The fame of the Queen (An original short story for the SC2 contest)

This is fictional, Freddie Mercury never had a brother, He has a sister but not a brother.

Chapter 1

Chapter One.

Freddie drowsily sat up in bed. He looked over at his mother and slid out of bed. "Good morning mother dearest." He said to her quietly. "Good morning Freddie, I made some breakfast for you, it's on the stove."

Freddie's face lit up. What he missed the most when he was on tour was home cooked meals. He practically skipped to the kitchen and began eating very quickly. His brother James walked down the stairs. "Good morning Freddie." He said with a slight frown on his face. Freddie looked up and smiled a wide toothy grin. He leaped out of his chair and threw his arms tightly around his younger brother's body. "Oh Little Brother."

James frowned as he was being suffocated by his older brother's shirtless chest. He slid out of his arms and sat down in his chair. "Yeah.." He rolled his eyes. "Great to see you too Freddie." Freddie let out a large sigh. "Come on Darling. You can't be mad at me." James let out a large groan.

"I told you not to call me that Fred." Freddie felt slightly angry. James knew he disliked being called Fred. He finished his food and set his plate in the sink. He began to walk back upstairs. "Goodbye Fred." He finished climbing the stairs and shut the door to his room. Freddie sighed and set back down to finish his breakfast.

His mother walked in the room. Freddie looked at her as she sat down next to him. "Mother?" He asked for her attention. "Yes Freddie?" She replied. "Why does James not like me?" He sighed and ran his fingers through his long curly hair. She furrowed her eyebrows and made a thoughtful face. "Freddie, Your little brother has always looked up to you. But I know he wanted to be famous and you are famous."

Freddie took a deep breath. He had never considered that James might be jealous of him. He just chuckled a deep chuckle and brushed it off. "He couldn't be jealous!" His mother sipped her coffee and gave him a look. "I believe he could." she said with a serious look on her face. Freddie's face instantly went from a humorous face to a serious face. "Really? You really believe he could?" He asked.

His mother nodded. He never meant to hurt his brother's feelings at all. Maybe he could work things out. The doorbell let out a quick ring and Freddie rushed to the door. He already knew Brian was supposed to come over soon. He opened the door to a very cold Brian May and Roger Taylor. "Good lord Freddie. Could you let us in before we turn into snow men!" Roger said with attitude.

Freddie laughed. "Oh darling, you have a coat on." Freddie sat down at the piano and began to play the melody to his newest creation. After he played the whole piece Brian and Roger were in awe. Freddie had just created an amazing complex song and had just played it without writing it down, Of course he never wrote things down.

James stood in the doorway glaring at Freddie. He wished he could be famous. He taught Freddie how to play piano. Freddie gained an interest in singing after he heard James singing. He should get all the credit. Not Freddie. He should be famous. It's unfair. "It's unfair." He mumbled under his breath. Their mother brushed past James. "I'm going to the store. I'll be back later. Be a good boy for your older brother." She waved goodbye to James and Freddie and rushed out the door.

Freddie took a deep breath and began to sing along while he was playing. He began on the lyrics. "Mama, I just killed a man. Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead. Mama, life had just begun but now I've gone and thrown it all away." He belted out the rest of the lyrics and James stopped him right in the middle. "What a horrid song Fred." He scowled at the older boy.

Roger stepped up even though it was not like him. "I quite loved it." He spat back at James. James huffed and stomped his feet. "I taught Freddie to play. He didn't even want to sing until he heard me. I taught him everything. He was going to bloody art school before I came along!" He turned red with anger, Freddie knew he was about to blow up. "Alright, alright James. Maybe you should take a rest." He put a hand on his little brother's back.

James gripped Freddie's hand tightly and threw it off of his back. "Don't touch me! I deserve all the credit! Not you!" He scowled and stormed up to his room. Freddie sighed. He looked at Brian. "What should I do?" Brian shrugged. Freddie looked towards Roger. "Don't ask me!" Roger put his hands in the air. "Alright. I'll do it myself." Freddie quickly dashed up the stairs and knocked on the door to James' room.

James opened the door furiously. He glared at Freddie. "Listen James. You are right. I didn't dream about singing before I saw you singing, I didn't know how to play piano until you taught me. I didn't know anything about music! You inspired me. You still do. You may not be famous to others but you are my biggest inspiration." Freddie poured out his heart to his little brother. James' face lit up. "Oh Freddie! Do you really mean that?" Freddie nodded and smiled.

James leaped on his older brother and gave him a tight hug. "Thank you." He whispered. Freddie smiled. "No thank you." He sat his little brother down and frowned slightly. "Do you really hate my song?" He said with a somberness in his voice.

James chuckled and shook his head. "No, I don't hate it. It's brilliant silly! You're brilliant!" Freddie smiled and hopped back downstairs to finish making probably the biggest masterpiece he would ever make in his lifetime.
This is the story of Freddie Mercury,Brian May, Roger Taylor, John Deacon, James Bulsara, And Bohemian Rhapsody. Thank you.


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