Now I'm Here

Chapter 1- Just a Drunk Man

For Queen, every night on tour was about the same: they went backstage and partied with some groupies till crazy hours of the night. 

After their show in Montreal, they were all expecting to continue with that lifestyle. 

"We slayed!" Deaky exclaimed. 

"I'm not sure what that means, but if it means we did fucking amazing, then I agree," Freddie said, in reply. 

"Let's party!" Roger screamed. 

"Yes!!!" they all cheered.

"Who has vodka?" Freddie asked.

"I do," a groupie replied.

"Phoebe, could I have a pack of cigarettes?" Freddie asked.

"Yeah, me too, Phoebe," laughed Roger.

Phoebe handed them each a pack of cigarettes. They were all high or drunk, or both. All except Brian. The radio started playing Another One Bites the Dust, "This is a bop," Deaky giggled, "Who's it by?"

"It's by you," Freddie laughed, hysterically. 

"Apparently, when you get drunk, you turn into a dumb ass," Roger shouted.

"Roger!" Brian imitated Roger's screaming, " You are screaming right now, can you please calm down."

Roger continued screaming, "This bitch won't take anything stronger than asprin and that's if he's fucking sick as hell."

"Bitch," shrieked Deaky, "You wanna go?"

"Deaks, who are you talking to?" Freddie slurred.

"Wha-what, can't you hear this window challenging me to a fight?" Deaky asked.

Before anyone had the chance to say anything, John took a good, hard swing at the window. "Hey guys," Deaky said, taking his arm out of the broken window, " I think I got a boo boo." Deaky had a large, deep cut on his forearm and it was clear he needed to go to the hospital, and get stitches.

Something else was weird, however. As the groupies filed out, the boys noticed a machine, a vibrant blue light, catching their eyes most.

"Who's gonna drive Deaky to the A & E?" Freddie asked.

"MEEEE!" Roger screamed.

"What have I uncovered?" Deaky asked, peering into the room behind the window.

"No- I don't know," Brian replied.

"What?"

"No, Roger will not be driving John to the  hospital and I have no earthly idea of what that thing is," Brian explained. 

"Okay, but first order of business is getting Deaky to the hospital, and since Brian is the only not drunk or high human, I think he shall drive," Freddie said, beginning to sound less drunk. 

"Okay then, you three go get in the car and I'll get Ratty to come keep an eye on the machine," Brian instructed. 

Brian tried to clean the blood off of Deaky's arm, but it was not working, so Ratty set up a beach chair in front of the window, where the glowing machine. 

Brian got in the drivers seat and buckled Deaky into the passenger seat. They drove toward the hospital, Freddie and Roger arguing the entire way there. 

When they pulled up to the A & E, they were relieved that hardly anyone else was there.

Brian got all of his friends out of the car and they took a seat in the waiting room. 

They were taking back to a room, rather quickly being as Deaky was bleeding all over the waiting room chairs.

John ended up needing 19 stitches in his arm and after that was taken care of, the only thing on the boys' minds was the machine.

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AY-OH!!  Sorry Good Company got deleted, it wasn't going the way I wanted it to and the views got messed up, so I just decided, to try and write a new one and this is what came!! I am beyond excited for this, so please vote and follow me if you like it!!