Written for Vareneoa for the 2008 xmas_rocks exchange
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1975 Taylor is notorious for an incident relating to the release of "I'm in Love With My Car". Taylor desperately wanted to include it as the B-side of "Bohemian Rhapsody", but Freddie Mercury didn't agree. Taylor locked himself in a cupboard until Mercury changed his mind.
"Rog, come out. Just...please?" "Fuck. Off." Venom was able to transmit itself through the heavy oak door and sighing, Brian made his way back over to Freddie, delicate limbs arranging themselves into a quick shrug. "He's pissed." Needless to say, they all got that. "Look, I said I didn't want that song on the B-side, it's not like I said it was a horrible song. Even if it is." "Fuck you, Fred!" rang from the cupboard, the rattle of something echoing out into the room as the singer and guitarist exchanged a glance. "You're on your own," said Brian finally, clapping his friend on the shoulder and heading out of the room. Flicking long hair off of his shoulders, Freddie sighed, frustrated totally with the stubborn man in the closet. Going over to the cupboard, he flopped down, pressing his back against the wall near the door. Silence hung for a while before a voice drifted out. "Why do you hate the song?" "I don't hate it. That's rather strong. I just...don't care for it." "You said it was horrible." "Rog, you've said plenty of my songs were horrible," Freddie said, unable to help pointing it out, sighing and rolling his eyes. And they called him melodramatic. It was difficult at times to deal with the drummer in the cupboard, for him at least. Brian and John handled everything with the same calm tones that Freddie didn't know how they managed. It didn't help either that every time him and Roger picked around, there was something that felt trapped. Not within the friendship, but within himself. He had acknowledged it, once; back in school before he made the decision to bury it. To forget about it, as it were. But it always seemed impossible around Roger; around Roger, it felt like there were dragonflies alit all over him. He dealt with it though, because Roger was his friend. And you don't ruin friendships because you get the sensation of absolute nerves overtaking you around him. The latch of the cupboard clicked and the door cracked open. Freddie almost laughed at the way Roger had sequestered himself in the back of the closet. It wasn't an overly large one, but it wasn't exactly small either. Getting up, Freddie situated himself inside and ignored the feeling of dragonflies on himself as he settled beside of Roger. "You really want it as the B-side?" "Yeah." Freddie sighed and nodded, letting the door fall shut as he leaned against Roger, taking the warmth from him for a moment. The feeling of dragonflies increased two-fold, the sound of their breathing taking up the silence. "Fine. We'll put the bloody thing as a B-side. Happy now?" Freddie didn't have to see Roger to know he was grinning blindly, but he was however startled when Roger pinched his side. "You're such an arse. Why couldn't you have just said that before?" "I would have before you flounced off to the cupboard." "I didn't flounce!" "Of course you didn't." Freddie couldn't help enjoying his needling of Roger; it was so easy. Besides, for a precious few moments, it kept the dragonflies at bay. Even if he didn't want to be rid of them.
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