#| ➸ I see a little silhouetto of a man—— ⊰ crack ⊱

[voxcomentumultis]

“I licked it, so it’s mine.” He may or may not be talking about a certain angel.

[cognoscente]

"you singing everything all at once is the reason i get so many headaches" ( for lorenzo from gio : patronodellearti )

@patronodellearti

“     Wow, can you believe a patron of the arts does not appreciate MY ART, which is being granted for free?    I SING IN MUSICAL PRODUCTIONS. Get a hold, punkcle    ” 

[reluctantdemon-blog]

Tag Drop!

[natromanxoff]

Queen live at Earls Court Exhibition Centre in London, UK - June 6, 1977 (Part-1)

The last two nights of the tour were very special. Queen used an expensive lighting rig called "Crown" for the very first time. Both shows were also officially recorded on video and the first show was also released on many bootlegs in almost excellent quality. Both gigs included a superb rock'n'roll medley (this medley is also the only bootleg recording from the second night).

(x)

Queen capped off the A Day At The Races tour with two shows at London's Earls Court Arena. According to the tour programme there was only supposed to be one night at Earls Court, on June 5. The itinerary was amended due to ticket demand. The proceeds from this show went to the HRH Queen's Silver Jubilee Appeal.

The band dropped £50,000 on a new lighting rig for these shows, which was a giant crown - 25 feet tall by 54 feet wide, weighing two tons. Queen were pioneers of many rock concert spectacles, including this very first mobile lighting rig.

The music of Chopin (Freddie's choice) plays as the audience enter the venue. At this point, one can barely see the stage, as the crown is only a few feet above it, with black drapes below it - thus hiding everything on stage, and causing some audience members to wonder where the band will be playing! Procession is heard (revived only for the Earls Court shows, and never to be used again), and then the A Day At The Races overture rings through the speakers. Part way through, the crown slowly begins to rise, and out comes the dry ice (the first picture above was taken during this moment). Queen then burst onto the stage to perform Tie Your Mother Down, and the show goes on as usual.

According to Freddie, perfume came naturally "from London" tonight during Killer Queen. He changed the lyric at many shows in the past month, and he would again do this in Tokyo in 1979.

Playing to the hometown crowd seems to presents a slight tension in the air for the band. Still, there are many incredible moments throughout. Brian's Brighton Rock guitar solo is epic (even incorporating bits of Frère Jacques and Three Blind Mice), and he really shines with his delay technique at the end of Doing All Right. Freddie's voice is in pretty good shape tonight, but he has problems hitting a few of the higher notes, unlike the Bristol and Glasgow shows in previous weeks. Still, he puts in great performances of Doing All Right, White Man, and In The Lap Of The Gods...Revisited. To lighten things up, Roger often screams things in the background between songs, not to mention his duck quack before '39, heard at this point in the set at many shows during this period.

During this time period, Freddie wasn't heard singing "I see a little silhouetto of a man" on the tape of Bohemian Rhapsody's opera section. In 1975 and '76, Freddie sang this line live, so it was muted on the tape. The band continued to use this version of the tape through November 1978, with the exception of the Earls Court shows because the promo video for the song was shown on the big screens during the opera section.

Tonight the band cover Elton John's "Saturday Night's All Right For Fighting" during the Jailhouse Rock medley. Sporting his dazzling silver lurex outfit, Freddie emerged from a trap door for the second encore, but the videos from both nights unfortunately don't focus on him at that moment. The whole band (especially Roger) are a joy to watch during the medley. At the end of the show, the lights continue to sparkle as the crown descends to its original position.

Since Queen used the two video screens on either side of the stage at Earls Court (as confirmed by a review of the second night) like Led Zeppelin did in 1975, the shows exist on film. This most likely indicates that the shows weren't filmed with the intention of releasing them. Footage from both nights has popped up in various documentaries.

Shortly after the shows, the band must have listened to the recordings and realized how awful John Deacon's voice sounded in the harmonies of Somebody To Love. His microphone would never be turned up again (except for in Buenos Aires '81, but for an entirely different reason).

In November 2009 the band posted some concert videos from the 70s on their website in conjunction with the release of their "Absolute Greatest" compilation, including You Take My Breath Away from this show. An amp blows up during the song, but it has been muted for this release, although Freddie is still seen somewhat startled by it. The song was also made available on iTunes in conjunction with the re-releases of the first five Queen albums in 2011.

Some footage from this concert was shown at the "Stormtroopers in Stilettoes" Queen exhibition in London in early 2011. While the picture quality was the same as in the old documentaries, the sound was a new stereo mix from the master tapes. Footage from the show was seen in a 2015 BBC documentary called "From Rags To Rhapsody," using this same stereo mix. Freddie's voice crack on "school boy" in Death On Two Legs was patched up presumably with the second night's audio. Part of '39 was also shown, but the audio is a hybrid of the two nights (instrumentally it's the first night, but the lead and backing vocals are from the second night, with the exception of Freddie's "all together" connecting the final two choruses). However, the issue remains that Freddie's piano vocal mic track is apparently blank on the multi-track master tapes for both nights at Earls Court.

Finally, the rock section of Bohemian Rhapsody from this show was used in the 2018 "Bohemian Rhapsody" film (it's almost certainly a hybrid of the two nights at Earls Court). There have been a few slight fixes and overdubs on this material in the various releases and documentaries - see Chinwonder's video analysis for details.

The pre-show pictures were taken in front of the newly-built crown lighting rig (Queen's crew are seen in the last two). The last pic was taken by Watal Asanuma.

Part-2

[hirako5hinji]

❝Is this real life?❞ ... "is this just fantasy?" ... "caught in a landsl----" The chair has collapsed below him. He seems a bit stunned.

Drinking starters

[ Accepting | x ]

               “ -andslide, no escape from reality~ ” … “ Open yer eyes, look up ‘ta the skies, and seeee—? ”

          Teetering drunkenly on his own chair, one feet boosted up on the backrest looking like some deranged beanpole of a Lion King on his little wooden four-legged pride rock directly across from Kisuke, Shinji looked vaguely confused by the sudden lack of musical accompaniment from his friend. 

          He gazed quizzically at the ground where the other blond was sprawled there comically. It took him a whole minute to figure out that the dazed lump was Kisuke - maybe all those bottles of sake had not been a good idea after all-

          Shinji grinned goofily, finger-gunned his friend conspiratorially, and continued to dramatically belt out at the top of his lungs- 

               “ I see a ‘lil silhouetto of a man- ” The old, rickety chair beneath him creaked  o m i n o u s l y  at his enthusiastic gesturing. “ Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will ya do the FandANGOWW— ” 

          He cracked his head hard enough on the tatami mat to temporarily stop that godawful racket he was making at 3 am in the morning, clutching his throbbing skull and groaning instead...much to the relief of the rest of the inhabitants of the Shoten.

[kurara-black-blog]

Seven Times Bohemian Rhapsody Played in Lance’s Life (And when it stopped)

Date: 28/08/18

Words: 1981

Warning: Langst, Songfic, Open Ending.

Tag: @moonsworllld

Song: Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen (in case you didn’t knew)

Here’s a cool video related to this.

Bohemian Rhapsody was a beautiful song, even though it brought too much conflicting thoughts and feelings up. A sense of unlimited hope for the tomorrow and yet the feeling of a never extinguishable fatigue. Lance would forever be amazed by the song. He first heard it when very young, his papa very adamant on showing the great classics to his children. Lance grew up listening to that song, he learned English with it, hell, he even learnt how to play it on some instruments—he could not play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star on a piano to save his life, but he could play Bohemian Rhapsody with his eyes closed. That’s how much of an influence the song was in the boy’s life.

So it was not surprising when he would catch himself singing it in his mind, under his breath, or even out loud for the world to hear. The world could use some great music. And it was not surprising when this habit stuck with him for his whole life. Singing softly while doing homework. Sighing the lyrics out when feeling down. Screaming the melody when excited. Just keeping the song in his life unconsciously. He was never bothered by it, even when he could not think about anything else but the song.

Lance could say with no doubts Bohemian Rhapsody was a constant in his life, one he appreciated very much. Even more fighting an intergalactic war, helped to keep him grounded.

Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide

No escape from reality

Open your eyes

Look up to the skies and see

When the beautiful princess said they would have to fight a war, Lance immediately heard the very first part of the song—his song—playing in repeat in his mind. Was that the real life? Was that just fantasy? He hoped so, but when he had to leave the Castle of Lions—Castle of Lions, can you blame him for thinking it was all a very believable fantasy?—to get Hunk’s lion, his hopes of it all being just a very detailed dream were gone. He was then a warrior, fighting to protect the universe, and—more importantly—Earth. His Earth. His home. Where his family was, probably waiting for him to finish his education in the Garrison and come back to them.

Come back to a warm meal and comfy bed. To long hugs and brilliant smiles. To his mama fondly playing with his hair and his nephews enthusiastically telling him about the new game they made up last week.

God, he was terrified. He could not lose any of them, he promised himself he would not lose any of them, he swore to the universe in between the resonating lyrics of Bohemian Rhapsody in his mind that he would give everything he was with no hesitation if that meant they would be safe. Happy.

Lance swore to his family he would do anything he could so they could see the next day.

Anything.

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Because I'm easy come, easy go

A little high, little low

Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man

Put a gun against his head

Pulled my trigger, now he's dead

Mama, life had just begun

But now I've gone and thrown it all away

The galra were the enemy and Lance should not hesitate to fight them. To shoot them. It was their lives or his, and he chose his. Not because of him, but his life would cost the team their lives too and he promised his family he would protect them. That included his space family.

That didn’t change the fact he preferred to fight against the sentinels. They were robots, not really sentient. He could take them down without remorse. Sadly, he couldn’t say the same about the guards. Every shot was a torture, he didn’t want to do more damage than just incapacitating them. Shoot the legs and they can’t walk, shoot the arms and they can’t fight. Shoot the head and they can’t do both.

Lance hated it.

Maybe because he was human, and human story is filled with war. And wars are filled with innocents. Every time he shoot, he wondered if the guard had a family to go back to. He wondered if the galra had any idea of what exactly their empire was doing. He wondered if the galra was fighting willingly, or was somehow forced to join the cruel war.

He could clearly see his teammates didn’t share his thoughts. He didn’t blame them. It’s so much easier to pick Black or White than to understand all the hues of Gray in between.

Focusing on the battlefield once more, the sound of his weapon piercing his mind loud enough to muffle the song playing for a few seconds.

He just prayed his mama would forgive the blood in his hands.

Mama, oooh

Didn't mean to make you cry

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow

Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come

Sends shivers down my spine

Body's aching all the time

Goodbye everybody I've got to go

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

Everything happened like a blur. In a moment they thought everything was alright, the next they were fighting Lotor and his generals and a few moments later they were fighting the galra on Earth. First thing Lance thought, the ever present song playing in the back ground of his conscience, was that he failed. He failed to protect Earth. He failed to protect his home. He broke part of his promise.

The Universe was truly mocking him, wasn’t it?

Cruel, cruel entity, the Universe either had an incredible pleasure in messing with the living, or it had an extremely strong sense of fairness and the living were the ones to blame. Both theories seemed plausible, together they tasted like truth.

Lance fiercely promised to keep the other half of his first promise even if it ripped him apart the moment he hugged his nephews. Staring at each member of his family, he screamed to the Universe—inside his mind, he didn’t want them to think he had lost his mind yet—that he would fight, that he would not let them be taken from the world of living.

He was able to keep the promise. Because somethings were just impossible and for him to take down that galra ship alone was impossible. He would die there, he could feel his eyes closing and the voice of Freddy Mercury ringing in his ears. That same taste of fatigue came, and for a moment he truly related to the words Queen was telling him.

He wondered what mama would’ve said if she knew what her precious youngest was thinking.

Mama, oooh (anyway the wind blows)

I don't want to die

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man

Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango

Thunderbolt and lightning very very frightening me

He laughed. Sitting on the almost comfortable bed of his room, he watched his nephews sing the song of his life animatedly. His family joined soon after and he was sure everyone could hear their voices. Good. Let the Universe hear the voices of those Lance was giving his life to protect.

His team came to check some time later, and even he couldn’t resist. Lance could proudly say his voice was the loudest.

Gallileo, Gallileo,

Gallileo, Gallileo,

Gallileo Figaro – magnifico

But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me

He's just a poor boy from a poor family

Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Lance hated to receive information about the war. He knew it was necessary, but the simple fact that there was a war was enough for him to want to stay in bed and never get up. He also hated to see the others who were fighting the war with him. They did not deserve it. No one did.

Lance just wanted the war to stop.

He just wanted to go back to the Garrison days, where being slightly above the average was just as good as being a genius. Where he could take his time and polish himself carefully. Where his efforts were recognized, even if the Garrison followed the very strict rule of “Prize and Punishment”. Where he was just Lance, the boy from Cuba. Where he was enough.

He wanted it all to stop.

Easy come easy go will you let me go

Bismillah! No we will not let you go - let him go

Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go

Bismillah! We will not let you go let me go

Will not let you go let me go (never)

Never let you go let me go

Never let me go ooo

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go

But he guessed he had no choice. War doesn’t wait, war doesn’t care. If you can fight you fight, if you can’t you learn how to. There was no other escape from a war other than victory. No matter how much one may pray and hope. There needed to be a winner.

Lance knew Voltron needed to win if he wanted to keep his promise.

He also knew he didn’t need to win to keep his promise.

With a bitter smile, Lance mumbled the lyrics of Bohemian Rhapsody, Shiro looking at him with concerned understanding.

Oh, Universe… What a devil.

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me

For me

For me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye

So you think you can love me and leave me to die

Lance would not fail. He would not. It was then or never, they either won or they won. No other options were allowed. Alongside his family, both the blood one and the bound one, Lance fought it the determination of a thousand warriors. If he wasn’t too occupied focusing on his enemy—and trying to not get distracted by his personal soundtrack—, he would’ve noticed his teammates watching him.

To them, Lance was shining like a Sun. His back looked larger and his eyes were sharp. He had truly turned into a barrier. A barrier willing itself to stand tall despite the cracks. They let the vision of their Red Paladin burn his eyes and minds, filling them with the strength to keep standing, to keep fighting.

They would win the war.

Oh baby, can't do this to me baby

Just gotta get out just gotta get right outta here

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

Nothing really matters

Anyone can see

Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me

Lance could hear the cries and the yells. They had won. The war was over. He kept his promise. His lips curled into a soft smile, catching the eyes of Keith, their Black Paladin. Keith wobbled towards him, a tired smile in his face. He hugged Lance as soon as the boy was near enough.

The others joined the hug soon enough, nobody knew which tears were from who, they didn’t care. They cared even less when Lance collapsed in their arms. So much blood painting the white armor a deep red. Keith desperately screamed for a doctor while he gently laid Lance on the ground, putting the Cuban’s head on his lap.

Lance could hear his team’s pleads, his family’s worries, but not his song. His head sounded so empty without it. With a sigh, feeling the air of their victory wash over his sensitive skin, he finished the lyrics.

“Anyway the wind blows…”

[dan-vaverick]

Through the Sound Proof Glass (A Loud House Fanfiction) Chapter One

A Voice Reborn

"Catch you dudes later!" Luna exclaimed, waving back to her friends.

She grabbed her guitar from her locker and made her way to the music department of the school. Nothing like jamming on some sweet tunes after a long boring day of school. She was about halfway passed the choir room and halted to muffled keys hitting the piano followed by vocals just behind the doors. She peeked through the door's slim glass window to see who was inside.

Sitting at the grand piano and tapping at the keys was Jamie. A few inches shorter than her, he wore a grey hoodie with a white t-shirt underneath, navy jeans and black sneakers. His hair was slightly tall and curly in a light brown shade. Over his eyes were a pair of dark orange glasses with light blue lenses. Luna knew him from their music class last semester. Most of the students who took music knew that he was exceptional at playing the piano. In fact, most of the music he played for everyone were covers of rock songs despite the teacher's more sophisticated taste in music. Luna admired that. She was good playing the keyboard, but she had to admit, she wasn't as good as him. She kept spying through the glass. He tapped the keys while his upper body shifted back and forth as if a demon of rock possessed him. He was playing with a deep passion.

Her eyes squinted. Hold on. Were his lips moving? Luna raised her brows with intrigue. Could he sing too? She reached for the knob and turned it carefully. She bit her lip, closed her eyes tight, and prayed that the door wouldn't make a sound. Once it was turned all the way, she pushed the door inward. Even a tiny crack of the door let out a blast of music in Luna's face. She slipped herself in, undetected by the high volume in the room. She hid behind the choir stands and watched Jamie. Inside, she recognized what he was playing. An old classic and one of her personal favorites; Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. He had his laptop on top of the piano, hooked to the main speakers of the room to play along.

Jamie softly hit the keys to the next part of the piano solo. His lips moved as the late Freddie Mercury's voice echoed from the speakers.

Luna sighed. I guess he's just lip-synching. She thought.

Next to his laptop was a microphone sitting in front of him. He was most likely pretending to sing into it. But looking at Jamie, Luna noticed the voice matched him perfectly, as if he was singing exactly like Freddie. But what were the chances of that happening?

Too late, my time has come...

Sends shivers down my spine…

Body's aching all the time…

Goodbye everybody, I've got to go…

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth…

The legendary voice swooned many people, including Luna herself. She too felt herself lost in the song. Her hips swayed back and forth to Roger Taylor's steady beats on the drums and cymbals. Then came her favorite part. She took her hands and air guitared to Brain May's solo. He was one of her role models when it came to playing the guitar along with Slash and Eddie Van Halen. In her spare time, she would practice the solo in the garage. She struck the imaginary strings with a passion, imagining herself performing the solo on stage in front of a roaring crowd.

Then came the upcoming climax of the composition with the start of the piano, Jamie repeated hitting two keys just before he started to lip-synch again.

I see a little silhouetto of a man.

Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the fandango?

Thunderbolts and lightning, very very frightening me!

The suspenseful operatic section drew Luna in. She wanted to join the fun. She approached Jamie from behind stealthily. In her luck, her footsteps were drowned out by the track. She ceased her steps just one foot away from him. He continued to hit the keys with the beat as Luna kept air guitaring. She joined in, lip-synching for the background vocals.

Easy come, easy go. Will you let me go?

Bismillah! No! We will not let you go! (Let him go!)

Bismillah! We will not let you go! (Let him go!)

Bismillah! We will not let you go! (Let me go!)

It was coming. The coup de gras of the composition. The flames of rock lit within the two, playing with a burning passion. Luna raised her arms high and rocked her head forward. She joined Jamie in the song's climax as he pounded the keys to follow.

Oh mama mia, mama mia!

Mama mia, let me go!

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me!

For me!

FOR ME!

To the last verse, Luna let her voice out, singing in a great falsetto with the background vocals.

A sudden chill ran up Jamie's spine as he heard a voice behind him. The burning passion became a frozen pick and struck him still. His piano playing and lip-synching came to an abrupt halt. The song went to it's jamming of the guitars and drums just as he turned around to find Luna behind him, whipping her hair. He let out a girlish yelp and jumped. Along with the bench, he fell on his back.

Luna heard a loud thud and stopped whipping her head. She gasped as she looked down to Jamie, staring up at her with startled eyes and panting heavily. "You okay, dude?!" she shouted over the music.

"W-what are you doing in here?!" he exclaimed.

"Just rockin' your jam session, bro!" She chuckled. She offered a hand.

Jamie went to reach for it, but his ears caught the song already to the point where the next verse should've been sung. Mercury's voice wasn't there. Looking at Luna, she noticed it also.

"Crap!" He bolted up from the floor and reached for his laptop, tripping on the bench and landed his chest on the piano keys. Music notes rang out of proportion. A finger pressed the touchpad and paused the video, silencing the room. He closed his laptop and sighed with exhaustion.

Luna tilted her head with puzzled eyes. "Hold on. Was that an instrumental?" she asked, pointing to his laptop.

Jamie's eyes widened as he stood up in front of his laptop. A wide and awkward smile grew on his face while a drop of sweat rolled down his cheek. "Uh, no! W-what makes you think that...?" He squeezed his hands tight behind his back, almost twisting his fingers off. Luna peeked over to his computer, but he leaned in to block it from her view.

She crossed her arms. "I've been rocking to that song since I was seven. I know an instrumental when I hear one."

More sweat rolled down Jamie's face. "Don't know what you're talking about…"

Luna raised a brow and smirked. "C'mon, Jamie. You can't lie to me."

"I'm not lying!"

"Dude, you got a smile so big, it's about to tear your face in half."

At that point, the bottom half of his face was straining to keep the smile up. His heart was about to burst from his chest. He was losing the fight, but he was determined to win the war.

"T-this is my normal smile." he replied. "Nothing happening here, so there's no need for you stay here any longer."

A more devious smirk grew on Luna's face. So that's how he wants to play it, huh? She thought. She reached for the knocked down bench and put it back up on its legs. She took a seat and crossed her arms, staring up at Jamie smugly.

"Sorry, brah. I ain't going nowhere. I'll stay as long as I want until you talk."

His smile finally broke and slumped over. His cheeks puffed. He let out a heavy sigh and opened his laptop. Luna looked over her shoulder to a YouTube video titled Bohemian Rhapsody (Instrumental). Jamie looked away, crossing his arms with a huff. He glanced back at Luna, who gestured him to sit next to her. He hesitated, but sat down anyways. His eyes faced the floor, fidgeting his thumbs. A silence filled the void between the two. He didn't know what to say next. Maybe she didn't either.

Luna took a deep breath, breaking the silence. "I just got one thing to ask."

The lack of emotion in her voice made him tremble, almost afraid to hear her question. He gulped nervously, unable to look at her. "And what's that…?" He suddenly felt his upper arms grabbed and pulled towards her. He was now faced with a pair of widened eyes and a big smile surrounded by freckles.

"Why didn't you say you could sing?!" she squealed excitedly, shaking him back and forth.

Once she stopped, Jamie composed himself, brushing off his arms. He took another look at her: did her eyes just get brighter? She held her hands up to her chest. She was jumping up and down in her seat. Jeez, it was like looking at a giddy schoolgirl. He cleared his throat. "I uh… I never bothered to..." he replied.

Her jaw dropped. "What?! Dude! Why would you hide such an amazing talent like this?! Do you realize how great it would be if you were to sing that well in front of people?!"

Jamie blushed and scratched the back of his head. "I don't think I want to even try…"

A small frown took over Luna's smile. "What's the matter with you? Did you suddenly get stage fright? You seem pretty confident playing the piano in front of the class last semester."

"I don't get stage fright." Jamie replied. "Look, playing the piano in front of people is no problem. I love entertaining people! But singing, it kinda goes deeper than that. Puberty kinda hit my voice pretty hard."

Luna winced slightly taking in a sharp inhale. "Did you voice crack a lot…?"

He nodded. "Before then, I could sing very well without any problems. But when my voice started cracking, a lot of people laughed at how I sounded. So I didn't want to imagine what they would think if I tried singing. It doesn't crack anymore, and I can sing much better than I did. Don't get me wrong, I love to sing, but I'd rather do it when no one's around."

Luna slowly wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Sorry, brah… I didn't know it was like that."

"Thanks. It kinda helped talking about it."

She smiled and stood up from her seat. "I'm always around if you need someone to talk to or play music with." She winked. "Oh, and sorry for scaring you earlier. I... never pass up a chance to listen to some Queen when it's convenient."

Jamie chuckled. "Who doesn't?"

"You know, you almost had me fooled." she said, grinning. "I thought you were just playing and lip-synching to the song."

"Sorry about that." He laughed.

"No no! Don't be sorry! I think it's great that you can sing so well! It's just... for a minute there, I could've sworn your singing sounded exactly like-"

The thought hit her hard like a wrecking ball to the face. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped once again, letting out a quiet long lasting gasp. She didn't have a reaction like that since she saw Mick Swagger at the Family Fun Fair last summer under his disguise.

Aaand now she knows the other thing… Jamie thought. He bit his lip with a shy smile, snickering at Luna's expression.

"You can sing like Freddie Mercury?!" Her voice echoing in the room. Luckily no one else heard it.

Jamie shrugged his head at her sudden use of her loud voice, rubbing his right upper arm. "M-maybe…?"

She was left dumbstruck to his response. "Maybe?! Maybe?!"

"W-what more do you want me to say…?!"

Luna remained speechless. Such a discovery would've left anyone in awe. But was it true? An occurrence like that was very rare. She needed to know. She was determined to find out. She wiped her stunned expression off from her face and cleared her throat.

"Sing."

A veil of confusion covered his face. "W-what?"

"I want you to sing. We need to find out right now." She was never more serious in her life. And her eyes were damn scary when she was serious. "Play and sing the last five verses of Bohemian Rhapsody."

Jamie's heart skipped a beat upon her request. He fidgeted with his fingers and looked away.

"I-I don't know if I can…" he whispered.

Luna sighed. "Come on, dude. This is big! If everyone knew you can sing like that, they would be blown away! No one would dare to laugh at you!" She saw doubt eating at his face. Perhaps a more gentle approach would get through to him. She took a knee before him. "Jamie, imagine this as the first step of getting over your fear of singing in front of others. Let me be the first step." Her voice was soft and nurturing. She cupped his hands into hers. "Will you sing for me? Please?"

Jamie eyes met with hers. Deep down, he could see his reflection in her dark brown irises. He saw himself trapped in a bubble of self-discontent. He wanted to sing, but his experience from puberty kept him from that. But then again, he saw himself in Luna's eyes. A girl who was all about expressing herself through music. He had seen her perform. Such confidence and passion. Nothing stopped her from doing what she loved. He used the piano to show his passion. Perhaps it was time to let his voice express it even further.

He took a deep breath, and returned the smile. "Okay. I'll sing."

"Attaboy, luv!" Luna replied, using her British accent.

Jamie turned around to face the piano keys. He reached to open his laptop, but Luna's hand covered it.

"Without the instrumental." she implied. This made Jamie swallow spit nervously. "Let the pianist within you finish the song. I take it you practiced it enough to remember?" He nodded. "If it'll help. I'll play the song with you too. Wait here."

She jogged off to the back of the choir stands and grabbed her guitar. She quickly set it up, plugging it into the closest amp she could find. She turned it on, strumming a few practice chords and a short solo. Jamie tapped on the microphone in front of him, hearing the echoed taps from the other speakers. Everything was in working order.

"Alright. I'm gonna pick it up right after the rock interlude and go into the ritardando and then the outro. Got it?"

Jamie nodded and took a deep breath. His fingers ready. It was the moment of truth.

"One, two! One, two, three, four!"

Luna took her pick and struck three ascending guitar runs. Jamie followed up with his right thumb and ring finger jumping around the keys, playing b-flats to the build up of the outro. Luna lent her voice to the next vocal section before Jamie would get to his.

Ooooooh!

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah!

Luna continued with a soft guitar melody while Jamie played gentle keys to his finale. A tightness grew in his chest, but he intended to push it out. His unique voice filled the room.

Nothing really matters

Anyone can see

Nothing really matters

Nothing really matters… to me

Jamie ended the vocals with a soft and fading vibrato. He concluded the song with softer taps on the keys with Luna strumming one last melody just before he sang out the last verse.

Any way the wind blows…

He struck one final chord, imagining a gong ringing in the background.

The room grew silent. There was a slight discomfort in Jamie's chest, but it was lighter than how it felt a minute ago. He stared down at the keys, exhaling softly. He did it. He sang in front of a person after a long while of vocal solitude. He licked his bottom lip, wondering what Luna's response would be now that she heard him.

"So Luna… how did I do?" He turned to her and let out a soft gasp.

Luna's eyes were flooding with tears. They ran down her cheeks mixed with her mascara. Her hands covered her mouth, but were too small to cover a smile so big, it looked like it hurt trying to keep it on. All that could be heard from her were soft whimpers and sniffles.

"Luna…?"

Out of nowhere, she let out a high-pitched squeal that echoed throughout the room. Jamie jumped in the bench with the crap scared out of him. Forget the schoolgirl remark. At that point, Luna was jumping and acting like a crazed fangirl. But based on her reaction, she loved every second of his performance. Jamie's cheeks turned red and he averted his eyes. Once the room was silent again, he looked back at her. She wiped her eyes clean, but her cheeks were left with faint smear marks of her mascara.

"Dude! Do you know what this means?!" She just locked eyes with him, her hands hanging out and trembling. "You can become the next Freddie Mercury!" She let out another loud but softer squeal. "We gotta tell everybody!"

Jamie bit his lip hard and shook his head fast.

"Oh no!" Jamie replied, gesturing the same answer with his hands. "Just because I sang to you, doesn't mean I'm ready to sing in front of everyone! I need time to adjust!"

Luna let out a disappointed groan. "Sorry, man! I'm just super-hyped about this! Think about it! With your voice, you'll be famous! Hell, you could be Queen's new frontman! You already play the piano, so it's like you're Freddie's reincarnation! Adam Lambert's got nothin' on you!"

Jamie smirked with a chuckle to follow up. "I know you're excited. I am too. But this is just a lot to take in right now. And I need to take it slow if I want to get over this anxiety. So now that I sang to you with no problems, what would be the next step?"

"The next step is to sing in front of a few more people." Luna replied. "We'll just keep adding more and more at a time until we get you to sing in front of maybe... a rock concert's worth of people. Is that a reasonable goal?"

Jamie looked down, pondering Luna's suggestion. She was no psychologist, but she certainly took the role as one for him, figuring out a treatment for his illness. He spent a minute before making a decision.

"Before I reply, let me ask you a question."

"Shoot." she said.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you putting so much effort into helping me?"

Luna grew a gentle smile. She put down her guitar and took a seat next to him.

"Because I know talent when I see it. You're so talented on the piano, and you're even more talented with that voice! But it bothers me to see you let that talent go to waste if you don't share it. Music means everything to me, and I can see that it means a lot to you too. I want to help you reach to your full potential as I let others did for me. And since we barely know each other, I'd like us to be friends."

Jamie returned the oral gesture. "I'd like that too. In that case, I should properly introduce myself." He offered a hand. "Jamie Maverick."

Luna chuckled and shook his hand. "Luna Loud, a pleasure ta meet ya, mate." she replied in a British accent. They exchanged quiet chuckles. "So... does that mean you're up to the challenge?"

He nodded. "I'm in."

"Great! Because I've got the perfect audience for the next step. Will twelve people be okay?."

"Sounds like a lot, but I'm up for it."

Luna smiled back and gave him a firm pat on his shoulder. "Perfect! If you're available, come to my place after school tomorrow and I'll have your audience put together." She tore a piece of paper and scribbled on it, handing it to Jamie. "Here's my address and my number." She put her guitar back in her case and made her way to the door. "I'm looking forward to our next jamming session, Jamie! Stay cool!"

With one door shut, she was gone. Jamie followed her example and slipped his laptop into his backpack. Throwing it over his shoulder, he looked down at the piece of paper one last time before slipping it into his pocket:

1216 Franklin Ave. Royal Woods, MI

(XXX) XXX-XXXX

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