anyway the wind blows [queen x reader]

twelve.

warnings: angst, mentions of drinking, smoking, and drugs, p**l pr*nt*r

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Munich, 1984

Sitting by the piano bench, you scribbled along on the papers in front of you, making some notes for your new song. Though, it felt too quiet and empty in the room, even though you knew Paul was right there.

The phone suddenly rang. Looking over to Paul, he walked over to the phone right away before you went back to work, thinking the call wasn't that important.

While you were too occupied with your new song, Paul answered the call, "Hello?"

A voice he hasn't heard for a long time answered back, "Paul. Can I speak to (Y/N)?"

"Oh, Matthew. No, she can't talk right now," Paul said, "She's working day and night, constantly."

Matthew sighed in response, "Will you make sure to tell her that I called?"

"Don't worry, she's in safe hands," Paul looked over to you, "I will certainly tell her you called."

Before Matthew could say anything more, Paul interrupted, "Cheers," before hanging up.

As Matthew looked down at the telephone in his lap, he let out a frustrated sigh, already knowing from the start that Paul wouldn't let you answer the phone anyway.

He knew of the band's conflict and was extremely worried for you, especially with Paul by your side. Though, that was only part of the reason why he decided to call.

Dialing another number on the phone, he waited for an answer until a voice answered, "Hello?"

"I'm sorry, Brian."

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Sitting in the recording room, you took a long drag from your cigarette as you listened to the synth rock music that was supposed to be for your new song.

Paul walked over to you from the couch, and kneeled in front of you before patting your knee, "(Y/N), it's really great."

"It's shit!" You huffed.

This was basically your whole experience recording in Munich. Though constantly surrounded by a lot of people, you had never felt so alone in your life.

You also had been coughing a lot lately, and at one instance, had a few drops of blood on the napkin you used. But you ignored it, you knew you were fine. Right?

Many parties would also be held at your house, all of them thrown by Paul. He mentioned that you just needed to loosen up and have fun since you were already stressed out by the album that you loathed so much.