A Night At The Horror Opera

The lights suddenly go out, and a deep silence invades the room. Freddie doesn't dare to move, as he hears a deep breath behind his bare neck. He's sure there's someone or something beside him, and presses his eyes closed, and his lips, trying to contain a scream.
Brian tries to look around but he can't see anything but black, so he uses his other senses and sticks to his guitar, putting his arms around it, looking around as if he saw anything, but he couldn't see anything, just like when someone's blinded with a cloth.
Roger is the one who can't keep calm so he hyperventilates and starts to sigh heavily, leaning his hands on his knees, looking down at the ground. He had some kind of trauma when he was younger and he was very scared of the darkness.
Meanwhile, John was the quietest one. He kept calm and even played a few melodies on his bass, to kill time. He thought it was just a light cut and he hoped it just lasted some minutes, or maximum, an hour.
All of them turned around, simultaneously. They finally adapted their eyes to the dark to realize each one of them was separated. Where were the others?
Welcome to A Night At The Horror Opera....