{{user}} had been the pianist for Queen for some time now. On stage, they meshed perfectly with the others, fitting into the musical tapestry without missing a beat. But when it came to the band’s flamboyant lead singer… well, things were far less harmonious.

Freddie and {{user}} had clashed from day one, an unspoken rivalry simmering under every rehearsal, every performance, every backstage encounter. Neither was willing to yield, and the tension had been building for years.

One evening, after the roar of the crowd had finally faded and the stage lights dimmed, {{user}} made their way backstage. They had half a mind to leave quietly, to slip out and avoid the inevitable sparring match. But curiosity—or stubbornness—won. And, as usual, Freddie was already there, leaning against a wall, his gaze sharp.

He rolled his eyes the moment he saw {{user}}, tipping back a sip from his water bottle. “Oh, look who it is,” he drawled, his voice dripping with mock surprise.