Like you were going to pass up a chance like this. Yeah, right. He's just lying there, defenseless. It's sad really, but you make do with what you have (and you have Brian May!!!)
You put some chapstick on your lips. Might as well make it the best kiss he's ever had, right? You lean down and kiss Brian Harold May, guitar god, whilst having to listen to the boys whooping. You look up and smile. This better work. The it worked in Cinderella, right?
He wakes up and smiles. That's a good thing. He looks at you and then he frowns. Now that's bad.
"Were you the one that kissed me?"
You grin.
"Who'd you think it was? John?"
John and Brian shudder. Brian recovers quickly.
"Don't even go there. Anyway, since it was you, thanks."
A look of terror passes over his face. He jumps up and starts tearing the studio apart, apparently looking for something important. Oh yes! Didn't Brian say something about his Red Special?
"Where is it? Where could it be? Oh, please say it's here!"
You get up, brush yourself off and start going round the studio, helping as much you could. John, Freddie, and Roger gradually got the drift and started helping too.
3 hours later you still hadn't found it. Brian was close to tears (in fact, he had already broke down and cried, but that was a while ago) and Freddie was getting testy. John had left, always at the beck and call of Veronica, and Roger was sipping a Southern Comfort.
"Couldn't we just postpone this little search-party until tomorrow? We've already wasted a whole day in the studio, why waste a night?" Freddie say's, a bit annoyed. "You have other guitar's you know. We could have layed down the rest of the track and then started this little fiasco."
Brian stands strait and turns to face Freddie, white-faced. He was mad. Very, very mad. This is not good. You've heard about the legendary fights between band members, and this looks like it could turn out to be one of them.
"I do have other guitars but not another Red Special! I have to find it! It's like a part of me, I just can't leave it behind without knowing where it is! Besides, the song wouldn't sound the same," Brian yell's.
He was getting a bit red in the face now. You raise your eye-brows. You've never seen Brian with any other skin color besides, well, light.
He turns to Roger, "Why are you still here? You're not even helping! If you're not going to do anything but drink, then get off your butt and help!"
Roger looks shocked. "Ah, um, okay Brian, I'll help. I didn't know it was this important to you. I thought it rather amusing, actually."
Uh-oh. That was really stupid. Apparently, Roger figured that out just after he said it. A terrified expression passed over his face and suddenly he dropped his drink, put his hands over his hair, and ran out of the studio.
Okay then. Well, now it was just you, a very annoyed Freddie Mercury, and an angry, frantic Brian May. What do you do?
