Need Your Loving Tonight (A John Deacon x Reader Fanfic)

Chapter 19

October 3rd, 1969

It’s been about a week since our first date, John and I. We’ve been sneaking in kisses here and there since, nothing too major like the little hot tub scene. And we haven’t spent a night with either one of us, sadly. I wouldn’t mind having another sleepover with the man. Not trying to be creepy or anything.

Anyways, we’ve been too busy lately. Amber and I have been “job hunting”, as she calls it, and John’s been working and rehearsing. Yes, you heard that right. Rehearsing. John’s in a band, but not just any band. A band that he formed on his own called Deacon.

He did check out Smile, like he said, during their first gig after Tim had left. They found a new frontman, an exotic looking man that liked to pounce and run on stage, unless he had to sing. All in all, a man who appears to have tons of confidence.

I was with John at the gig, along with Amber. She insisted on going with us, even though I thought it wasn’t such a good idea since her and Roger’s breakup.

“Welcome!” Brian chirped into the microphone after rocking the pub with their song Blag (an actual Smile song; searched it up). “Hope you enjoyed that little piece”- he was interrupted by a cheer from the crowd- “So, lemme introduce the band really quick. First of all, our newest lead singer, Mr. Freddie Bul-Bulsara, yeah.”

“Hello all you beautiful people,” the man that was prancing around the stage earlier spoke into the mic. 

There was silence. Then a man spoke up. “Where’s Tim?” he belted out, his voice high and cracky. “Who’s the Paki?”

There was a lot of yeah’s and boo’s from the crowd.

Freddie stayed silent, looking at Brian and shrugging as if this wasn’t new to him

“Heh heh,” Brian nervously giggled. “Anyways, I’m Brian May”- he did a little wave to the crowd- “and you all know Mr. Roger Taylor, the blondie behind the drums.”

“Hi Roger!” the same girl from the last time I saw them perform yelled out again. Roger nodded and twirled his drumsticks in his hands. 

“AKA fucking wanker,” Amber made an attempt to say underneath her breath.

John elbowed me slightly and nodded towards Amber. I shook my head and mouthed, “I’ll tell you later”.

“Are you ready?” Freddie quietly said into the mic. His teeth protruded through his lips as he spoke like last time, and people finally noticed it. The crowd roared in laughter, and some even cringed. I shook my head; some people can just be plain mean.

Fredde pulled his top lip over his teeth, looked down, and nodded, signaling the band to start. They started off with a song I didn’t recognize- either it was a newly written song or one I just never heard of yet. Freddie grabbed the mic forcefully, wanting to move while singing but the mic constricting him from that freedom. 

“Keep yourself alive,” he sang quickly into the mic. Brian and Roger exchanged confused glances while still playing.

Freddie was struggling with the mic, and everyone was just laughing at the poor man. I felt so bad for him; I wanted to get up there and help them, but I would have died in the meantime. Like what he was singing: keep yourself alive. 

He finally tore the mic away, splitting the mic stand in two. In the meantime, he almost end up hitting Brian, who quickly backed up while still playing this amazing guitar riff. Freddie nodded at the stand, liking his new freedom. He grabbed a tambourine that was next to Roger’s drum set, and started to slap- yes, slap- the broken mic stand with it.