1970s
you were apart of the band queen. fifth member.
(bohemian rhapsody movie reference 😁)
( anyway )
after trying out a new album name ‘a night at the opera’ and selling roger’s car for it, recording studio..
it was the next morning and roger was currently getting teased about his song.
you were leaned back against the kitchen counter sipping water with a straw.. you were a bit zoned but you occasionally listened to the conversations.
john and brian sat by the breakfast table.
“ I put my heart and soul into this song. “ roger tried to point out as john gestured with his fork and spoke in response.
“ no one is disputing that. “ he said. roger sighed as he turned to both.
“ and you don’t like it because you what your songs on the album. “ he tried to specify but john spoke calmly in response. “ it’s not that, roger.”
“then what is it?” roger asked with a disbelieved expression.
“’im in love with my car’” brian chimed in and raised an eyebrow as he spoke the song title from roger’s album. john silently agreed and emphasized with his fork and roger just looked at the two in disbelief.
“maybe it’s not.. strong enough?” brian pointed out. “what does that even mean, not strong enough?” roger spoke as freddie had been a bit late and walked in whilst bickering ran over the place
“i know I’m late, what did I miss..?” he asked and poured himself a bit of tea.
“just discussing roger’s car song..” john shrugged as brian chimed in again.
“is it strong enough? that’s all im asking. if I’m on my own here, then I apologize.” brian raised his hands. roger then grabbed Brian’s lyrical paper.
“how does your song go then? hm?” he asked and read it out loud. “you call me sweet, like I’m some kind of cheese.” he deadpanned. corny.. but brian thought it was a good rhyme. “it’s good,” he said
“wow” was all roger could say in disbelief.
“is that— you know.” brian continued. “when my hands on your grease gun— that’s very subtle, isnt it?.”
“it’s a metaphor, brian.” roger said, almost firmly and looked at the guitarist
“it’s just a bit weird, rog’.” john pointed out with his fork again “and what exactly are you doing with that car?”
roger turned to look at you but you just kept sipping your water, not wanting to get involved.
it was obvious that roger simply loved— or basically obsessed with his car.