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Brain: i don't have a wife?

Kidnapper: the who's this blonde lady who's just spat in my face and called me a bitch

Chapter One

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Watching my friend’s band, Smile, play instead of studying my business management is how I always spent my nights.

Sitting alone all in jeans and a shirt with a beer in hand, sitting on a busted stool chair in a loaded pub, listening to all the rude things people have to say. Two thirds of the band was great.

However, the one third, Tyler, was lacking the passion that Roger and Brain had. As there Official, official manger it was my job to make sure they sounded great. However, with Tyler still singing it made it every, every hard.

Once Brian and Roger started to pick up the pace and play a little bit of rock. The crowd start to whistle and cheer. I knew what I had to do to make them stars.

After Smile finished performing, I started walking to the car park to our van.

“Humpy Bong?” “Humpy Bong. Trust me it is going to be big,”

“Humpy Bong! You’re Joking,” “Don’t do this to us,” “Sorry,”

As I walked closer I heard the boys arguing with one another. Hearing the name ‘Humpy Bong’ I started to laugh like a mad women.

“What kind of name is ‘Humpy Bong’?” all eyes were on me as I learned on the side of the van “ The thing only you guys are going to be humping are each other,” I say walking closer to Tyler, Roger and Brain were trying not to laugh.

"Good one Lucinda," Roger mutters.

“Listen I don’t need to hear this kind form a bitch like you,” Tyler spat, picking up his bass guitar, Roger got up to hit Tyler but I put my arm out to stoop him.

“You’ll be sorry!” I yelled at Tyler “We’ll find a better singer and bass player and become the best band in this known planet!” I yell at his retreating form.

Pulling the jacket I wore closer, I sat down in the back of the van with my head in my hands the cool night air blowing my hair slightly.

“What are we going to do?” I think aloud “I think he was right about leaving,” Roger starts tugging his long blond hair “I have better things to do. I can give you their names,” Brian and I give Roger a disgusted look, while Roger took a huff for his cigarette.

A man came and stood in front of us “I enjoyed the show,” the mystery man said “Thank you,” Brain said as Roger nodded along “I’ve been following you for a while actually.

Makes sense for a Dental major,” he said motioning at Roger. “You’re Astrophysicist, aren’t you?” The man said motion to Brain “You’re business management,” finally motioning at me.

“Stalk much?” I ask weirded out, the man just gave me a smile. “Yeah…,” Brain trailed of ignoring my question, “Makes you two the clever ones,” he said talking about Brain and I.

Brain turns to Roger and gives him a smirk “Yeah it does,” “I… Umm… write songs,” The mystery man says digging into his pocket and pulling out a couple of small pieces of paper and handed me the paper I started to look over it while the others talked.

“This are pretty good,” I say aloud smiling at him “Yeah, will you’re five minutes to late,” Roger says “Our lead singer just quit," Brain says sadly.

The man starts to smirk “Well, you’ll need someone new,” “Any ideas,” Brian asks stupidly “Obviously, he means himself,” I think looking at Brain. What about me?” the man in the blue jacket put his hand on his hip and questions “Orr… Not with those teeth mate,” Roger laughs; I elbow him in the ribs and give him a glare.

The man nods sadly and starts to walk away “I know what I’ll do,” The man sings turning around, his black hair swaying as he did. “Where I go feeling,” this person actually was not that bad “I should be doing alright,” Brian looks to me and Roger as the man hits the high notes “Doing alright,” all three sang together. It sounded much better then when they sang with Tyler.

I knew I had to get this guy in the band.

They all start to chuckle “I know I was born with four additional supernumerary incisors,”he states“ More space in my mouth means more range, ”Brain and Roger looks amazed“ How you would like to join the band?” I ask snapping the boys out if there trance “I’ll consider your offer,” the man says coolly, and starts walking off. The guys and I share a glance before Brain starts to nod his head.

A look of realisation appears on his face “Err. Do you play base?” Brain asks “No,” the man replies bluntly still walking off.

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Chapter 2

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So we had a lead singer now all we needed was a bass player.

It was open mic night in the local pub. I was sitting in my usual sit at the bar waiting for my prayers to be answered like last time.

More than likely smile would be playing tonight. However, I told them to take the night off.

So far, I’ve heard people sing and bands play but no bass player I can steal.

“The final act of the night Humpy Bong,” This peaked my interest; I stayed a little longer to watch them play. To be honest they were not half-bad. Tyler saw me in the crowd a gave me a wink. Rolling my brown eyes, I got up and started walking away.

Outside the pub I bumped into someone “Hey watch,” I yell getting up from the floor “I’m so sorry,” The voice say picking me up from the ground. “Hey, do you know if they finished open mic?” He asks picking up a guitar case.

“Sorry they just called the last act,” I say, visibly saddened the man looks at me “John Deacon,” says sticking his hand out “Lucinda Gladstone,” I say shaking his hand.

“Do you play bass guitar?” I question looking down at the case in his hand “Why yes it is. Why do you ask,” John answers slightly confused “Well, my band Smile is looking for a new bass player,” I smile.

I reach into my bag and pull out some sheets of music I am planning to have Smile play. “How would you like to join a band,” shoving the pieces of music into his hand, I smile.

“Can I think about it?” John asks looking at the paper, “Sure,” I say starting to walk away “How will I find you again?” John questions at my retreating from “My number is on the back,” I smile waving.

As I was walking, back to my apartment a van came to a rolling stop in front of me. Knowing whom it was I kept walking and casually said, “If you’re going to kidnap me can you do it next week. I’m busy at the moment.” Roger sticks his head out form the driver’s window “Ha, Ha, Ha,” he says scoffing “Get in,” He motions to the passenger side.

“My knight in shining armour,” I tease getting in. “Don’t you have some groupie to shag?” I ask as Roger starts driving to my apartment block “Well, I couldn’t leave my best girl out in the rain. Now can I?” He asks playfully “Keep talking like that and I’ll start to think you have a little crush on me,” I smirk.

Rogers face goes red for a minute “You wish you could have all of this,” motioning to himself Roger recovered, “Nice save,” I smile. Roger pulled up to my apartment block “You destination my lady,” Roger acts giving me a bow the best he could while still seating in his seat “Thank you good sir,” I say getting out.

“Oh!” I say turning around “I found us a bass player,” Roger gives me a soft smile “He is yours and Brains music,” I say handing Roger sheets of music “Wow, Someone is organised,” Roger says taking the music.

Chapter 3

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The next day when I saw the Mystery, again we learned his name was Farrokh Bulsara, and I ended up giving him the lyrics to the song they would play later that night at the usual pub. Hours past and I am sitting in my usual seat waiting for smile to start. To say I was excited was an understatement.

“Hello everybody we have a few fresh faces,” Brain started “John Deacon our base player,” the crowd and myself hooted “And our new lead singer Farrokh Bulsara,” Brain had terrible saying Farrokh’s name, still through the crowd hooted. “And Roger, of course, the biggest member of us all,” They women in the crowd started to call at Roger, while he gave them a smirk I simply rolled my eyes.

“Hello all you Beautiful people,” Farrokh started, I know we made the right diction on Farrokh being the lead singer; already he has the right charisma.

“Where’s Tyler?” a man in the crowd called out “You’re just a Paky,” I stood up atop my stool taking on long swing of my beer I yelled out “Listen here Hobo!” all eyes were on me now “Your precious Tyler has joined Humpy Bong. So sorry ladies and you strange man wearing my grandfather’s clothes. The only thing Tyler will be doing is playing Base and Humping his band mates.” I did a little bow as I sat back on me stool “Well what are you waiting for play the song,” I command.

Brain started playing his guitar and soon eyes were not on me any more they were on Smile. Farrokh bend down and picked up a tambourine, everyone in the band including myself were confused “That is a part of the song,” I thought getting anxious.

Playing the tambourine Farrokh tried and failed to pull the mic out of it stand, people started to laugh at Farrokh’s misfortune. Deciding to leave the mic in the stand Farrokh started to sing, “She’s Alive,” He started panic flashed across my face, no, no, no, no, no, this is not the song.

Finally just ripping the top half of the mic stand form the rest, Farrokh nearly knocked out John “What are you doing Farrokh,” I muttered under my breath. As Farrokh sang the rest of the band looked to me “Just roll with it,” I mouthed once they looked away and into the crowd, I drank the rest of my drink and started to slam my head on the counter top.

I did not hearing Booing as I thought, instead I heard people cheering and nodding along. I smiled this might actually work. Once the finished I started to walk to the van to wait for the band.

I felt a hand grab onto my wrist, I spun around to see the man that called Farrokh a paky glaring at me. “I would appreciate if you would let go of my hand,” I said trying to yank my wrist from his grasped. However, my efforts were futile as he just tightened his grasp on me. I wince slightly “You must think you are real smart calling me out like that,” he spits in my face “I don’t like I’m smart I know,” and with that said I swang on leg up and kicked him in between the legs. His grip on my arm loosened enough so I could retract my arm.

I start to run to the van where I see Farrokh, Brain and Roger arguing, “You sang the wrong lyrics,” Brian cried out “Not worry, Darling, they loved it,” Farrokh defended. John saw me approaching and gave me a small wave, by insist I waved with my right hand, I winced straight after relacing that was the hand the man grabbed by.

John Obviously seeing my discomfort frowned his eyebrows “What wrong with your hand?” John asked as I sat down “Nothing,” I answer “Don’t worry about it,” Roger hearing my voice stopped arguing and looked over to where John and I sat.

“That’s one ugly bruise,” John commented Roger speed over to where we sat and took my injured hand in his “Who did this?” Roger asked angrily. By now, Briand and Farrokh stopped arguing to watch the scene before them unfold.