"We have to escape guys. We aren't even sure what that Evil Taxi Driver dude is going to do to us." You said in a hushed voice. The boys agreed readily. It was difficult to untie yourself, but then you realise were you where. In a musical instrument storage room! You and the boys cut the gaffa tape by using the cymbol on a drum kit! Hurriedly, you escaped through the window and run to the back alley. Brian nervously looked left and right to see if anyone was coming. Which direction were you to go?

Suddenly, you heard a fantastically loud noise from above you. It was Roger and Freddie in a helicopter! In the Kind of Magic helicopter! (Granted, it didn't exist, but in this story, for these purposes, it did) "Come on in!" Roger shouted as he threw down a ladder rope. Brian ascended first, then you and John. Yes! The band was all together again and the Evil Taxi Driver pursued another band for his nephew's birthday.

Yes! Their lives have been saved!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Hmm, interesting choice. You tell the boys of your decision and wait. Brian sings "Leavin Home Ain't Easy" under his breath and John started crying again. Outside was getting increasingly darker and you waited anxiously forever. Or what seemed to be forever. Suddenly, there was a scuffling sound from outside the door. Freddie was pushed into the room.

"Ici.." He said in a deliciously evil French tone "Here is everyone."

You laughed. "Who is this?" You say jokingly. "Who is it supposed to be?"

The taxi driver looked shocked. "It is the lead singer of Queen, is it not?" You looked over at the boys from the corner of your eye. You hoped they had a fair idea of what your plan was.

"No! Get off me you brute!" Freddie fended off the driver. "I'm Farookh Bulsara! What are you talking about?"

A great wave of shock came over the Evil Taxi Driver. "Non! You look so much like Freddie Mercury!"

Freddie angrily shook his head. "This happens to me all the time. I don't even know what this fool looks like. Sounds like an idiot to me."

John tried to hide his gigantic smile on his face. "Well, Evil Taxi Driver, what are you going to do?"

The driver looked at John and gave him a slight nod. "You will perform. All of you. *Bwhahaha*."

You looked a little worried. You weren't a proper musician. "Even me?" He shot an icy glance at you. "Especially you... Roger." Omigod, he thought you were the drummer! You were pulsating with fear. You had no rhythm. This gig would be a dive if you went on impersonating Roger.

"Me? I'm not Roger, sorry. As much as I would like to be him. For starters, I'm a girl and secondly--"

"ENOUGH!" The taxi driver flew his hand in front of you. Apparently this guy had no concept of gender. He was beginning to get pissed off. You looked over at John. He seemed to be happy. His swings were annoying you considerably. "You will perform..."

Continue (with great trembling fear)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Hmmm, was it all a dream?
PS Brian never actually disappeared. However, you intercepted the Evil Taxi Driver on your way "home".