Reggie sits at his bedazzled playing stool, tapping his drumsticks together in anticipation.

This is it- the biggest online audience QUEEN has ever played for.

One hundred thousand people are logged onto QUEEN's DigiVision server, all waiting and wanting to hear the band play. 

"Is she alright?" Jen whispers into Reg's ear, coming up behind and scaring the living daylights out of him in the process.

"Jeepers, Jen! I almost had a stroke then."

Looking over at Freya, whom the brunette behind him had pointed to, he shakes his head.

"No, I do not think our lead singer is okay. That's great. Very comfort-"

"Reg! You're supposed to be worried about her, not the band!"

"She is practically the band, Jennifer! Lead singer, frontman and workaholic. Band Vs Freyalindaly...? I see no big difference."

"For goodness-"

Freya, in the corner of the rehearsal room  is obsessively reciting her vocal exercises, trying to memorise the changes in melody and pitch. Seeing her anxious state- thanks to Jen and Reg's frantic faces and gestures- Bill rests his hands on her arm, looking into her eyes with a reassuring softness.

"Break a leg, Mate."

"What?" Freya asks, exasperated.

Bill scratches the back of his head.

"You know, theatre geek lingo for good luck, go get 'em"

"Right, right. Sorry, I'm just a bit spaced out. What were you sayin'?"

The guitarist laughs.

"Come on, love. what's the worst that can happen? We absolutely ruin our image and get our album taken off the Hall of Fame wall? "

"William May, why in  the actual **** would you put that in me brain? Oh, god, Bill, this is going to be a disaster."

"no it-"

"YOUR ON IN TWO, GUYS. FREYA, WHY IS YOUR OUTFIT NOT ON PROPERLY? WHERE IS YOUR TIE? OH, LORD HELP US."

"Hi, guys! Before our DigiVision performance begins, I'd like to thank you all for buyin' online tickets and tunin' in today. Furthermore, the band would like to point out how heavily we rely on our creative team."

Turning around to face QUEEN's creative director and camera crew, Freya begins to speak directly to them.

"Without you guys, we'd have no set, our instruments wouldn't be connected to the right speakers and we'd never have such good filmin' technique. So, thank you very much- your work is greatly appreciated."

Jennifer, Reggie, and Bill begin to applaud the crew, the lead singer following their actions soon after.

Blowing the director a kiss, Freya signals to the band. Snapping her fingers thrice, she counts.

"One, two, three, four."

Bill slams into action, strumming his guitar while nodding his head up and down in satisfaction. Reggie joins in, hitting his drums to a steady tempo.

"Another One Bites the Dust! Let's go!"

'Stella walks slowly down the street

with her head pulled real down low

Ain't no sound but the click of her heels

pistols ready to reload

Are you ready, are you ready for this?

are you shaking with nervosity?

Down the street, the bullets fly

dancing to the beat.'

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User_1_: I don't think there is any other band that has the chemistry these four have!

User_d_: Ist noch jemand aus Deutschland hier?

User_A_: Wtf is this performance?

User_4_: OMG, FREYA! SIINNGGG, GURL!

User_65_: Her voice is honestly one of the best in history. The best of our generation, definitely.

User_55_: ...Okay, who tf is Stella and wtf is she doing? LOL.

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The whole band is glowing.

Freya has stepped into her popstar role, head thrashing up and down to the beat, vocals on point and smile never faltering.

As the group members begin to relax, the music does too.

'How'd ya think I'm gonna get along

without you by my side?

told me you loved me years ago

now there ain't no proof to show

Are you sad? Are you terrified?

Of truly ending up alone

Down the street, the tears roll down

falling down her cheeks.'

The first song ends and the crew politely applauds, the LiveChat going wild.

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User_F_: AHHH YOU GO, GUYS!

User_f_: Jen is rocking that look...Like damn, girl.

User_5_: The instruments, mixing with Freya's voice is fucking divine!

User_44_: Why are they so famous? Like, literally, for what? Some Stella or Steve garbage? WTH.

User_28_: Love from England!

User_432_: Let's be real...There's never going to be another band like QUEEN.

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"Thank you, guys, for tunin' in! This would never have been possible without The Royal Family!"

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"Ma, Pa! I'm home!" Freya calls as she enters her parents' three-story home.

Pulling her keys out of the lock, she begins to take her coat off.

"Honestly, you'd think the reporters and cameramen would let you drive home in peace," Miss Mercury mutters, hugging her daughter tightly and frowning at the Paparazzi outside the house.

"It is a bit unsettlin' that everyone knows where we sleep at night, ain't it?" Freya's father, Michael, agrees.

He walks over to the window, pulling the curtains tightly shut. "I'm all for fans supportin' ya, but following you home is where I draw the bloody line!"

"Langauge, Mike!" Freya's mother- Annie- scolds, the kitchen mitt in her hand whacking him across the head. "Honestly, yer parents are tossin' in their graves, they are."

The youngest shakes her head fondly at the bickering couple. "I do know what ya mean, Da- and I hear your concerns, but there ain't really much I can do 'bout it."

"What'd ya mean, pumpkin? You're Freya bloody-"

"MICHEAL!" Miss Mercury's voice warns from the kitchen.

"- Zahid Bulsanya-Mercury! You could take on giants with yer pinky finger if you put ya mind to it! Call someone, make arrangements and make sure you and yeh family are completely safe 'n sound!"

Freya sighs, sitting down and placing her head in her hands. "You're right. I think I'm going to head out and fix the problem... now? I'll talk to my Head of Security and see if the English Police can get involved."

"I'll be back soon. I've got my phone on me, if ya need meh."

The clicking of a camera greets Freya as soon she walks out the door of her family home.

"Will QUEEN be releasing something soon?"

"Was DigiVision a last hoorah?"

"Who'll go solo first?"

"Is it true you're writing a song called 'Heaven's Devil'?

The blonde groans, picking up her pace as she walks toward her car.

"I'd like yeh ta get off me parent's lawn, please. I'm going te the police station round 'bout now. If you'd like to follow me and face possible arrest, ya welcome teh tag along."

Shutting her car door, Freya rolls down the window.

"QUEEN is definitely releasing somethin' this month, DigiVision was another experience, we're not certain who'll go solo first, and no I'm/we're not writin' a song called Heaven's Devil! Thank you, good day. Get off my parent's property!"












"Oh shite, me girl's on a mission! Watch out world!"

"Lord, save me. This is the last time I'm remindin' ya 'bout your use of foul language!"

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Killer Queen- Freya Mercury: First Draft:

She keeps her soft robes of silk

just in case another calls

"Pay me what I'm due," she says

Just like Stella from bite and dust

Built in- miracle

For Stella and the man she 'knows'

Irresistible every time, lessons

you'll have to learn.

She's a Killer Queen

shockwaves in the bloodstream

supersonic energy

Guaranteed to blow your mind

Every time.

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In the Avengers penthouse, nothing but the TV can be heard.

"What if they're looking for us?" Wanda suddenly blurts out.

She's sitting on the couch, her arms tightly wrapped around Captain America's large figure.

He pauses the movie, eyebrows creasing together.

"Who, love?"

"Soulmate number one," she replies, speaking as if the answer is obvious.

"We've talked about this, Wanda-"

"No we haven't!" she interrupts, her finger tracing the microphone soulmark on her collarbone. "Not properly."

T'challa nods his head in agreement. "He's right, Steven. Soulmate number one will be our most cherished partner..."

"Fine! Does everyone else feel comfortable talking about it?" he asks, hoping the answer will be a unanimous no.

Steve has been avoiding this conversation since the 1900s- he certainly wasn't expecting to have to deal with it today.

The nodding of all heads bursts his hope-filled bubble.

"Alright then...Soulmate number one, you're officially being discussed!"

It's at that moment, that he feels his only unclaimed mark flare for the first time.

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May 2022

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