As Andrew led the way, Freddie noticed white wings on his back.

"Do I get wings?" Freddie questioned.

"Look over you shoulder" Andrew replied.

Freddie turned to see a pair of wings on his back. But his weren't white. They were black as night, with silver feathers underneath.

"What the...! Why aren't mine white? Like yours?"

"We don't know, mr mercury. All angels have white wings, except you."

"But why? Why not blue? Or red? Or yellow?"

"Because white is a pure colour. Angels are pure. That is why."

"Then why are mine black and silver?"

"We are not sure. Ah, here we are!"

Andrew pushed open a pair of oak doors and proceeded to walk in. Freddie followed at a slow pace, with a curious expression on his face. In front of him were around ten angels.

"The choir is not very big. But that means you get to know them better." Andrew told Freddie.

"Alright"

Andrew turned to the angels. "Why don't you introduce yourselves?"

The angels formed a line and each came forward at their own times.

"Hi I'm lizzy" A brown haired angel with dark blue eyes said.

"I'm david." An angel with black hair and brown eyes.

"Steve" An angel with brown hair and eyes.

"Ann" an angel with grey hair and brown eyes.

"Emma" an angel with brown hair blue eyes.

"William" blonde hair and grey eyes

"Emily" black hair, brown eyes.

"Tony" black hair, brown eyes.

"Mark" blond hair, brown eyes.

The last angel, the smallest, stepped forward rather timidly.

"Umm... Jenny... Or Jen, or jennifer, it's up to you sir." The girl had blonde hair with natural brown highlights. Her deep greenish-greyish-blue eyes caught Freddie by surprise. They looked at him with a sort of incredulity.

"Hello, young one" freddie said.

The girl blushed and went to the back of the room. Freddie followed.

"Are you alright, darling?"

"I'm fine. This is my spot. I stay here because nobody talks to me, I get left out."

"Aww! Darling, I'll fix that for you!"

"Thank you mr mercury"

"How do you know my name?" It was Freddie's turn to look at her incredulously.

"Before I died, I was a big fan. I died in a house fire, I was listening to your albums when the oven caught fire. The fire service didn't get there in time. I was locked in my room, with no way out. My parents tried but they couldn't get to me. The last thing I listened to was, ironically, your song, save me"

"Oh, darling... Do you have anyone to look after you?"

"No, I don't have family here. They went somewhere else and I can't find them."

"Do you want me too look after you?"

"I'd like that very much, sir."

"You don't have to call me sir, you can call me what you want."

"How about... Dad?"

"Of course."

"Thank you... Dad."

"Your welcome"