Nightmare. (49)

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October, 1984

You came onto the set of Queen's new music video. 

"Close your eyes!" Brian spoke from behind you, the rest of the boys laughing quietly. You smiled and covered your eyes with your hands. "Turn around.." Brian said, you turned around. "Open your eyes.." He continued. "Now." He said, you uncovered your eyes and couldn't help but laugh. "Excuse me, darling? We look fabulous!" Freddie said, doing a hair flip with his black hair wig. "Where's Roger?" You asked curiously, seeing he is no where to be found. "We saved him for the very last!" Deacy said, laughing a bit.

Freddie was wearing a pink tank top with bra straps showing a bit, a black skirt, black tights and black heels. Brian had a pink night gown, pink socks, pink bunny slippers and his hair in curlers. Deacy had a grey wig, black coat, black hat and black heels.

"Show me Roger!" You smiled, clapping your hands together a few times quickly. "You see.. he doesn't want to come out because we may or may not have been making fun of him." Freddie said, you rolled your eyes and walked over to the dressing room, knocking on the door.

"Go away." Roger said, hint of sadness in his voice. "It's me, Angel. Can you please come out?" You said. "Are they gone?" He said, you looked behind you and shooed them away but they wouldn't go. "Yes, will you let me in?" You said, Roger opened, he was hiding behind the door. You walked in and he closed the door. 

You saw Roger in a blonde wig, white shirt tucked into a black skirt, white socks (one higher then the other) and over all, he looked so much like a girl it was scary.

"Aww." You smiled, coming over to him. "You look so adorable." You said, cupping his face. "W-why.. why do you look actually really hot?" You said, letting go of his face. You took his hand and walked him to the table. "Sit down." You said, he complied, crossing his legs. You put 2 polka dot bows in his wig and putting on a pink and yellow tie on him. You held to his tie, pulling him closer to you and giving him a kiss. "You're a beautiful women. Prettier then me." You said, he laughed. "Thank you." He smiled. You put your hand on his lower thigh, your hand slowly making it's way under his skirt. "This is weird." You said, quickly pulling your hand away. "Am i turning you on?" Roger smiled. "Maybe." You said, Roger wrapped his arms around your neck, you put your hands on his waist and kissed.

"Come on Roger, we're sorry we made fun of you." Freddie said, coming into the dressing room and seeing the kiss. "You probably shouldn't kiss Roger in that costume so people don't think you're cheating on Rog with a women." Freddie said, you pulled away. "Right, let's go." Roger said, slapping your butt. 

Roger sat down at a table, lighting a cigarette as he waited for everything to get set. You got the camera and took a picture of Roger with a cigarette in his mouth, he made a cute face and you smiled.

Half an hour later, they finished shooting the living room scene and were goofing around. You sat down on the couch next to Deacy. Suddenly, Roger belly plopped onto the couch, his chest on your lap. "Rogerina!" You shouted, smacking his butt, he laughed. Roger turned around, fixing his skirt. "Be careful with that skirt." You laughed. "Oh! Let me try sitting on your lap and kissing you, the thing you always do." Roger said, getting up from the couch and straddled you, putting his hands on your neck and kissing you softly. You put your hands on his hips.

"How have you been married for years and yet stay so intimate?" Brian said looking at the both of you. "You act exactly the same as you did like 10 years ago." He added, you smiled into the kiss and pulled away. You both shrugged at Brian's question. "Now i know why you love doing this." Roger smiled. "Alright, you've had enough fun now get off." You said. He frowned and got off your lap.

"You alright, Freddie?" You walked over to Fred as he sat in a chair, looking at himself in the mirror without his wig. "Huh? Yeah." Freddie said, snapping out of his day dream. "You sure?" You asked, he took a deep breath and nodded. "Go on, dear. Have some fun." Fred weakly smiled.

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"I'm still surprised you came up with that idea of drag." You said, laying down next to Roger in bed. "I just wanted to see if i'm still good looking as a woman." He said. "How was it kissing a woman, by the way?" He smiled. "Alright? What do you want me to say?" You said. 

-

You both fell asleep.

Now, usually you don't have nightmares. But, tonight was different, very different.

You were in a dark room, almost like a void. You saw a man drinking uncontrollably and doing what seems like lines of coke. The man looked up from the table and you noticed it was Freddie, you tried to call out his name but you couldn't hear your own voice. Freddie's clothes changed and he did the same thing again, but seeming more sickly. His clothes changed about 10 more times as he did the same thing over again. He got up, stumbling over to you. Freddie stopped, looking at you with such depression in his face, you tried running to him but your body didn't want to move. "My time is almost up." He spoke very softly, suddenly dropping to the floor. You were finally able to run over to him, you got on your knees, taking him into the your arms. "Freddie!" You called out, shaking his lifeless body. Tears started rolling down your cheeks. "Please! Freddie!" You cried. You noticed a shadow above you, you looked up and saw Paul. "The one thing that you hoped wouldn't take anybody else away." Was all Paul said before turning into mist.

You quickly sat up, panting and covered with cold sweat. You rubbed your eyes in panic, looking around the room. Your eyes slowly adjusted, recognizing it was your bedroom. 

You jerked your body away as you felt Roger's hand on your back. "Are you alright? You're sweaty." Roger said with a half asleep voice. "Uh, yeah. Just had a bad dream." You said, laying back down, snuggling with Roger.

You kept thinking of what the dream was about and what Paul meant, but that was cut short as you fell asleep.

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