𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 ♛ Roger Taylor

Four

The Miami Beach

♛

THE FOUR BAND mates sat on the coach in Ray Fosters office waiting for Freddie. Like always Freddie was late. Arabella sat at the end of the couch next to Roger who had his arm around her shoulders.

This has been a daily thing for the two blondes, they always flirted with each other but they have yet to confess their feelings. The smith girl grabbed Roger's arm that hung on her shoulder to look at the watch.

"Where is he?" She whispered and let go of Rogers arm that fell right above her breast, she cleared her throat and he didn't hesitate to move it back onto her shoulder.

"He will be here any minute now," Roger sighed, "I don't like how Paul is looking at you like he wants to eat you for dinner."

"Just ignore him, I definitely won't let him even get a foot near me, he makes me feel uncomfortable some how," Arabella whispered, "he's going to be our downfall, I feel it."

Suddenly, the door swung open to reveal Freddie Mercury, "hello."

The man sat in the small arm chair near Ray's desk, "your late," Ray said in annoyance.

"Am I?" Freddie said and smiled at the girl.

"It takes a lot of time to look that good," Arabella chuckled.

"Now that we are all here," Reid said, "Jim this is Ray Foster, Ray this is the lawyer Jim Beach."

"We must stop calling him that," Freddie said as he lit a cigarette.

"That's his name," Reid chuckled.

"We can't keep calling him Jim Beach," Freddie made a face at the sound of his name, "that's absurd and not to mention, unspeakably boring."

Arabella chuckled at Freddie, catching his attention, "want to do the honors my dear?"

Arabella turned towards Jim and purses her lips as she thought of a name, "Miami."

"Perfect!" Freddie said, "From now on, I dub the Miami Beach."Jim let out a chuckle as he heard his nick name that the two singers gave him.

"Right, now that everyone's got an acceptable name, let's get to it," Ray said, "look we just need something special, more hits like Killer Queen, but bigger."

"It's not bloody Widgets we're making," Roger said, "we can't just reproduce Killer Queen."

The band watched as Freddie got up and walked to the record player, "no" he said blankly as he placed a disc in, "we can do better."

Arabella listened to the beautiful Opera playing in the record player. Freddie slightly walked around Ray's desk.

"Its Opera," Ray said.

"Opera," Reid said and Paul following to say the same thing which made the girl roll her eyes at the sound of his voice.

It's very rare for Arabella to really hate someone, and she definitely does not like Paul at all.

Freddie moved his hand with the song and hit Rays desk. Arabella and Roger raised their hands slightly and moved it with the song, making them smile at each other.

Freddie made his way around, back to the record player. He turned off the music and faced towards Ray.

"You see, Mr. Foster," Arabella spoke up, "we don't want to repeat ourselves, we don't want to use the same...what's the word I'm looking for?"

"Formulas?" Brian said and Arabella nodded.

"We don't want to use the same formulas over and over," she finished.

"Formulas are a complete and utter waste of time," Freddie said blankly.

"Stick to the formulas," Ray said, "I like formulas."

"We will call the album," Freddie looked at his friends, "A Night at the Opera."

Ray let out a scoff, "are you aware that no one actually likes opera?"

"I like it," Arabella said.

"I like opera," Miami said making Arabella turn towards him with a smile.

"Do you?" Ray asked in disbelief.

"I do," Reid said.

"Don't misunderstand, darling," Arabella said and got up from the couch, "it's a rock and roll record, with a scale of opera, the whit of Shakespeare...the unbridled joy of musical theatre."

"It's musical experience, rather than just another record," She continued as she walked to his desk in her bell-bottom jeans and her velvet maroon crop top.

"Something for everyone," Freddie said, "something that will make people feel that belongs to them."

"We will mix genres, we will cross boundaries, we will speak in bloody tongues if we have to," Arabella chuckled.

"There's no musical ghetto that can contain us," Roger said.

"Nobody knows what Queen means because he doesn't mean one thing," Deaky said.

"It doesn't just mean one thing, it means many things, no band is or will be like queen, Ray," Arabella persuades Ray.

"What do you think John?" Ray asked Reid.

"I..." Reid said, "I agree with the band."

"Of course you do," Ray mumbles under his breath, "how bout you, uh?"

"Miami," The lawyer said, "fortune favors the bold."

"Surely a man of your...unique taste," Freddie said, "isn't afraid of little risk."

Ray looked at Arabella and then back at Freddie, "please don't make me regret this."

"Your fun," Freddie chuckled.

When they all exited the room Freddie hugged Arabella, "well done Queen of Queen."

"I thought you were the queen?" Arabella asked with a small laugh.

"I thought so too," Freddie shrugged and walked off. Roger placed his arm around her shoulder as they started walking.