𝑀𝑦 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐻𝑎𝑠 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 | | Queen Short Story

Chapter 1

London, 1970. A very busy, lively city in a very interesting time period. This was also when a man who we all know and cherish would have his life changed looking for his passion.

Freddie was an art student. Graphic design, to be specific. For some reason, however, he didn't really feel completely happy. He felt... incomplete. Like there was something missing from his life.

It seemed like what he was searching for wasn't in London. Maybe he should pack his things and go searching.

He was also very musically talented, having and incredible voice and learning to play the guitar. But he wasn't sure how far it would go. Freddie always thought he'd do something with art. He did have a degree in graphic art, after all. Maybe keeping his job as a bagger for London Airport would do him good, but that wasn't what he wanted to do. What about selling clothes? No, probably not.

He felt he needed to find his passion, or maybe even his people, before it was too late.

These thoughts would come to his mind, but he'd try to push them out. Sometimes by thinking of other things, or just occupying himself, whether he went to go visit his favorite band, or he sat at a table and drew.

These thoughts would still pop up, though. He couldn't get them out, they were unavoidable. Freddie knew he'd succumb to them sooner or later. And that's what happened. He knew he wasn't happy, so he decided to move from London and travel abroad, just to find his calling and figure things out.

The only issue is, he had friends and family here. He doesn't want to leave them behind. And how will they respond if he tells them he's leaving?

Only one way to find out.

Author's Note!

Sorry this chapter is so short. Wasn't too sure what else to put up for the beginning.