What to do? What to do?! Brian May just fainted and he's not responding. This is way over your head. You plead to the guys for help.
"John? Roger? Freddie? Any help here would be GREATLY appreciated!"
John and Roger look like they have entered a severe state of shock, but Freddie (being the smart fellow he is) jumps into action.
"Here! Take this!"
He yells, shoving a bucket of water into your hands. Where'd he get that? You wonder, but there is no time for questions. You take the bucket and dump the water on Brian. Well, his face. More precise, his hair. This could be bad.
Brian wakes with a start. And a scream.
"MY HAIR! MY LOVELY HAIR! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE?"
You blink in surprise. You just brought him back to consciousness, didn't you? That was a good thing, wasn't it?
"I'm sorry, really, I am! I didn't mean to get your wonderful hair wet! It's just that-" Your stuttered apology was cut off by a cry of despair as Brian found a mirror. Uh-oh. You look at the boys with "Help me" spelt out plainly in your eye's. They raise their eye-brows and turn away, whistling a familair tune....could it be "The Funeral March?"Roger whispers in your ear, "You know how I had long hair? Well, I didn't get it cut the conventional way, if you know what I mean." He looked toward Brian, who was mumbling something about "Cold water makes split ends" and such. You turn toward Roger.
"You got his hair wet?"Roger shifted uncomfortably. "Not exactly. More like accidentally spilt some of my drink on it."
You gasp. If that's all that Roger did, what was Brian going to do to you?
Brian looked up. His face was white. Whiter than usual. And very, very tight.
"You." He said, pointing to you, his voice shaking with rage. "You. Out. Now."
You start to say something, then think the better of it. Better just go.
Let's Hope Brian Forgets Your Face, Shall We?
