A jet black haired,glasses wearing man was watching from the bushes. He's hair was starting to go gray. You could tell he was old. This man was Ben Elton,famous English comedian,author,playwright and director. And most importantly,the guy behind the "We will rock you" musical. Ben Elton dashed out behind the bushes as soon as Colonel Kashoggi left and ran after the car. He leapt towards Trevor and Sean and grabbed hold of the rope. Ben got out a knife he was conveniently carrying in he's pocket and used it to break the rope. Together,they rolled off the road and onto the pavement. They stood up,brushing themselves.
"Wow. That was awesome." exclaimed Sean. "Like a scene from a James Bond movie."
"Who are you?" asked Trevor.
"Who am I?"asked Ben,surprised. "I'm Ben Elton. You know,the guy who wrote the We will rock you musical? And who are you?"
"I'm Trevor." said Trevor.
"And I'm Sean." Sean butted in.
"And together we're Srevor!" they said together.
"Okay,we're not saying that again." Trevor said,embarrased.
"Definately not. That only seems to work for Jedward."agreed Sean.
"You mind if I right that down?" asked Ben. "It could come in useful for a new musical idea I have. I call it We will rock you-the prequel. You see,I've been spying on you and your friend's journey all along and managed to put together some new material from what's happened for a musical set way before the first We will rock you."
"Er,you do know colonel Kashoggi and the Killer Queen can hear all this?" pointed out Trevor. "They can monitor the whole city of GaGa. They'll know you're spying."
As soon as Trevor said this,a virtual cage fell on top of Ben Elton,trapping him inside. Trevor was right.
"The fool." crackled Killer Queen. "He says he was spying yet he is so stupid as to reveal it all? Did he not realize that these many TVs cover the entire city of GaGa?"
"But that doesn't matter anymore,my madam."said Kashoggi sinisterly. "Now,you have him in your grasp,don't you? But what about when he escapes?"
"Noone can escape my cage." she declared. "There's no key to open it. He's locked in."
Trevor tried kicking the cage hard. The cage door didn't open. Sean tried pulling it. Still didn't work.
"Try sliding through in between the bars." said Trevor.
Ben tried this. He got so far then got stuck. Trevor and Sean tried pulling him out together,but it was hopeless.
"It looks like you're trapped there." said Trevor,giving in. "We tried our best."
"This reminds me of a Queen song." Ben said randomly.
Ben started to sing:
I've got to break free
I want to break free yeah
I want, I want, I want, I want to break free
All of a sudden the door to the cage opened. Ben's random singing had triggered a mechanism which allowed the door to open. Queen saved the day.
"Damn it!" she screamed. "Kashoggi,I thought you made the cage escape proof?"
"I did. But I didn't expect anyone to discover the secret." said Kashoggi.
"Well,you obviously didn't do a good job of it." Killer Queen snapped. "Why,I'd do far better without you."
"I don't suppose you know the way to the heartbreak hotel,Ben?" asked Sean. "Not even google maps seems to know."
"As a matter of fact,I do." he answered. "Before I wrote the first We will rock you movie, I visited GaGa. I followed Galileo and Scaramouche,whilst keeping myself unknown to others. They joined this group known as the Bohemians,ended up at a place called the heartbreak hotel. That's where I got the idea of the musical from. Now,if my memory serves me right,I can lead you there."
"We'll have to walk." decided Trevor.
"No we won't." said Ben,smiling. "Pop's motorbike is over there."
"Are you mad?We can't steal it,Ben!" said Trevor,shaking he's head in dissaproval.
"It's only the internet." Ben said in defense. "It's not like we're going to meet him in real life,anyway. Now hurry up."
They all hurried over and onto the motorbike,all singing,Trevor and Sean just doing it for the fun of it after hesitating at first:
And you're rushing headlong you've got a new goal
And you're rushing headlong out of control
And you think you're so strong
But there ain't no stopping
And there's nothin' you can do about it
Nothin' you can do no there's nothin' you can do about it
No there's nothin you can nothin' you can nothin' you can
do about it
And you're rushing headlong you've got a new goal
And you're rushing headlong out of control
And you think you're so strong
But there ain't no stopping no there's nothin' you can do
about it
Yeah
Hey he used to be a man with a stick in his hand
Hoop diddy diddy - hoop diddy do
She used to be a woman with a hot dog stand
Hoop diddy diddy - hoop diddy do
Now you've got soup in the laundry bag
Now you've got strings you're gonna lose your rag
You're gettin' in a fight
Then it ain't so groovy when you're screaming in the night
Let me out of this cheap B movie
Headlong down the highway and you're rushing
Headlong out of control
And you think you're so strong
But there ain't no stopping and you can't stop rockin'
And there's nothin you can nothin' you can nothin' you can
do about it
When a red hot man meets a white hot lady
Hoop diddy diddy - hoop diddy do
Soon the fire starts raging gets you more than half crazy
Hoop diddy diddy - hoop diddy do
Now they start freaking everywhere you turn
You can't start walking cause your feet got burned
It ain't no time to figure wrong from right
Cause reason's out of the window better hold on tight
You're rushing headlong
Headlong out of control - yeah
And you think you're so strong
But there ain't no stopping
And there's nothin you nothin' you nothin' you can do about
it at all
Yeah yeah
Alright - go
And you're rushing headlong down the highway
And you're rushing headlong out of control
And you think you're so strong
But there ain't no stopping
There's nothin nothin' nothin' you can do about it
Ah ha
Headlong
Yeah yeah yeah
Headlong
Headlong
Headlong
Kashoggi picked up a item laid on the surface of a wooden table. In front of it was placed a folded bit o f paper with "The flash" written on one side. Kashoggi put the flash,which looked like a black,futuristic gun,in a inside pocket of a black coat he was wearing. The flash was gone.
