John Deacon looked again at the small piece of paper on which the address of the farmhouse he heard of was written. For weeks and weeks, he had been searching for the perfect house to spend his holidays, far from his band, Queen. One of his friends told him about a very pleasant house that was for rent. As for once his girlfriend decided to spend some time with her family, he had to stay on his own. He already missed her a lot, and could not wait to call her once he would get in the house. It was located in the middle of the countryside, and he knew he loved it already.

Keith Moon put down his full suitcase on the ground and looked up to the beautiful house, standing in front of him. He sighed in relief; since his birth, he had the ability of getting lost easily, and it did not happened this time. He put a hand in his pocket and started to search for the picture that his bandmate John Entwistle had given him. He compared the two and a satisfied grin appeared on his cheeks.

“Wow! Exactly like on the picture. Lucky Moony!”

The house was a kind of Victorian farm that had been renovated. It was made of red bricks and the roof was quite dark. The front door was white and a small gate was facing it. Many flowers had been planted all around the frontage, making the farmhouse less dark. Keith proudly put his fists on his hips and nodded. He needed holidays and that was the perfect place. It was quite big for only him, but after all... It had a pool. He sat on his suitcase, waiting for the owner. Meanwhile, he grabbed his drumsticks that were bigger than his pocket. Absently, he started to hit an invisible drumkit.

Charlie Watts braked on the long path that led to the farmhouse Bill Wyman told him about. The tires squeaked on the pebbles until the car completely stopped. Charlie frowned and stared at a colourful point that was next to the gate. There was someone.

“What the –”

He got out of the car and slammed the door behind him after he took his jacket. He walked up to the gate next to which was the colourful person. The more he was getting close, the more he could distinguish a Union Jack jacket. Only two people on this Earth could wear this. He frowned once again and the person abruptly stood up and waved at him, holding drumsticks.

“Keith Moon, obviously!”

Charlie shook Keith's hand.

“Oh, Charles, what are you doing here, huh? John told ya about this farm?”

“Actually, I'm supposed to spend holidays in it.”

Keith's thick eyebrows frowned and he pouted at the same time.

“What? No, no, I booked it!”

They both quizzically stared into each other's eyes until they heard a motorbike coming behind them. They spun round and hoped it was the owner. A tall man with what seemed to be a beer belly got off the motorbike and removed his helmet before putting it on the seat. With his hands, he shook his hair and coughed before looking at Charlie and Keith.

“What the fuck are you two doing here?”

It was John Bonham. The two other men simply shrugged and shook their heads, as they were as confused as he was. He shook their hands and looked at the farm that was standing before him.

“Exactly like Peter told me it was!”

Charlie grinned. Apparently, everybody had been told by someone about the farmhouse. John stepped forward and leant on his elbows on the wooden gate that separated him from the house. Indeed, it was exactly how he imagined it. He sighed, hoping he would not have problems with Charlie and Keith. Yet, he had called the owner, who said it was free. What was hidden behind all that? “Another thieving so-and-so.” he thought. “And if he brings us problems, I will make him bite the dust!”

At the same time, another car parked in front of the farmhouse. John Deacon got out of it and grabbed his suitcase that he had put in the trunk. As he stepped forward, he suddenly stopped; he had not noticed the three men that were standing outside the farm.

“Huh... Hello?”

“Hello Deacon,” Bonham – let's say Bonzo – said, “I guess you too are supposed to spend holidays here, huh?”

“Well, normally yes. Can someone please explain me what's going on?”

“We don't know ourselves” Charlie replied, “but this isn't good.”

Keith, Bonzo and John nodded. They heard a horn behind them with the sound of a working engine. Once again, after a long desperate sigh, they all spun round and saw a colourful van parking next to John's car. Bonzo frowned and as he recognised his bandmate, Jonesy, he shook his head and started to laugh. Jonesy got out of the car and immediately ran up to them, without taking any of his stuff. As he ran, his long light brown hair were gracefully floating behind him.

“Hi folks! What's going on here?”

“Hey Jonesy!” Bonzo said. “Don't tell me that Peter also told you about the farm!”

“What? No, Jimmy told me about it. He spent holidays here once and was quite satisfied with it. But what are you all doing here? I called the owner and booked the house!”

“Actually, we'd all like to know” Charlie sighed. “I booked it too, Keith did, Bonzo did, John did... I don't understand a thing.”

Keith started complaining like a child and sat down, still holding his drumsticks. With a grin, he started to play the drums with Bonzo's leather boots. Bonzo noticed it and with the tip of his boot, he pushed Keith, who fell backward, right on his back.

“Don't hit those, you fucker! They're new and expensive!” he roared.

Jonesy chuckled and looked at the house. The same satisfied grin drew itself on his cheeks.

“That's a beautiful farmhouse! If only I could live here with my family!”

“Why didn't you come with them?” John asked while running a hand through his own hair.

“Oh, my wife wants me to spend holidays alone this time, because of all the pressure due to the tour dates, and all this stuff. But it will be hard not to see my children for a while.”

“I can understand that” Keith said, crossing his legs.

“Are you talking about the hundred children you had with fans?” Bonzo sneered. “Nah, Moon, you can't understand.”

As Keith was about to reply, a sudden gust of wind whipped their neck and their hair was floating. They heard a big nose behind them, so they turned round and their eyes widened. There was a huge flying saucer landing right before them. The lights of the UFO were multicoloured and a strange music escaped from it. But due to the sound of the engine, they could not hear it properly. When it landed, a big door opened and an iron path got down from it, linking it to the ground. They noticed big red platform shoes with dark brown treads. Suddenly, the UFO fell silent. There was no more music. Full of fear, Keith jumped into Bonzo's arms, who sighed and let him crash to the ground. John swallowed his saliva and started to shiver; he was thinking about his girlfriend. What if this thing killed them all? They heard someone coughing from the UFO. They all craned their necks to try to see what it was. But the thing had stopped.

“Oh shit, my golden nail polish!”

Charlie frowned and dared stepping forward. He slowly and silently walked up to the huge space vehicle and craned his neck once again to see who or what it was. His eyes widened and he started to laugh hysterically, covering his eyes with a hand, leaning against his car. The thing kept on walking and finally appeared. It was nobody else than David Bowie.

“Hello Earthlings!”

“David? For God's sake, what's that?” Jonesy stuttered, still completely intimidated by the flying saucer.

“Oh, that? Only a modern car coming from my planet.”

“From you planet?” Keith repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, FabBowienus. Don't you all know it?”

The group fell silent, only disturbed by Charlie who was still laughing against his car. It was even more hilarious than Mick's stage outfits. The front door of the farmhouse opened and an old man appeared on the doorstep. He went out of the farmhouse and opened the gate, welcoming all the guests with a warm smile.

“Good afternoon! Welcome to Trappy Farm!” he said.

“Trappy?” Bonzo repeated. “Yeah, we're kind of trapped right now, why are they all there whereas I booked the farm?”

“We all did, Bonzo” Jonesy sighed.

The old man looked at them all.

“Wasn't it what you wanted? I thought that rockstars loved to be around one another!”

“We do during parties, but here, we all want to spend holidays, sir.” John politely said.

“Oh, I see. Please get in, we'll try to find an agreement.”

They nodded and the whole group went into the house. Whereas it still looked a bit old outside, the home style was completely different inside. It was really modern and it looked like the kind of decoration they could see in magazines. Keith was amazed by the huge living room in which four colourful couches had been placed. The old man sighed.

“I'm terribly sorry for this misunderstanding, sirs. I didn't mean to cause any trouble. Please make yourself at home. I have to leave you for a minute, I forgot something in my living room.”

“D'you live far from'ere?” Keith asked.

“No, my house is right behind the farm. If you look through this window” he said, pointing at a lonely window in the middle of a wall, “you can see it. It takes two minutes to walk from here to there. I'm sorry but I have to take what I forgot.”

They all nodded and once the old man was out, Bonzo abruptly stood up and kicked one of the couches.

“This man's crazy, I tell you!” he roared. “He did that on purpose!”

“Bonzo, calm down” Jonesy said in a barely audible voice. “We're going to find an agreement and everything will be alright.”

Bonzo sighed and sprawled on the couch he had just kicked. Meanwhile, Keith was drumming again on the furnitures whilst walking through the living room and the dining room.

“Moon, stop that!” Bonzo grumbled.

But Keith did not hear Bonzo. The latter stood up and almost ran up to the small drummer. He tore the drumsticks from Keith's hands and shook them before his eyes.

“I swear, Moon, if you dare playing like that once again, I'm going to shove them right into your arse!”

“Bonzo? Keith? I think there's a problem” John's voice sounded from the entry. They walked up to him and saw him trying to pull and push the door. But it did not move.

“I forgot something important in my car, I have to take it back, but this door won't open!”

“Try another one” David hissed. “Are you Earthlings too dumb to try?”

“Bowie, I swear I'll spread your makeup all over your face with my fist!” Bonzo shouted. David shrugged and walked all around the room, looking at every single detail. Meanwhile, John was trying to open the back door. It did not open either.

“We'll try every door of the house” Charlie said. “Maybe it'll work. Or maybe we should wait for the owner.”

“I guess you're right” John sighed.

They all sat down on the couches whilst David was singing incomprehensible lyrics and dancing as if he was in a trance. They waited the whole afternoon for the old man. Two minutes he said? Unfortunately, he did not come back. Meanwhile, they had all discovered the whole farm and could not wait to spend good holidays in it. Unfortunately, it looked like they had to spend them all together. Even by kicking them, the doors never opened. So that was how the holidays started... They were all trapped.