Book 1. Finding A Way.

Meeting with Queen

-So that's how you joined the group? How was it at the beginning?

-Complicated, explaned John. Certainly being the youngest I quickly find a new family but as we made albums and some of our songs turned into hits, we weren't making a penny.

-But you were bound by contract, added Jim a bit confused. You're supposed to receive Royalties.

-It was the other side of the coin; our contracts forbade us to touch any dollars. Brian and Freddie were furious to discover that during this time our managers could afford luxury card.

The Irishman nodded and assumed a disbelief.

-I see...it was just a kind of exploitation.

-More or less, huffed Deaky. If we hadn't come across John Reids an released "A night at the Opera" the group would have ended.

Jim listened quietly John's explanations, he immediately taken with him thanks to his modesty and his kind face. And while they were having a serious conversation, behind them the tone seemed rather funny.

-Honestly Freddie, Roger's short do you validate?

-It was the only one I had left Brian, sighed the drummer with a fake smile. It's disgusting!

-Physically I validate everything but really...this is shit, affirmed the singer grinning.

Roger instantly took his indignant air and struck Freddie several time on the shoulder with his magazine which earned him only laughter from his victim.

-You may think you were better with your harlequin jerkin, replied the youngest.

-Oh please darling it's no longer a legend! Everyone knows you were jealous of my ass!

-In your sick dreams! I prefer to have a flat buttocks rather than a fleshy like yours, shouted Roger on a mocking voice.

Brian rolled his eyes then left them to their unsual arguments to find more peace with Jim and the bass player.

-John can you remind me how many hysterical Queen there must have been in the group?

-Normally just one, he said softly.

-You'll remind me to buy them a wedding ring that we can finally married them, joked the guitarist.

-I bet you $15 they wouldn't last even a day.

Jim smiled at this lovely remarks, he really felt like he saw two different age group. It must be said that he had never approached a rock band and that according to what a lot of people said they were rebellious and quite macho types. Well now he had proof that it was just prejudice.

-So Jim, sorry to ask you this classic question but how do you met Freddie, asked the guitarist gently.

-In a bar, he answered so as not to put himself in an embarrassing situation. And I must admit that he was not the delicate type.

-It's typical of him, replied Brian smilling. He must always has to go headlong before revelating his true personality.

-If he really only has one! I really have the impression that sometimes it take more of the...

-BRIAN! BRIAN!

-Take that off blondie or I'll kill you right know, yelled Freddie.

Stunned, everyone turned their head towards them and they couldn't believe it. The poor drummer was pinned on the ground hitting it unnecessarily while the lead singer had his head stuck under his arm like a snake would to suffocate its prey.