now.

Huh, good friends with the members of Queen-well, at least some of them.

London, England. September 5th, 1973

Today is Freddie's birthday. Initially, you were hoping that you could give the good news about the recording studio allowing them to record the album, but sadly, that call has yet to come for you.

Currently, you are driving down the narrow streets of London that led to the Bulsara household, cigarette hanging out of your mouth as you tapped your fingers on your steering wheel. The family has invited you over for a dinner to celebrate Freddie's birthday and you couldn't wait to give Freddie the present you have been dying to give him for quite some time now. They were your family in a way now, they have always been so welcoming ever since you met Freddie and you felt completely at home with them. Not to mention Jer and Bomi treating you like their own even before they knew about how little family you had.

You and Fred were so close that it was normal for you to just open the door and say 'I'm home' whenever. You especially loved Kashy-Kash who you treated like a little sister when she needed and a best friend when she wanted, the bond there was strong too. Now that you haven't seen them in almost 3 months, you could wait to see them again.

Your family again.

You swiftly parked right in a vacant space that another vehicle had just left and shut off your rumbling engine. You sat there for a moment and looked to your left to the house across the street, admiring the fact that Kash and Jer have decorated the front door of the house just for him. You couldn't help but chuckle to yourself. Reaching over, you grabbed the bag that rested on your passenger seat and grabbed your keys from the ignition-you weren't leaving them in the car for it to almost get stolen like it did the first time you got it, you actually thought you lived in a safe enough place to keep your car unlocked. You handled that situation well, being the woman that you were.

Once you made sure your baby was locked, you crossed the street and moved up the steps quickly toward the door. You opened the door and walked into the house, "Knock, Knock!", You looked around to see it clean and slightly decorated for this joyest occasion, you know full well the girls loved the opportunity to invite guests over. You breathed in the surrounds and smiled when you saw Bomi walk out of the kitchen with an empty coffee cup plus the morning's paper under his arm.