Happy Dragon Boat Festival！

Brian: yeah it’s gonna give it a distinct sound, it’ll be great

John: *chokes on pizza* bass line? What bass line?

Brian:

Roger:

Freddie:

Freddie: darling, I hope you’re joking

John: no, I don’t remember any bass line-

Brian: WHAT

Roger: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT REMEMBER THE BASS LINE

Brian: YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO FORGET THAT

John: IM SORRY

Roger: WE’RE GONNA GO BANKRUPT

Freddie: Roger—

Roger: THE BAND’S GOING TO GO BELLY UP. IM GONNA HAVE TO GO BACK TO DENTIST COLLEGE AND ADMIT TO MY PARENTS THAT IM A WASHED UP MUSICIAN

Freddie: Roger—

John: guys guys it’s gonna be fine. How hard can it be to remember a bass line? *2 days later* Brian, in the studio surrounded by resignation letters, tissues, coffee mugs, a shattered lamp, and a broken bass: what dimension is this

Freddie, quaking: I don’t know

John: *on the floor sobbing as he plucks random strings on his bass* Roger: NO THATS NOT IT EITHER

John, crying: please let me go—

Roger: NO, YOU HAVE TO REMEMBER THE BASS LINE

John: *wails from the abyss*

Roger: REMEMBER??? It went like “ding ding ding di-ding ding ding” or something, PLEASE JOHN—

John: *curls into a ball while still plucking the strings* David: *walks in the studio*

David:

David:

David: um… is everything—

Somehow we forgot Deacon was 34 at LiveAid. Quite young man tbh

Full of whimsy and fun ✨

Also he didn't get a memo about band look 😂

Thanks to freddie_mercuryfire IG

Criminally underrated light blue outfit of Deacon 💙 and curls

“Freddie and his personal assistant, Joe Fanelli, went back to the Dominion that evening to watch a performance of the show [Time, a 1986 musical], arriving backstage early to have a chat with Cliff Richard. They watched the first half of the show from the wings. As it was coming to an end, Freddie decided he wanted to sell ice-creams during the interval. ‘I did try and point out it wasn’t one of his better ideas,’ says Joe. ‘Especially as he wouldn’t have a clue what a pound coin looked like, so how on earth was he going to make sure the people paid the right price and were given the correct change?’ Freddie’s solution was simple: ‘I bought the whole lot, so I wouldn’t have to charge anyone anything,’ he said. He donned a white coat, took his tray of ice-creams and walked out into the audience. At first no one had a clue who he was and he happily wandered around, handing out the ices. Then he got bored and began to throw them: ‘He was hurling ice lollies and tubs and Cornettos all over the place,’ continues Joe. ‘They were landing in people’s laps, on their heads, it was chaos. Some people even threw them back!’ Eventually, supplies exhausted, Freddie retired backstage, to thunderous applause, as by now almost everyone in the theatre had realized who he was.”