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— February 27, 1976 Traveling through the midwest in the States during the winter season is not typically enjoyable due to the subzero temperatures, and seemingly deserted roads. The streets filled with silence with the exception of very few cars slowly driving up the white road in caution as the snowflakes gently create layers upon the road like a beautiful blanket, but the temperature certainly does not match its beauty
In the state of Indiana, subzero temperatures are fairly common around this season, and everyone tends to stay inside due to closing of businesses, and schools from the heavy conditions. Everyone new the typical drill, go out the day before the big storm hits to buy grocery's and all other necessities, and stay inside except for work or any emergencies.
For new tourists who are unfamiliar with these climates are fairly obvious picked out from among the crowd due to light clothing, and do not follow the stay inside rule.
Four handsome men whom were in search of a pub seemed to fit this description quite well due to lack of clothing, constant shivering, we're walking the streets of Clearston and constant argument on why they decided to stop at this god forsaken state instead of waiting for a much warmer state.
"This is all your bloody fault, Freddie! You couldn't have waited a few more hours until we've arrived at Georgia where it's probably warmer than here!" Roger yelled at his band mate who didn't seem to have any patience for an alcoholic beverage.
"Calm down darling, I'm sure you'll find yourself a nice girl to shag whilst our short time there." Roger lunges at Freddie for his attitude towards him quickly assuming a girl make up for everything.
"Hey, leave Roger alone he has a point. It's bloody freezing out here couldn't you have waited until tomorrow." He questions tightly tugs at his light black jacket that's an accessory to his outfit and not doing him any justice in the coldness. His brown leather shoes imprint into the snow as he trails behind his mates thinking off about his non existent plans after the tour.
"Well, I thought that we might as well celebrate ourselves for our first gig in the US! Of course, I'm still right, nevertheless."
"I swear, if we don't find anything at all Queen will no longer have a drummer due to amputation to the arms due multiple frost bites."
After what seems half an hour of walking in the freezing snow, but was actually two minutes, the boys were able to find an open bar.
"There seems to be a bar down the end!" Deaky points out with his shivering finger towards the corner of the opposite street toward the bright words 'the Crescent' illuminated with blue lights along with the blinking red words OPEN.
The boys attempt to run towards the bar to escape the bitter cold, but only ends up with Roger slipping on the sidewalk leaving the rest of the boys to muster up laughter.
"Ha ha very funny." Roger glares at the guys amusements lifting himself up swiping off any snow from his trousers.
Brian grasps the frozen handle pulling it open quickly due the scorching ice threatening to burn him. The sound of chatter, alcohol, the sound of the pool balls colliding with one another, and most important warmth fills the atmosphere of the room.
