I would like to dedicate this to BriannaHarrison7 and LaraMacca for saying they would read this.

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It was a cool, crisp Autumn day when I first laid eyes on the auburn-haired bassist, John Deacon.

It was also the first time his band would be performing as Queen—they had previously been named Smile.

As Roger sat behind the drums, Brian strummed his guitar, and Freddie stepped up to the mic, John Deacon nervously fiddled with the strap of his bass, peering into the crowd.

My band had played just prior to theirs. When I stepped off, I gave John a nod. He offered a nervous smile in return.

That was before I even knew his name.

All I knew was this: bassists need to stick together. And I intended to get to know this shy bassist more.

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"I'm John Richard Deacon. I was born on August 19th, 1951." He smacked his lips.

"Is that how you pick up the ladies?" I lifted a brow, offering him a smirk.

"Uh, no. Not—not really, no." He nervously tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, giving me a shy smile.

"Have a drink with me, John Richard Deacon, born on August 19th of 1951," I said, motioning for him to sit next to me. He swiftly moved to sit next to me, lacing his fingers together on the bar.

"I'm sorry. I'm not very good at this," he admitted, looking around nervously as the bartender poured him a drink. I laughed a little at this. As if I couldn't tell...

"Dear, you're doing perfectly fine. Honestly, I'm not much of a socialite either. I tend to stay away from the crowd," I admitted, dropping my confident stage persona. John didn't say anything. I suppose the gears were turning in his head.

"And to be quite honest, the shy, fumbly bassists are more my type anyway," I said, watching him from the corner of my eye. He donned a small smile, glancing at his hands.

"Besides, bassists are best."

At this, John looked up, donning a wide grin.

"Would you like to get out of here—not that we have to do anything, of course! I would like to just slip away to somewhere quieter. Perhaps we could talk there?" John asked, his shyness overtaking him again.

"Why not, John Richard Deacon, born on August 19th, 1951?" I replied.

Little did I know, John would become my husband, the father of my children, and my best friend for many years to come.