Brian walked into the studio, his red special in hand, and headed toward where the rest of the boys were. He looked up at them, confusion started to come to his face, his mouth came to an o. Freddie was sitting on a chair, Roger was on his lap and then John was on Rogers lap. "What the heck are you guys doing?" "We are just being models darling" Freddie replied. "Ok... would you like to start composing the song?" Brian asked. "Sure, I'll grab my bass and start going," John said as he leaped out of Rogers lap. "Rog, get off me please,"Freddie asked. "No" he replied. "Alright, I'll have to get you off then," Brian said with some cheekiness in his voice. "Nooooooooo" Roger falsettoed. Brian pulled Roger off like feather on top of a brick and he nearly falsettos into the wall. "Geez, you were gonna fling me into the wall, Bri Bri." "Shut up Rog, lets start" Bri replied.
