Rusper, England, 2nd of June 1975

I was awoken by the sound of chattering voices and frantic footsteps echoing throughtout the old medieval farmhouse. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the bright sunlight pouring through the curtains and illuminating the bedroom before sitting upright, yawning loudly. The noise from downstairs continued - what was all the commotion about? I found the motivation to climb out of bed, the old metal frame creaking slightly as I did, and made my way over to the window, pulling back the curtains. Sure enough, the place was bustling as I looked down upon on the front yard, which was littered with people. The only time the farm was ever as hectic as this is when we have an arrival - there wasn't an arrival today, was there?

My thoughts were soon interrupted as I heard a set of footsteps hurrying up the stairs and down the corridor, stopping just outside my room. There was a soft knocking on the door before opening slightly to reveal the face of my mother.

'Oh good, you're awake. Good morning, darling.' she said with a smile.

'Morning, Mum,' I replied, 'What's with all the racket downstairs?'

She looked at me confused, 'Don't you remember? We have an arrival today. It's all your father has been talking about for the last several months.'

'My head must be in a different place today. I completely forgot.' I sighed, mentally slapping myself. I glanced at my calendar on the wall - sure enough marked on today's date - it said in capital letters 'Arrival Day'.

'Anyway, I came to make sure you were up and about.' my mum told, 'The horses need groomed, fed and turned out into the field. The stalls will need mucking out too, although I'd advise you to wear more suitable clothing.'

I looked down at my current outfit I wore to bed consisting of a t-shirt and pair of shorts. I laughed, 'As if I would actually muck out the stables in my pyjamas. And I tend to them every day when I'm here, Mum, there's no need to remind me.'

'I know that, Amelia, but today is a very important day and I want to make sure that everything is perfect for when the band arrives. So get a wriggle on, they'll be here in a few hours!'

'Alright, alright I'm getting ready!' I assured her and with that, she closed the door behind her and hurriedly made her way back down the stairs again. I know she means well, but when it comes to arrivals my mum can get a bit tense about everything and with everyone - and don't even get me started on my dad. They were trying to make the best impression possible, which is understandable given the fact we'd be having one of Britain's biggest rock bands staying under our roof for a month here at Ridge Farm.

I guess I should tell you a bit about myself and explain everything more thoroughly. Firstly, my name is Amelia-Rose Andrews, but when it comes to my first name I preferred to be addressed as Amelia; much less of a mouthful to say. I'm 23 years old and I'm from the small village of Rusper in West Sussex, England. As you have probably already guessed, I live on a farm, called Ridge Farm, just outside the main village. It's a quaint part of the world, with green meadows and countryside as far as the eye can see. I've lived here all my life, and always look forward to coming back home to visit from London, where I trained to be a veterinary nurse. I graduated from university only a few weeks ago and am currently taking a well deserved break at home, before I head back up to London to start work.

As you probably noticed from my earlier statement, this isn't just any ordinary farm. My father, who was given this place by my grandparents, has spent the last couple of years converting the barn beside the house into a top of the range recording studio, which has attracted many musicians to visit and try out the facilities on offer. My dad was a lighting technician, you see. He'd travelled around the world and worked with a number of bands over the years and always had a passion for music. However he always wanted to be more than a technician, so building a recording studio on his own property made that dream become a reality for him.

This time, we were expecting the arrival of a band my dad had worked with before - Queen. They were a popular band in England at the moment, and like my mum said, everything had to be perfect for when they showed up. I'd heard some of their music before on the radio and such, but I didn't really know much about them. Perhaps having them about would help me become more familiar with their work.

Anyway, following my mother's orders, I got dressed into a suitable outfit - a simple shirt tucked into a pair of old slim fit jeans. I brushed the knots out of my brown hair and after brushing my teeth and washing in the bathroom, I too hastily made my way downstairs, where the chaos of today's events truly became apparent. I walked through to the kitchen, passing several farm hands and people I didn't even recognise on the way there, and quickly grabbed some toast and an apple to keep me going. As I stood at the counter, I felt a nudge against my legs. Turning around I looked down to see the happy, furry face of my childhood best friend. My golden retriever - Jasper.

'Hey, buddy. How are you doing today?' I smiled, bending down to give him a cuddle as he attempted to lick my face.

I knelt there for several minutes enjoying Jasper's company before remembering I had a job to do. I stood up, grabbed my breakfast and headed out of the kitchen, saying goodbye to Jasper as I did. After slipping on my riding boots at the front door, I left the house, the warm morning sun hitting me as soon as I stepped outside. It was a beautiful day; the sky was the brightest blue and there wasn't a cloud in sight. Once again I was being distracted from what I was supposed to be doing, so I quickly headed off to the stables, which was just a short walk from the house.

We had 15 horses living at Ridge Farm, but there were only 6 in the stable today as the rest were already out in the fields. One of the horses in the stable belonged to me - Admiral. He was a bay, 16hh Australian Stock Horse gelding who we bought about 6 years ago. He was a gentle and quiet soul, but when it came to eventing he would never shy away from the competition. I'd never seen a horse sail through an eventing course with as much ease and precision as he did. I'd really struck gold, being lucky enough to own such a fantastic horse as him.

As I walked up to his stall, Admiral's head appeared from the open door above, obviously hearing me coming.

'Good morning, old boy.' I said stroking his nose before planting a kiss on it.

After I'd checked all the horses, I quickly got to work. I groomed each of them thoroughly as they munched away on the hay I'd given them for their morning feed. Once I'd done that I turned the horses out into the field where they ran freely around the paddock happily before heading back to the stables to do my least favourite job - mucking out. I grabbed a wheelbarrow, a pitch fork and sweeping brush and began the long and un-glamourous task of cleaning out each individual stall. After putting the fresh bedding down and dumping the manure in the composting bin, I was absolutely knackered. I sat down on a hay bale just beside the stable doors for a moment to regain my breath as my face glistened in the sun due to the sweat down my face (it was a good thing I never wore makeup).

While I was sat there panting, I heard the noise of a vehicle coming up the long driveway towards the house. Sure enough, moments later a van drove by and carried on up the driveway until it reached the house, before parking outside. I looked at my wrist watch - 10:00am. The band had arrived. Shit, I should have been back ages ago to greet them. My mother was going to kill me. I quickly stood up, tidied up all the equipment I'd used to muck out the stalls, washed my hands at the tap which we used to fill up water buckets and sorted myself out before making my way over to the house to meet our guests, while still looking (and probably smelling) like an absolute state.

As I continued walking towards the house, I noticed the four members of the band had already gotten out of the van and greeted the rest of my family, as I could see them exchanging handshakes. Inching closer to them, I could hear my dad saying to them;

'...We have tennis courts, a swimming pool, snooker table in the basement and just about all else you could need. We hope you'll enjoy you're stay here, it's great to see you boys again after so long.' Dad's focus shifted to me when I walked up to them, I could see my Mum glaring at me from the corner of my eye. 'Oh, here she is! Fellas, this is my daughter Amelia. Amelia, this is John, Freddie, Brian and Roger.'

I looked at the four tall lads standing in front of me. They were quite a compelling group - wearing the most unusual but glamorous clothes I think I've ever seen anyone wear. One of the boys stuck his hand out for me to shake. He had long, wavy brown hair and was wearing a navy shirt, flared jeans and suede platform boots, which even I would struggle to walk in.

'John Deacon. Lovely to meet you.' he said with a kind, yet shy smile.

I shook his hand, smiling, making sure I wasn't stood too close so he wouldn't be able to indicate that I currently smelled of horse manure, 'Lovely to meet you too, John.'

The next lad that I greeted I recognised as their lead singer. He had jet black hair which almost reached his shoulders and he was wearing the most gorgeous patterned jacket, that matched his fingernails which were painted black. He took his sunglasses off and shook hands with me.

'Freddie Mercury, pleasure to meet you, dear.' he said in a rather posh, upper class accent.

'Pleasure to meet you too, Freddie.' I replied. The next boy I greeted had the wildest and poofiest mane of hair I think I'd ever seen. He was a slender man, dressed in a skin-tight shirt and black trousers, topped off with a pair of white clogs.

'Nice to meet you, Amelia. I'm Brian. Brian May.' he said softly.

I smiled, 'Nice to meet you, Brian.'

I then reached the last lad of the group. Also wearing sunglasses, he removed them from his face to reveal big blue eyes and a cheeky but sweet smile. He was slightly shorter than the rest of his bandmates (well, considerably shorter compared to Brian), dressed in a black t-shirt, leather jacket, patched jeans, and trainers. He had shoulder length blonde hair which fell around his delicate face and if you didn't know any better, you'd first assume he was a girl because of his dainty facial features. Nonetheless, he reached his hand out to shake mine to which I gladly did.

'Roger Taylor. Pleasure to meet you.' he introduced himself.

'Roger,' I repeated his name, nodding, 'The pleasure's all mine.'

It could be just the fact that he was very good-looking but something about Roger seemed to draw my attention to him in particular. There was something intriguing about him, I just wasn't sure what it was. We stood there for a moment until my mum interrupted the silence.

'Anyway, I'm sure you boys are eager to see the recording studio so we won't leave you waiting. I'll show you to your rooms real quick where you can leave your luggage and then you can head down to the barn.' My mum told them. The four band members nodded.

'Sounds good. Thank you, Mrs Andrews.' Brian smiled. The boys quickly grabbed their luggage and other belongings from the van.

'Do hurry up, John, I want to check out the recording studio and you're taking forever.' I heard Freddie complain as he stood with his arms crossed behind John who was trying his best to lift a heavy suitcase from the boot of the van on his own.

'A hand wouldn't go amiss, y'know.' John retorted. I was about to offer some help, but Brian came to his aid, rolling his eyes obviously used to the bickering between his friends.

After the guys had collected all their luggage, they made their way into the house. As they walked by, I met the gaze of Roger again who smiled at me, before following the rest of his bandmates inside. Y'know, I never normally paid much attention to the bands that came and went here, when I was around, it was a pretty normal sight here at the farm. But I had a feeling that having Queen staying with us was going to be an exception.

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Greetings everyone! So this is the start of the first Queen fanfic I've ever written, hence why it might be a bit rough, for which I apologise. It's also much longer than I intended it to be due to all irrelevant stuff I've written so I'm sorry if I bored you senseless - there won't be as much of a back story in the next chapter as there was in this you'll be happy to know haha! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter nonetheless and if you would be so kind as to vote/comment on it or even maybe follow me that'd be very much appreciated. I'll upload the next chapter as soon as possible, depending on how busy I am with school and such. Thank you for reading!

- Anna :-) x