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"This room is bare, this night is cold. We're far apart, and I'm growing old. But while we live, we'll meet again. So then, my love, we may whisper once more...it's you I adore,"
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Entering the building with a sigh, you immediately spotted the four boys that you knew so well - seated in the recording studio, clearly having a heated discussion. A tired smile etched itself onto your face as you took a second to observe the group of them, the members of the English rock band that everyone knew as Queen. Yes, as it just might certainly have been, you were lucky enough to have been blessed with these four, extremely talented individuals - individuals that, through the years of their music and art, had inspired the whole world to strive for complete excellece. You considered it to be a huge blessing because these four boys were far more than just friends, or colleagues, in your life - no, they were brothers, to you. Or at least, three of them were - for one of them was the wonderful man that you called your husband, of four years. Roger, Freddie, Brian, and John - to any soul that was well versed with the world of music, would have come off as all too familiar. Their impact, as a band, was incredible, reaching even the farthest parts of the globe that you might never have expected their influence to. But, as surreal as it all was, you were not surprised that they had become so respected - after all, they were unbelievably talented human beings. Roger was the skilled drummer, Freddie was the captivating lead vocalist, John was the adorable bassist - and Brian, who just so happened to be the man you were married to, was the stellar guitarist - all of their predominant creative traits coming together to form something more than just legendary. They had given the world so much, in terms of inspiration and music - and you were so proud that you had gotten to be there, every step of the way, right by their side. You see, right from the very beginning, the boys had all adored you, constantly insisting that you were the rare diamond they had so dearly longed to find, and keep in their lives - as well as keep safe. To them, you were the source of joy, the source of hope, the source of stability, the source of determination - you were the reason they were able to carry on, even when the world was weighing down on them, with its preposterous expectations of conventional perfection. Through every interview, every recording session, every performance, and so forth, you were always there - never once missing a single event, displaying your total loyalty to the boys that guarded you with their lives.
