Don't You Hear My Call?

It's Too Late

John's POV

The studio wasn't as quiet as it used to be. We had been in and out everyday for the past two weeks. Our minds weren't had carefree as they had been, we were working every second there was no time for play.

"Start from the top, again. And get it right this time."

Brian rolled his eyes as Freddie grumbled orders. The new album needed to be finished soon, the demand was extreme are our fan base grew.

"Don't give me attitude" Freddie scoffed, "we're recording this time, so it has to be perfect." I tapped my bass, waiting for Someone to count us off. Roger mumbled something under his breath, something that I can't say was good.

I was done waiting, I started playing and the boys came in after me. Freddie began singing his part, the last part of the last song on the album. Thank God. Not that I didn't like hearing him sing, I just can't stand playing all day every day.

"That was good" I said at the end. Roger shook his head, "I think you could've been a bit softer, Fred." Freddie turned around to him and cocked an eyebrow,

"Fuck off blondie"

Roger tossed his drumsticks at Freddie with a sarcastic smile. I stoped our frontman from releasing any more anger and put my hand on his chest.

"Let's settle down, okay?" Freddie huffed and left the recording space to sit with the sound guy. Brian followed after to take a break. It was just me and Roger in the room.

"What Deacy? You gonna say I'm being to pissy or something?" He sat down on his drum stool and crossed his arms. He shrugged my shoulders, "maybe we all just need to cool down right now."

Roger got up and straightened his shirt, his baby bump was getting bigger everyday. "I guess" he said, and walked out of the studio.

I went into the taping space and sat down by Freddie. "Where's Brian?" I asked him.

"He and his whiny bitch left"

I slapped his thigh, "Freddie! They're both having a hard time right now. With the baby and stuff." Freddie shook his head, "I suppose that's why they sucked today."

I decided to pack up the rest of my things since half the band wasn't coming back. Roger had been working really hard and his pregnancy was getting tougher. He was supposed to figure out whether it was a boy or girl soon and Brian was anxious as well. They told us they both wanted a boy.

"Let's get home, maybe grab a drink?" I asked whilst grabbing my bass bag. Freddie nodded and grabbed my hand.

We got to the car and I drove us home, of course since Freddie refused to drive. There wasn't much conversation on the way to the flat. I felt like he was giving me the silent treatment.

"Here" I said, parking the car and unclipping my seatbelt. Freddie got out of the car and picked my case up for me, carrying it into our home.

"Thanks" I said, running through the door after him. He smiled at me in return, but it wasn't a real smile. Not the showstopper, Freddie Mercury, brighter than the sun smile. It was dull, and fake.

"So what should we name the album?" I asked, making conversation as he grabbed a couple of mugs for tea.

The album didn't have a name yet, even though we'd been working on it forever, but it did have a design. Roger had been reading this book that had an odd but uniquely cool look to it. We all liked it and asked the artists, Frank Freas, to draw it for us with a little twist on it. It would be us if the palm of a giant robot, some of us would be falling out of its hand. The inside would be similar; a lot of people running away screaming from the robot as it tried to take them.