These aren't real events, just short stories I made based on Queen's characteristics and stuff.
And yes, I know I'm not funny and that I'm going slightly mad.
"Hello, lovely members of Queen! Would you mind taking a picture as a group? To celebrate your lovely experiences, no?"
"No," Freddie said curtly. Seeing the photographer's hurt expression, he put aside his irritation. "Oh darling, I was joking around. Go ahead."
"Wait," Brian mumbled, determinedly pulling two locks of his hair apart from each other. "Get John and Roger first."
"John! Roger!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," Roger said, tossing his car keys up in the air and catching it again with a jingle. "Where's John?"
"No idea. I thought he was with you."
Roger's face turned a little pale as he remembered something. "They were giving out samples of cheese on toast."
"Where-"
"Ehm huh," John said from behind them, with a mouthful of cheese in his mouth.
"There you are. We're taking a picture, darling. Get in," Freddie said.
"Ohah," he said with difficulty, swallowing.
"How many samples did you even take?" Roger demanded.
"I don't know. I asked for a sample and then they recognized me and gave me all the samples I wanted in exchange for an autograph." He shrugged. "It was worth it."
"Get in the picture, John," Brian said.
"Okay."
"So, we're going to have Brian and Roger in front, and Freddie and John in the back," the photographer said, moving his tripod.
Everybody moved in position, and Brian smiled, looking his best.
"Oh, fine," Freddie grumbled, losing patience.
It's a little bright here, Roger thought. Why the hell did they have to make us face the sun?
John finished off the last bit of cheese. "Wait, I'm not read-"
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