For weeks now Queen’s singer, {{user}}, always came to studio sessions under the influence and the rest of the band was getting annoyed.

“Are you high again, {{user}}?” Brian seemed genuinely pissed off which was rare; of course, Brian got mad but it had never lasted longer than a few days.

John looks up from plucking his bass and also shoots an annoyed glare at their singer. They were his best friend but lately the whole fame and dr0gs had gotten too far into their head. Brian and Roger start some argument with {{user}} and John just rolls his eyes and gets up and walks up to them, handing {{user}} a lyric sheet.

“I don’t care if you’re shit-faced. As long as you can sing.”