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Instead of banging his head against the wall for the answer to why on earth he was so on edge today, Roger deflected to Freddie. "Where're you going?"
"On tour." Freddie played the casual trump card that was guaranteed to rile Roger up further as he collected his coat laying across the mixing table.
"Without us?" Roger took the cigarette out of his mouth and snatched his headphones from his head.
"It's an Alpha Team Tour last I checked, I didn't see your name on the setlist,"
"Alpha team goes on tour?"
Taking a drag from his cigarette through peculiar confusion, Roger stood from his drum set, eyes following Brian who entered the room in protest.
"Before you start," Freddie headed him off, sighing when Brian began fussing anyway."
"—Before the end of this year, Fred. How can we finish for release when you—"
"You've just seen it! Every bit we've got has been recorded."
"So that's it?"
"Of course not! We need more!" Freddie threw his arms up in the air. "Look what we've got—We've got a whole genre-breaking tour of diverse musical styles and there's more where that came from if you would just relax—"
"Is that what we're calling it? It's a mess of elitist notions—,"
"Is it the sexual energy running oh so seamlessly through the tracks... is that the part you can't stand? I'm telling you, Fat Bottomed Girls is—"
"—You're not taking this seriously—"
"You propose to just lock us up in this room—that'll do it won't it? That'll make another hit!"
By this time, John was more than content to have Roger a part of the spectating audience with him for once until,
"While Freddie gets to go on a tour with Alpha Team," Roger tattled through a scoff under his breath.
"Oh will you fuck off get your head out of your ass and find something creative—"
"This is ridiculous!"
With Brian at his wit's end resorting to antagonize the rest of the lot bickering like toddlers, Lucy chose one solution to settle them all.
"Wanna come?"
"What are you talking about—" The four of them shouted in unison, surprising Lucy with the first thing they'd manage to agree on all day.
"All of you. What if Queen... joined the Alpha Team tour. Or whatever it is you're calling it." What do you think of that?" Hands on her hips, she aimed for some sort of order before a world war broke out.
Roger, who had already happily accepted his invitation, was halfway into making his own travel agenda. "Where are we going?"
