Don't You Hear My Call?

We Are The Champions

Freddie's POV

John was getting dressed in the bedroom as I waited for him in the living room. We had planned to go to the studio today. Honestly, I don't know why he was taking so long, I'm usually the one who is late to rehearsal anyways.

"John! Hurry up baby!" I shouted into the room. John hurriedly ran out of the room, buttoning his shirt.

"Sorry, babe. I wanted to look good for our first day back" he smiled. "Oh really? It's just us, Bri and Rog y'know" I laughed.

John rolled his eyes and slipped on his shoes. I tossed him the keys to the car and headed downstairs. John followed after me, not before locking the door behind him.

He got into the car and we drove quite quickly to the studio. We hadn't been there in so long so it felt a little weird.

I noticed Brian and Roger's car was already parked, so we walked inside quicker than usual. We greeted the lady at the front desk and then took the stairs up to our space. The elevator had never been fixed. Not even in the five years that we'd been here.

We didn't bother to knock, unlike previous times. Often, we'd catch the happy couple with their tongues down each other's throat. Now that their having a baby, I expect them to be more mature.

Boy was I wrong.

Per-usual, Roger was sitting on Brian's lap, or more straddling should I say, and was feverishly making out with the guitarist. The noises radiating from them were enough to make me sick.

"Excuse me! I thought we had been over this! No fucking or making out in the studio! For God's sake it's nine in the bloody morning!"

I glared at the two boys and shook my head. That had broken apart and Roger had grumpily crossed his arms over his chest. Brian folded his hands in his lap in embarrassment.

"Thank you" John huffed. We went over to his bass and started tuning. The roadies and management had dropped off our things, but every time after tour John would insist on tuning right away.

Brian got up from his spot on the couch and picked up his Red Special. "Any ideas for the new album?" He asked. John spoke up, "I wrote some numbers I'm quite proud of, but I left them at home. I bring them tomorrow."

I pulled a piece of paper out of my pocket. "Feel like we're really going strong right now", I started, "so I'm thinking we go big on this song."

Brian studied the words on the scrap of paper. "We are the champions?" He asked. "Very modest, Fred" he scoffed. Roger took the paper from him and read it to himself, mumbling the words.

"I think it's okay" Roger said. I rolled my eyes in disbelief. "Just okay?" I asked. "It's genius" John chimed in. I had already showed him with song earlier. He had liked it, as always.

"We need to come out strong" I said. John and Brian nodded. "Let's get started then. Make it spectacular."

We started to work on the song, composing bass lines and guitar licks. Roger spent little time singing, most of his time on his drum kit. He was extremely devoted when he wanted to be.

We went on a break after a while. Brian came back from it with a song in his hands. He gave it to me to look over. I was expecting some kind of intelligent, scientific song about love or space or something like that. Instead, I was handed a basic suicide note.

"Brian! What the actual fuck is this?!" I held up the paper with a crazed expression. He shrugged his shoulders.

"I was trying to dig deep" he mumbled.