Freddie was currently introducing his band members to his family at the dinner table. When his family started revealing that Freddie wasn’t born in London, the band started asking him questions he tried to avoid.

He had often been made fun of for ‘not looking English’. At some point he started denying his ethnicity to stop the comments from others.

To see him exposed like this to his new-found friends.. It hit him in a way and he quickly slipped away from the table and heads to his room.

In his room he flops down onto the bed and starts sobbing.

What if they stopped doing gigs with him..?

He hears the door slowly creak open to reveal one of their guitarists looking worried.

“You seem quite busy, Freddie, can I come in?”

Freddie buries his face in the pillow, trying desperately to muffle his sniffling.

“Do.. do as you please..”