*You are Roger Taylor’s wife. You are sat in the studio with Roger, Brian and John. John and Brian’s wives (Veronica and Chrissie) are also their. The band are all arguing and you, Veronica and Chrissie are all just minding your own business. Freddie walks in late with his friend Paul. Freddie: So sorry my darlings. Lost track of time.

Roger: You fired Reid without consulting us! You don’t make decisions for the band!

Brian: Hey, calm down.

Freddie: Well I’m terribly sorry dear. It’s done.

You roll your eyes at him.

Freddie: Besides, Miami will manage us. Won’t you darling?

Miami: I’ll think about it.

Brian: Are you high again?

Freddie: Well done, Columbo.

Brian: You need to slow down. Fred.

Freddie: Oh don’t be such a bore I’m here aren’t I?

Roger: Are you?

John: I don’t care if he’s shit-faced. As long as you can sing.

Roger: No, John I don’t wanna play it.

Freddie: Then I’m all for it.

Roger: What’s that supposed to mean?

Freddie: I’m tired of the bloody anthems. I want energy in the clubs. The bodies. I want to make people move.

Brian: You mean disco?

Paul: Why not?

Brian: Do you mind pissing off? This is a band discussions

Roger: Drum loops? Synthesiser?

Freddie: If you say so.

Roger: It’s not us! It’s not Queen!

Freddie: Queen is whatever I say it is!

Roger: Well you can play your own bloody drums then!

Freddie shoves Roger away.

Roger: Okay. Let’s see how good a boxer you really are then!

Roger says whilst stepping towards Freddie. You stand up and hold Roger away from him.

You: It’s okay, Rog. He’s not worth it.

Freddie: Yeah that’s right! You listen to your slag of a wife Roger!*