A MAN AFTER MIDNIGHT (Dealor)

Contents : smut, use of drugs, a bit of floof:3

It's a hard life they said, stranded on the sidewalk beside rockfield studios, the meadow woods stroked by wind, hanging by the melody. Summer of 1975, a drummer and a bassist felt loneliness creep in. Before they realized, there was no need to be alone, if only they had themselves somebody to love.

~ a night at the opera era ~

Something to smile yourself to sleep to.

*I do not own the band queen, or Freddie's cats, or chickens in the farmland and blah blah blah. Oh and the story isn't actually chronologically accurate, since john's then wife is a girlfriend in this fic, and the playlist was vaguely produced in the 70s but not exactly before 1975. Forgive me.*