You heard the fading sound of "In The Lap Of The Gods. . . Revisited" behind the corridors of the Rainbow. You searched around with your friend for a while until you found the forbidden room. The dressing room. You inhaled deeply and waited for the boys to come.

Suddenly, you hear a few muttered words, getting louder as they approached the dressing room door. You nearly shrieked in anticipation when you saw Roger, followed by Brian, Freddie and John, exhaustly trodding.

You followed yourself into the dressing room behind John. You felt a teensy bit uncomfortable; but who whouldn't? You are just about to have a chat to the coolest muso's in the free world.

"Are you supposed to be in here?" Roger suddenly interruped your thoughts.

". . . We've got passes. . .do you mind?" You say, acting as if you were stepping on eggshells.

"Sure," Freddie assured you and your friend. "Have a drink with us, dears." He said holding up a bottle of champs by its neck.

You flashed a smile at Freddie. "Thanks..." you searched your mind for a decent convo to start the boys off. "You guys were really great out there. . ."

After a while, the convo was getting better and better by the comment. You talked to them for hours. Each band member was just as nice, cool and collected as the next. Maybe too nice.

It wasn't long till you came to the obvious conclusion.... they were ALL hitting on you! There is only way to solve this is... who are you going to flirt with now?

Freddie

Brian

John

Roger

The nights grow long. . .

It seemed that the songs got better as the night grew old. You still wanted to go backstage, but how without a pass? You only had a rhododendron and your wallet with you.

You thought for a few moments. You have cards in your wallet. Better yet, a privious Queen backstage pass. You grinned deviously and thought of a plan to go backstage.

'A backstage pass looks like another backstage pass, especially if I covered my fingers with the fine deets'. It was almost too easy.

You made your way to the backstage entrance, praying the security director wouldn't think your pass is a fake.

"Passes, please passes." He said, inspecting passes. You handed your lamintated card to the man with your fingers covering the date and other false information.

"Go through. . ." He said to you. It was a miracle (that we are waiting for... today...) you got through.

You arrived at the dressing room, to find nothing but clothes swung over the chairs. You heard the distingtive sound of a shower running and came to the obvious conclusion that the band members were having a shower. Only which ones where? There is only one stall in the dressing room and there surely must be another few dressing rooms that the other guys took a shower in. You look at the clothes to identify who is in there. You glance at the black sequined tight suit. It didn't take you long to discover who it was.

Should you wait until he comes out?

Should you leave before he comes out?

or

Should you jump in the shower with him?