i like to imagine how every time freddie attempts to make some sort of advance on brian he just ends up getting awkwardly corrected like brian says “oh let me help you with that” and literally just puts freddie’s shirt back on
Hi everyone! I’ve just completed a fun new fanmix based on Freddie and Brian. you might like it B) it is fun for the whole family. It’s 16 tracks long and includes everything from 00s bliss pop to 60s bossa nova to…Sonic the Hedgehog music. If you’d like to listen, just message me and I’ll submit you the docs link!
(the track order appears different on the page, just a little warning but they are numbered so…)
Alright, so, this is the first fic I ever wrote and, to be honest, it is not my best. I hope the newer ones are better! Anyway, enjoy <3
“No! It should start with a B-string!” Brian shouted
“Why the hell would that make it sound any better than with a D-string?” Roger shouted back
“You don’t even play a bloody stringed instrument! You bang sticks on-” Brian began
“Like you could even do that! I at least know what sounds right!"
The two were going at it again as Freddie sat back and watched. John had gone out for the night, where he didn’t know. All he was concerned about was not getting mauled by the two angry men in front of him. God just don’t bring me into this. I’ve already dealt with this enough for today.
"You idiotic prick! Why would that-"
Roger threw one of his drumsticks at Brian, who quickly dodged it, having it slam into the wall. Freddie sank lower into his seat as Roger went for Brian’s guitar.
"Don’t you touch that!” Brian growled
“Why? You say I don’t know a damn thing about a guitar!"