Not long after the boys showed Y/N "Killer Queen," she called them to tell them the news. The BBC loved their demo and wanted them on The Top of the Pops. She thought she might've gone deaf after hearing their excited screams over the phone. This was the first time the public would really hear them as a professional band, and the first time playing "Killer Queen" for the rest of the world. They thought nothing could kill their high. Until they got there.
The BBC wanted to do a pre-performance interview, which was standard. Should have been no big deal. Y/N was even asked to participate, and couldn't help but feel giddy at the professionalism. But about five minutes into the interview, the interviewer asked a question that caused Queen and its manager to tense up.
"So, Y/N, you're the band's manager. I haven't met many female band managers, which one of these lads did you have to shag to get the job?" The interviewer meant it as a joke, not that that excused his question, and a few of the crew members around them snickered. Brian, Roger, John, and Freddie all held their breath as they shifted their eyes over to Y/N. While they expected her face to be coated in rage, it was only contained to her eyes.
She offered an overly polite, tight-lipped smile to the chauvinist interviewer. "You may find it surprising, but I'm not the only female band manager out there. And I got the job all on my own. I even offered it," she said flatly.
"I'm sure you've offered quite a lot..." the interviewer chuckled quietly to himself. Brian, who was sat beside Y/N, noticed her fingernails digging into the armrest.
"Do you have an actual question for me?" While anyone who knew Y/M could tell she wanted to spit the question, she did her best to coat it in a sugary politeness.
"Yes, yes," the interviewer waved his hand, almost brushing off her resistance. "How's it been seeing these four talented lads on the rise to stardom?" Even that question was laced with misogyny. Y/N had to desperately fight the rolling of her eyes.
Instead, she let an attempt at a calming breath pass through her nose. "It's been lovely. They certainly have a future in this industry, and I've been more than excited to help them along their way."
"Great, great. And Freddie, you're quite the flamboyant showman. Have any tricks up your sleeve for your upcoming album?" As Freddie answered the question, Y/N tried to focus through her annoyed mindset and clenched jaw.
"You alright?" Brian whispered to only her. She mustered a nod, but couldn't release her grip on the armrest.
Once the interview finished, the band was able to see the musical set, but their first worry was their manager. Y/N stormed ahead of them as they walked through the studio, steam still shooting from her ears.
"Are you alright, Y/N? I'm so sorry you had to deal with that," Brian said quickly. Though it didn't change the situation, it did stop Y/N in her tracks, and turned her towards the rest of the band. They all wore similar sympathetic expressions.
"Yeah, Y/N , he was a total wanker," Roger said angrily.
"I really thought you were going to punch him," John almost chuckled.
"I was close," Y/N grinned, shockingly. Though it quickly turned back into a scowl. "God, the nerve of some fucking people..." she muttered under her breath.
"You handled the situation very classily, Y/N," Freddie reassured. Mary walked up to the group, a typical smile on her face, but she quickly caught onto the tone of the situation.
"What's happened?" she asked with concern.
"Men are assholes," Y/N huffed and ran a hand over her hair.
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Feelings Long Buried - Roger Taylor
Fanfic"Does he make you happy?" Roger asked as his expression suddenly hardened. Y/N was more than caught off guard by the question. "What?" she asked, baffled at the notion. "You heard what I said," he insisted. "Yes. He makes me happy," she said with...
