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The Making of BORHAP: Freddie

(THIS IS BASED OFF OF THE MOVIE AND THE END IS FAN FICTION. IF THIS IS UNFACTUAL I APOLOGIZE)

"Oh boy, this is gonna be great."
I sat on the stool next to Freddie, and he hovered over the soundboard. In front of him was the recording studio, where Roger stood, ready for whatever Freddie was going to throw at him today. Freddie glanced over to me, and smiled, "It's going to be more than great, darling, it's going to be a bloody masterpiece."
Roger's voice came over the intercom, "Are we actually going to do something, Fred?"
"Of course," Freddie replied, "today's the operatic section," He looked up from the board and gave Roger a sneaky grin.
Roger groaned, "This is gonna be a disaster, Freddie."
I hopped from my stool, and nudged Freddie aside. I pushed the intercom button, "Roger, you can do this. It's for the sake of Freddie. It's for the sake of Queen, darling!"
"Maybe having you stay at Freddie's for the summer was not a good idea; he's rubbing off on you."
"Just do the section, Rog."

"GALILEO!"

"GALILEO!"

" G A L I L E O F I G A R O ! ! ! "
Roger gave a huge sigh, and looked up, (TO THE SKIES AND SEEEEEE I'm so sorry) "That was fabulous, Roger!" I encouraged.
"Higher."
I looked over to Freddie, who puffed on his cigarette, "Are you serious?"
He nodded, and Roger tried again. And again. And again, and once more....then again, and again, and again....until Freddie was satisfied.
"My nuts feel like they're in my chest; are we done?" Roger could feel his heart beating in his chest.
"Absolutely, darling. You killed it. I love you."

~~~

As Freddie and I walked home, I took a closer look at London; it was just as pretty as I expected. The street was surprisingly more calm than usual. The sun sank behind the piercing marble houses, and created a sea of yellows and oranges across the sky.
"What are you looking at, dear?" Freddie noticed me musing.
"Oh!" My attention went straight to him, "just, London is really pretty, don't you think?"
"Oh, absolutely, " He pulled a pack of matches out of his pocket, along with a box of cigarettes. He lit one, and offered one to me.
"Freddie Mercury, are you crazy?" I said, and pushed the cigarette back in the box.
"A bit, yes," He giggled, "I guess some kids don't like cigarettes."
I tilted my head like a curious dog, "What are you getting at?"
He breathed in the tobacco, then blew it out again, "I've seen a lot of kids your age smoke, Katie. I honestly thought it was legal by now."
"But Freddie, I'm only 12..."
"That's the sad society we live in, dear."