Love's A Game

Draft 10

The fact that I still have more stuff I have written...

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"What are you writing on, Deaky?" Freddie asked and rested his hand on John's shoulder.

John finished writing down the sentence he wanted and then dropped the pen on the table.
He looked up into Freddie eyes, his own filled with rage.

"Brian's song."

"You're writing Brian's song?!"

"It's about* Brian." John sighed and his eyebrows furrowed.

Freddie bowed down to read the lyrics John just wrote down - all you do is just talk back / you stand so tall you don't frighten me at all - and had to giggle.

"I don't think there's anything funny about this, Freddie." Johns said as gently as a chainsaw cuts a tree.
"Brian's a bitch and I'll let him know that. By the way, he even said to me, that he'd refuse to play the Red Special on our songs because it wouldn't be worth it... Sometimes, I want to forcefully lay my fist in his face."

"Oh yeah? I feel the same way." Brian shot back. He suddenly entered the studio and the conversation as well.

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"Shut up, you sheep-looking ass bitch."

Brian's mouth opened and closed again. His face turned red as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"I like my hair!"

"Well, I fucking hate it!"

"Why? Tell my why, though." Brian said between his teeth, trying not to scream at John, who was complaining about his curly hair when he himself had, in fact, a damn perm.

"You look like if a sheep and a giraffe had a fucking baby."