The Game Of Love {English Version - Freddie Mercury/ Queen Fanfiction}

10 - The Blonde Trouble

September 20, 1979, Glasgow - Scotland.

FERGUS QUINN

The vinyl, not very old but sufficiently worn by the years Julia heard it, sounded in my living room, the movement in the early evening of Glasgow was still shy, the temperature was already falling, the summer was saying goodbye to make room for another autumn.

Paul McCartney sang Something with John Lennon and I could almost hear my beloved granddaughter's voice accompanying them. It had been so little time, but it seemed like endless years since the last time she was in this house lighting up everything with her smile. I sighed deeply while my pipe was almost extinguished and rested in the corner of my lips, it was a lonely life that I had led since I cut off contact with my son and daughter-in-law. Peggy visited me a few times a week, but I felt alone. Julia had been in Germany since the incident with the singer, John Deacon kept me up to date on my granddaughter and now it felt like they were working together again which worried me.

The memory of my Bonnie so fragile and destroyed in that hospital in London still haunted me, she was strong but I knew that it had hurt my little sun deeply.

She would be coming to Glasgow soon, it would be a quick ticket but enough to warm my old heart.

"Fergus!" Peggy's voice came from behind me.

My younger sister was the sigh of relief I needed to have, but her expression was startled. I got up with some difficulty with the help of my cane, after all, I was already 75 years old things were not so easy.

"Peg, what's wrong?" I asked my sister who was panting and even with the cold weather, she had drops of sweat forming on the top of her forehead.

"They saw him Fergus, he is in Edinburgh." She closed her eyes and I felt my knees wobble.

"Are you - are you talking about who I think you are?" I had to stand on my cane.

"Yes."

JULIA

September 22, 1979 - Trillion Studios, London.

Mack watched the result of the video clip with the four of them while I was just rolling my eyes. A video with naked women riding a bicycle was no longer enough. Four women in somewhat similar clothes -

"Julie! Come on, tell me what do you think of the sound?" Mack had the headphones extended to me while I blinked out of my trance. I took the phone without speaking while the four of them looked at me next to Mack.

The music was good, I liked it - as much as I hated to admit it - the video was in fact something that matched the music other than for women, Freddie strangely looked sexy in John Travolta's dress - my God I had to pay attention to audio not in the video!

"It looks great, there is nothing to be improved." I spoke with a frown when the blonde dancer tore Freddie's shirt, she was the one that annoyed me the most!

I took the headphones off and handed it to Mack with a rather forced, friendly smile.

"She doesn't like the blonde." Roger laughed and I shot him a death look.

"You? I never liked you." I rolled my eyes and everyone laughed.

Was it that clear?

"Roger ..." John approached me and patted my shoulder.

It had been a few weeks since I met Garden Lodge, my relationship with Freddie was restricted to the studio only at the Crazy Tour organizing meetings. Obviously he was dealing with everything we talked about worse than me, and obviously his inner child didn't miss an opportunity to try to get me off the ground and that ridiculous blonde was clearly a test.