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"Say everything you've always wanted, be not afraid of who you really are."
I had just come home from a date with George to find the boys sitting in my living room, cups of tea in their hands. "What's going on?" I questioned, taking the mug from Sarah and sitting down.
"Guess who's going to be on Top of the Pops," Freddie said with an excited smile on his face.
"Oh my God. I knew you guys could do it. Since the first performance you did together, I knew this would happen." I said, feeling like a proud mother.
"Well, a lot of it is thanks to you. You stopped us from murdering each other, quite a few times." Brian laughed and the rest nodded in agreement. "So that's why we asked if you could do a song."
"What?" I placed the mug onto the coffee table. "Brian May, you have to be kidding me." He shook his head and I ran over, wrapping each one in a tight hug.
"I also got you a little present." Brian picked up the acoustic guitar I had used all that time ago in their living room. The first time I sang in front of someone else other than Sarah.
"Brian, I can't." I shook my head and he nodded.
"Yes, you can. You helped us become who we are. Now it's your turn."
"For once, Mel put yourself first," Roger told me and I took the guitar from Brian.
"I'm so happy I met you guys that night," I said with tears in my eyes.
"So are we."
***
It was time, they would be starting the cameras soon enough. Roger came over to me with a sour look on his face. "Who pissed in your cornflakes?" I asked with a giggle.
"They want us to lip-sync." He explained. "Obviously you don't have to, seeing as you haven't got a recording but they say it's the way they do things here." He pouted.
"Look at it this way, at least if you mess up the words, it won't be on tv," I said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Melody, they're ready." A stage assistant told me and I began to get very nervous.
"Calm down, Mel, you're going to do brilliantly." He kissed my cheek and left. I shakily made my way out to the stage and saw they had set up a little stool for me and a microphone.
I grabbed my guitar and fixed my dress, hoping I wouldn't flash anyone while on the television. I sat on the stool and was ready. It was now or never.
