At School With Maylor

Part 8- Freedom.

"Hey guys. Hold on. Hold the door. I have some news." Miami ran to the elevator doors.

John put his hand there patiently waiting as Miami ran the long hallway distance to the door. As he jumped in, Freddie pushed the Floor 12 button and let the doors slide closed, with the familiar echoing of the mechanical woman's voice.

"I- I have news." Miami huffed, clearly out of breath.

"Oh what is it dearie?" Freddie asked excitedly.

"It- it's about Bohemian- Bohemian Rhapsody." Miami leant heavily against the wall as he caught his breath.

"WHAT ABOUT IT?" All four of them shouted as once.

"It's- well, it's charted!" Miami smiled.

"WHERE?" They all asked again. Freddie particularly the loudest.

"Back in the UK." Miami replied.

The band were touring America at that time, in the middle of winter. It was a cold winter in 1975, but despite that they all played the concerts in either vests or short-sleeved tops and shorts.

"Miami Beach, tell us everything you know about Bohemian Rhapsody charting." Freddie demanded.

"Well the chart came about an hour. You have already sold just over a million copies of the song and you are number one."

Miami laughed as he saw the band's faces charge from slight anger to pure delight. It finally dawned on the men and they all jumped up and down, laughing. Suddenly they felt the elevator grind to a halt and the lights flickered out.

They stopped dead. The pure delight quickly vanished from their faces and anxiousness and fear instantly replaced it.

John was the first to comprehend the situation and act. He went to the emergency phone and pressed the button. As he spoke to the male on the other side, Roger crouched down in the corner and squeezed his eyes closed.

This couldn't be happening, the last time he was stuck in a cramped room, with someone else was back in Year 10. Roger shivered at the thought. A warm sensation ran down his side and as he looked up, he saw Brian sat down next to him.

"Hey Rog. What's a matter?" Brian asked.

"The last time I was stuck in a small room was back in Year 10. I know that was a long time ago, but-" Roger didn't want to come to terms with the fact that he still hadn't gotten over what happened years ago.

Freddie heard this and stopped screaming about how they were all going to suffocate to death, whilst they were number one in the charts. He knelt down beside the drummer and rubbed his arm soothingly.

"Everything's going to be alright Roger." Freddie whispered soothingly.

"Yeah, Rog, I'm never going to let anyone harm you in anyway, every again. You have gone though too much." Brian whispered pulling Roger onto his lap.

"Roger, where is he now?" Freddie asked carefully.

"He- hes dead. He got flown to America and had the death penalty b- back in '66. B- but there are other people like him, out there. And- and being number one... Th- thats going to make people know about us and want to do that t- to me. To us. I just-" Roger trailed off.

"Everything's okay Rog. We'll have entourages and people to protect us. No-one is going to lay a finger on you, unless you want them to." Brian promised.

"Th- thanks guys."

Roger patted Freddie on the shoulder and gave Brian a warm, sweet kiss on the cheek.

"Hey Bri," John called out. "There's a hatch up there, can you open it?" John pointing to a gate a foot or two above Brian's head.

Brian nodded once. He jumped and tried to push the hatch open. It didn't work. He tried again, pushing at one end, yet it still didn't budge. He looked up at it and saw a bolt holding it securely down.

"Hey Rog, if I lift you up, would you be able to undo that bolt?" Brian asked.

Roger nodded and Brian easily picked Roger up. He undid the bolt, then pushed the hatch open. He jump down.

"Why did you jump down, dearie?" Freddie asked.

"I'm the strongest, I'll get everyone up, then I'll jump and climb up myself." Roger smiled.

Freddie shrugged and walked to the centre of the lift, from the corner where he had just been consoling Roger.

Roger cupped his hands together and Freddie stepped in them, Roger gave the vocalist a powerful push up, and Freddie easily got his chest and arms on the top of the lift. He scrambled up, helped by Roger and Brian, giving Freddie a base to push off with his feet.

Jim went up next and Roger did the same procedure. Freddie helped to drag Jim up as Roger and Brian, again helped their manager up from underneath.

Next, it was John's turn. Being the smallest and lightest of the group, he was the easiest to get up. Especially, because he had two people pulling him up, and two people pushing him up.

"Roger, your turn." Brian smiled.

"No, Bri. I'm the strongest so I'll be able to get up easily. Plus, what you just did for me. I need to repay you." Roger replied.

He quickly giving Brian a kiss on the cheek, and crouched down for Brian. Reluctantly, Brian stood in Brian's cupped hands and as he jumped up, Roger pushed him up as well. Being the tallest, Brian was able to get arms and stomach onto the roof of the lift. Roger pushed him up as the others pulled Brian up.

Finally, it was Roger's turn. He took a large step back, then ran and jumped up for the hatch. He was just able to grab it with one hand and felt the other slip off.

"Get back." He warned his bandmates and manager as they all crowded around him.

He reached up and managed to grab the hatch edge with both hands. As he moved to one end, he started to swing his legs from side to side, building up momentum. He swung one leg high, and got one foot securely on the roof. He rolled up and stood up, brushing the dust off himself.

Roger walked up to Brian casually. He wrapped his arms around the guitarist's waist and pulled him down so they were the same height

"Told you I was strong enough." Roger whispered when their faces were only an inch apart.

Brian chuckled and Roger felt his boyfriend's warm breath on his face. He couldn't help it, Roger slowly leaned in and softly pressed his lips against Brian's. The taller, curly haired man, suddenly felt a weight get lifted off his shoulders; Roger finally felt free from the living nightmare he had lived for more than a decade. Roger reached up and tangled his fingers into Brian's hair.

They stayed there until the engineers came to winch them out, and then when they finally got to the recording room, Roger sat on his drum stool and patted his knee for Brian to sit on him. They stayed there locked in each others warm embrace until they had to work.

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