Bum ba da dum bum bum bum, bum dpba da dum bum bum bum, John kept playing over and over in the studio.

Freddie scratched his mustache a little. "That's pretty good, John."

"Yeah, Deaks." Roger agreed with a light chuckle.

"Just add some words and all, and you've got yourself a hit!" Brian added.

John wasn't even listening. He was focusing on him and his bass. That was it.

"He's in the zone," Roger said.

"We all know from experience that once a musician gets in the zone, we're gonna be here a while." Freddie sighed.

Some time later...

John continued playing the riff.

More time later...

"John, okay, we get you like the riff, but it's been a really long time..." Brian yawned.

John gave no response. Still. Playing. The riff.

"Okay, that's it." Roger went straight to the Deaky amp and unplugged John's bass from it. (Note: I don't play bass or guitar or any instrument that uses an amp, so I have no clue what happens when you unplug an instrument from an amp like that, forgive me if I got it wrong)

"Hey!" John exclaimed.

"You were playing the bass riff for-" Roger looked at his watch. "-twenty minutes now! Could you just give it a break?"

"Yeah, I guess I should. I guess I'll grab a pizza or something."

"Yeah, sure."

Thirty minutes after pizza...

"Hey, how'd you even come up with a riff like that, John?" Brian asked.

"What bass riff?"

Freddie coughed up his drink. Roger raised his (very fucking sexy) eyebrows in doubt and question. Brian made a look crazier than his own hair.

"What the hell do you mean, 'What bass riff?'?" Freddie asked.

"The bass riff you played for like half an hour and nothing else!" Roger exclaimed.

"Oh yeah, that..." John scratched the back of his head a little. "I, uh, kinda... forgot it."

"How the hell did you forget it, for fuck's sakes?!"

"I'm sorry!!"

"Way to go, John, you've pissed off Freddie."

"I SAID I'M SORRY, DAMN"

"Shitfuckfuckfuckfuckshitshitshitfuck" Freddie muttered to himself.

"Oh boy, this won't end well."

"Let's just leave and let John think."

"I can't think about that stupid bass riff all night! I've got a family, dammit!"

"WAIT A SECOND" Roger screamed as if the world was about to end.

"What?!?" The other three asked in unison.

"Didn't it go something like, 'bum ba da dum bum bum bum, bum ba da dum bum bum bum'???"

"YES, YES, OH MY GOD YES, I REMEMBER IT NOW" John exclaimed.

"Great, we've solved the mystery of the bass riff, let's go home." Brian suggested, grabbing his coat.

"Yeah, alright, it's been a long night. I guess I'll go get drunk and have some sex." Roger sighed.

"You did that last night," Brian chuckled.

"No harm in twice a week, I suppose."

"JOHN, YOU BETTER RIGHT THAT RIFF DOWN," Freddie urged.

"Yeah, yeah, alright, I'll do it once I get home."

"No, I want you to write it down now. Right here, right now." Freddie demanded.

"Fine," John grabbed a napkin spotted with pizza grease as Brian handed him a pen and began to wrote it down. "There. Pleased?"

"Very. Let's go."

"John?"

"Yeah, Rog?"

"I saved your ass. Remember that next time I ask you for a favor."

Idk what this is but shout out to @Queen_Fantasy for being such a cool dude and we even found each other on Instagram