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VALENTINA SAT IN the living area of Rogers apartment, her body sprawled across the sofa. Roger had arrived back from work excitedly about ten minutes ago, saying that he had one of the first copies of the single that would be released prior to their album. It had the highly anticipated Bohemian Rhapsody on the A side, with his own song I'm in Love with My Car on the B side. Valentina was very excited about hearing it, due to the fact that BoRhap was the one song she hadn't been allowed to witness to recording of at Ridge Farm. The song had been talked highly of by all the boys, and they had even said it was a "rockperatic masterpiece" (Rogers words) which apparently meant, rock with the scale of opera.
It was 9.47pm, and Roger had gone into the kitchen to fetch two glasses of wine for them before he played the record. It was a Friday night, meaning they had both been at work that day, and they had both had experienced hectic weeks in their jobs so they felt they deserved a little alcohol.
"Okay, ready?" Roger asked, returning to the living room and placing Valentina's glass of red wine on the small table next to her.
She nodded, "ready as ever" she grinned. "You do realise that this has been advertised to me as a masterpiece, so if it doesn't live up to that standard I will be disappointed" she added, a cheeky grin crossing her face. Roger laughed as he set up his record player, turning it on and placing the small record on the turntable. "I assure you Tina, it's good" he smiled, taking a sip of his wine before sitting down.
The record began to play. It started off as just the Freddie singing the opening lyrics, many layers of his voice that made it sound like he was right there beside you. Is this real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality. She liked the lyrics, they were good. Freddie had a wonderful gift for songwriting. His lyrics always managed to make you feel something.
The piano then joined in, his vocals now beginning to reach heights as he showed off his ability to reach such a broad range of notes. The opening then faded out, and a new piano tune began. Six notes on a repeat, six beautiful sounds.
Mama just killed a man, put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead. Mama, life had just begun, and now I've gone and throw it all away.
Then Roger came in on the drums. It was certainly a strong beginning. Freddie's tone was almost desperate, you could feel pain in the words and the tune, but it was beautiful. She loved every moment. She could feel Rogers eyes on her for a few moments, trying to gage her reaction from her facial expression, but she continued to stare at the record going round and round on the turntable, as she took in every beat and lyric of this wonderful noise.
