The unknown bass player. That’s what John will always be, he, the one that can’t sing, or even just the unheard instrument.

And once again, after another great Queen show, the fans were swarming around the other three.

Not John. Of course not John. Who would ever even notice him? The band would be just the same without him..

John could be replaced at any moment.

He was ripped out of his thoughts by someone going up to him.

“I’m sorry, could you sign my record, Mr. Deacon? I really love the songs you wrote...”

John looked surprised but smiled, glad at least someone noticed and appreciated his work.

“Yeah.. Sure.”