Don't You Hear My Call?

Killer Queen

Freddie's POV

"Freddie, this is my friend Lacey"

John introduced me to the blonde woman standing next to him. She must be only a few inches shorter than I, but in her heels she was right below my eye-line. She had shoulder length hair that curled up at the ends. Her hair was parted down the middle, leaving the short layered bangs to curl on either side of her head.

Her legs were shorter than I'd thought, leading up to a long torso. She was dressed in flared blue jeans and heels that, at a second look, would make you question her occupation. The shirt she was wearing was low cut and had airy puff sleeves. It left little to the imagination, obviously showing off her uncovered breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra.

She flipped her hair to one side and looked at her nails. They were shining with a fresh coat of lacquer. Her makeup was over done, covering any hint of natural beauty with powder and liner. She would have a soft and beautiful complexion if it wasn't for all the cover up.

She licked her lips quickly waiting for someone to speak. The pink gloss on her round lips was fading. She brought her hands to her front and they tugged at her purse. She pulled up her jeans, concealing the hint of softness near the front of abdomen. Must be an insecurity habit...

"So, you're Freddie Mercury" Lacey finally spoke up and stuck out her hand. I accepted and shook it, looking into her eyes for a clue of explanation.

"Yes, darling. The one and only." I kissed her knuckles, resulting in a little blush and giggle from her. Her voice was high, but very smooth. One could easily mistake her for a sex phone operator.

"So, how do you know John?" I asked. She smiled calmly at John who seemed bothered by the question.

"Old friends" she spoke. John nodded in agreement. He stepped closer to me, but remained silent. "Must be really close if he invited you all the way out here." I motioned to the arena. She was obviously from south London, her accent was unmistakable.

"Lacey was my neighbor from when I was little. We played together in the neighborhood, the one we lived in before my dad passed. We moved away, but we kept in touch a little bit since then." John explained as he rubbed my shoulder lightly.

Lacey nodded in agreement to John. She looked too cozy with him. Maybe she didn't know he was gay, because she was definitely doing a bit of flirting on her part.

"Well, Lacey, maybe you should get to your seat. The show is about to start." I said as politely as I could. She didn't move from her spot.

"Actually, Johnny said I should stay backstage. Apparently it's a better view." She laughed a fake laugh and waited for us to reciprocate.

"Alright, well if you need anything, just ask one of the stagehands" I grinned and walked away with John. John waved goodbye behind him and held my hand once we were out of sight.

"So, she calls you Johnny" I mused and he cringed a little. "Yeah, y'know since we've known each other" he explained.

"Ok, so why exactly is she here? She's just a childhood friend." I didn't believe anything he was saying. It felt like he was hiding something from me. Who just invites and old friends halfway across the world to see them play?

"She's had a really hard time as of late. I wanted to give her a good time before she goes back home and works herself to death. She needs a little break."

Finally he gives me a good explanation. "Oh, then let's make it a good time for her." I didn't want to ignore her now that I know she's a bit stressed and lonely.

John smiled at my empathy and rubbed my shoulder again. "You're so nice" He cooed. I laughed at his little manners and we went to find the boys. Like always, they were snogging by themselves in the dressing room.