A/N: I'm finally doing a musical fic! i've been trying to do one for years, but could never get the right muse. I do not own any of these Queen songs! if this fic turns out good then I might do another one after this one is complete. Enjoy.

ACT I

Chapter One: I Want To Break Free

(1988)

18 year old Mark Cohen lived and breathed for film, every chance he got he would film. Film was his life, his dream, but sadly his father had other plans for him. Plans that Mark saw as a prison sentence.

"Mark, you are going to run the family store and that's final." His father said.

Mark's father was a short man around 5'6, he had short black hair with a big bright bald spot that could light up a room on a sunny day. He didn't look intimidating, but he sure as hell spoke in that way.

"Dad, I want to be the next John Hughes, the next Steven Spielberg, I want to put what's in my mind on the silver screen!" Mark announced.

"Working at that Cinema has screwed your mind up."

"I got accepted to NYU."

"Mark, we've talked about this."

"I don't want to go to some shitty community college and don't try to say we don't have the money..... I have a Scholarship." Mark said pulling the paper out of his pocket.

"Go to your room."

"Dad!" Mark begged.

"Just go."

Mark looked down at the hardwood floor and headed towards the steps.

19 year old Roger Davis and his Girlfriend April sat on his 1985 Yamaha XZ 550 listening to Elton John's Rocket Man on a mini radio. It was nine PM and the sky was filled with stars. Roger looked up at them and smiled.

"One day I'm going to be a star."

"Go for it, Roger." April said. "I want to be a rich rocker wife someday."

"Does everything have to be about money with you?"

"Does everything about to be about fame with you?"

Roger hopped off his bike

"It's not about fame, it's about expressing yourself." He said. He picked up his bag and pulled out all of his cassettes. "Do you think The Beatles wanted fame? Why do you think Led Zeppelin go to where they got to? Do you think David Bowie dresses the way he does to get attention? Do you think The Rolling Stones decided to rock out so they could get every girl to sleep with them?"

April looked at her boyfriend for a moment. "Yes…"

"I've got a shit load to say and I want the world to hear it." Roger said pointing to his chest.

"Let's go to New York." April said.

"Why?"

"Roger, you are I want something that this town cant give us." April said.

"What's that?"

"Money and Art."

"April, get back on the bike, now."

"Ok…"

"Go home and pack your stuff…we're getting the hell out of here."

In Boston, Tom Collins sat on a park bench with his long time crush Angel. It was a beautiful summer day and the two had nothing to do. There was only one thing on Tom's mind and that was kissing Angel, but he wasn't sure if Angel liked him or not. His thoughts were distracted by Angel's sweet voice.

"Tom, how long have we've been friends?"

"Since Junior High."

"I've loved you since then." Angel confessed.

Collins' had gotten his answer.

"I love you too, Angel."

They shared a kiss.

"I got accepted into a fashion school in New York, I'm going to be living with my cousin Mimi."

"New York? Angel, you tell me you love me and then up and leave?"

"I want you to come with me."

"Oh wow…I'll come with you."

The two lovers share a hug.

In the Johnson home, Maureen Johnson sat on her balcony listening to her parents argue in the backyard. Her parents would always argue in the backyard, they didn't want Maureen to hear them or see them argue. For years it worked, but when Maureen was 13, she caught on to their routine. She would quietly sit on the ground of the balcony and listen to her parents argue about her dad's drinking problem, bitch each other about over how to raise her. Things really got bad when she came out to her parents as bisexual. Now they were arguing about Maureen wanting to become an actress. Acting was her passion. She was already a pretty dramatic person. She was writing scripts at the age of eight.

"Harry, you bastard! Now you are calling our daughter a whore?"

"Well, she gets it from her mother!"

"I did not sleep with James!"

"I saw your underwear in the back of his truck!" Maureen's dad yelled.

"I want to break free…" Maureen said, sadly.

Then it hit her. She had made her decision right there on her balcony.

Mark

I want to break free,

Roger

I want to break free

Maureen

I want to break free from your lies
You're so self satisfied I don't need you
I've got to break free
God knows, God knows I want to break free

Collins burst into his parents house with Angel right behind him.

"Thomas, I told you not to hang out with this boy!" His mother said.

"Thomas, get back here." his dad said as Collins ran up the stairs.

Collins came back down the stairs with two suitcases.

Collins

I've fallen in love
I've fallen in love for the first time
And this time I know it's for real
I've fallen in love, yeah
God knows, God knows I've fallen in love

Roger stood in the front door of his dad's apartment with his black bag of clothes and food. He looks at April who is his waiting for him to get on his bike so they can leave.

Roger

It's strange but it's true
I can't get over the way you love me like you do
But I have to be sure, When I walk out that door
Oh how I want to be free baby, Oh how I want to be free
Oh how I want to break free

Roger and April take off. Maureen gets on a bus. Collins and Angel get into Angel's car. Mark goes into the kitchen where his mom is cooking dinner.

"You're leaving?" His mom says.

"Yes, I am. I have to, mom."

"I'm going to miss you."

"I'll miss you too."

Mark and his mom share a hug.

"Take this money for food." She said.

Mark

But life still goes on
I can't get used to living without, living without
Living without you by my side
I don't want to live alone, hey
God knows got to make it on my own

Mark, Collins, Roger, Angel, Maureen

So baby can't you see, I've got to break free
I've got to break free, I want to break free, yeah
I want, I want, I want, I want to break free...

The runaways each arrived in New York expecting a glamorous environment like in those movies where people dance and sing in the streets and everyone has something slick to say. They were dead wrong. Roger and April stopped by some crappy looking apartments. There was an office building next to the apartments, When they walked in the clerk said.

"You kiddies must be new here?"

"Why you say that?" April asked smacking on her bubble gum.

"You look lost."

"We are kinda.." Roger said.

"Vacation?"

"No, we want to live here."

"You gotta job, son?"

"No, but we're going job hunting tomorrow."

"I'll give you a month free. You can pay me back when you get a job."

"Thank you."

"Apartment 418." The clerk said throwing the keys to Roger.

"Thanks."

Another man taller than the clerk entered the room.

"Hey, Fred, we need to call a repair man for Apartment 71." He looked at the young adults. "Oh tourist! Welcome to New York."

"Hi, I'm Roger and this is my girlfriend April."

"You kids look young!"

"I'm 19."

"I'm 18." April said winking at the older man.

The tall man raised his eye brow. He knew she was going to be trouble.

"Well I'm Jim and this is my life partner Fred, we run this classy shithole."

"Nice to meet you." Roger said with a smile.

"Roger, could I talk to you for a moment?"

April dragged him outside in the rain.

"What?"

"Those guys are gay…"

"So?"

Roger never had a problem with gay people. He didn't know any personally, but that didn't mean he had to hate them.

"That's gross."

"April, these nice men are giving us a place to stay for a whole month for FREE."

"So they can get in your pants! And what's with all that shit about us looking for jobs? I'm don't need a job, Roger,"

"If you want food on your plate then we need jobs."

"No, you get a job. I need a few months to rest."

"What the fuck, April?"

Jim popped his head out the door.

"Is there a problem, kids?"

"No, no, we're just discussing some last minute things." April said with a fake smile.

"We're ready to move in." Roger said.

"Where is your furniture?" Jim asked.

"We don't have any at the moment."

"Kids, these days." Jim said with a laugh.

Jim reached into his packet and handed them some money.

"Here's two hundred dollars. There's a goodwill store a few blocks away, ok? They have cheap beds, tables, and other shit. Fred and I will help you with the rest."

"Thank you so much." Roger said with a smile.

A/N: This is my first fan fic in a long time. I hope everyone enjoys it. please review!