BoRhap!

Despite accepting Mal and Rog's relationship, Brian was clearly not so thrilled. His sister saw right through him, though he wasn't being very discrete.

One such time, Mal was sneaking out of Roger's room when Brian came up the stairs. "No need to be so sneaky, not anymore," he informed. "Not like it's a secret anymore."

"Habit, I guess."

Right before she entered her room, his words stopped her. "I'm sorry, I just don't see it lasting very long." His words were solemn, but honest.

"What the hell's that supposed to mean?" she cried, spinning around to face him.

"Listen, I love Rog, you know I do. But you know how he can be with women... I just don't want to see anyone get hurt."

"Thanks a lot." She slammed her door.

"He'll come around, Darling," Freddie assured her when she told him.

"I'm not so sure. Brian can be so bloody stubborn."

Freddie patted her arm comfortingly. "Give him time."

"Nothing really matters, anyone can see. Nothing really matters. Nothing really matters, to me..."

The final notes of Bohemian Rhapsody drifted through the office. The band smiled contentedly and proudly.

"Christ," sighed Foster as the last notes faded, only to be snapped back by the sound of the gong at the very end. Roger grinned proudly and Brian gave him a pat on the shoulder.

"Well," began Foster. "I'm not entirely sure this is the record you promised us."

"Oh it's better than the album we promised you," Freddie assured him. "It's better than any album anyone's ever promised you, Darling. It's a bloody masterpiece."

"You went weeks over schedule for this?" Foster cried, trying to keep composed.

"It's a good album, Ray," defended Reid.

"We prefer 'masterpiece'," said Rog.

"'Bloody masterpiece'," added Mal.

"It's expensive, and as for Bo-hemian Rh-rap-"

"Rhapsody," said Brian with ease.

"Or 'BoRhap' for short," said Mal. "If you struggle with the name." Which he obviously did.

"What even is that?"

"It's an epic poem," Freddie informed.

"Well, whatever it is, it goes on forever, six bloody minutes."

"Oh, I pity your wife if you think six minutes is forever," shot back Freddie, earning snorts of laughter from the other band members, and a particularly loud one from Paul. "I'm going to release it as our single."

Foster scoffed. "Not possible. Anything over three minutes and the radio stations won't program it, period. And what on earth is it about anyway? Scaramouche? Galileo? And all that Ismillah business? Ischmilla?" He couldn't even pronounce the word properly, much like the song title.

"Bismillah," Freddie corrected.

"Galelio Galelli," Rog put in.

"Smart ass," chuckled Mal.

"Well what is it about anyway? Bloody Bismillah?"

"True poetry is for the listener," said Freddie determinedly.

"It ruins the mystery if everything's explained," added Brian.

"Well too much mystery ruins sales. Three minutes is the standard." Foster looked to Reid, pleading with him. "John?"

Reid sighed. "We need radio, format is three minutes. I have to agree with Ray." Freddie sat down heavily and promptly lit a cigarette. It was clear some tension was rising. "I actually think the single is "Love of My Life."

"No." Freddie shut that one down quick, despite that being another one of his own songs.

"Well what about John's song? 'You're My Best Friend'? 'Ooo you make me live'. It's catchy, stronger," Reid suggested.

"Don't trying singing again," Freddie requested.

"How about, we go with 'I'm in Love With My Car,'" said Foster.

"Huh," said Rog, impressed, while the rest of the band just rolled their eyes and sighed.

"Jesus," sighed Brian.

"I love that record-" Foster was cut off by Freddie not-so-lightly kicking the coffee table in obvious protest. "Well that's the kind of song teenagers can crank up the volume in their cars and bang their heads to." It was clear Foster was becoming increasingly frustrated with them. "'Bo- bohemian R-rhap-sody'-"

"'Bohemian Rhapsody'," Mal corrected.

"'Bohemian whatever' will never be that song."

"Well I'm sorry you feel that way. Your loss." Freddie drew on his cigarette and exhaled a large cloud of smoke in Foster's direction. "And it seems like you're the only one here having trouble saying it," he stated none too lightly.

"BoRhap, period," said Rog.

"Yeah, it's either BoRhap or nothing."

"Or we walk." The look in Freddie's eyes made himself clear: he was dead serious.

For a tense moment, it looked like Foster may have been persuaded. "We're going with 'You're My Best Friend', done."

"No."

"Do we have any legal recourse in this?" Brian asked Miami.

"Well, Ray Foster may be a big name in the music business, but to the average ear..." Miami shrugged. "Now Queen on the other hand... Ears prick up."

The band got to their feet.

"And for the record, it's called, 'Bohemian Rhapsody'." Freddie put out his cigarette on the papers in front of Foster. "You will forever be the man who lost Queen." With that, the band stormed out.

"What a wanker," Rog said as they followed Freddie out of the building and down to the front courtyard.

"Prick," added Brian.

Mal picked up a fairly large rock from the garden and aimed it at the office window.

"BISMILLA!" she yelled before hurling the stone through the window.

The stone struck the glass, creating a giant hole. They heard him yell, "Christ!" before coming over and peeking through the fresh hole in the window.

"You can take that out of our royalties!" called Freddie. "Oh, heads will be banging to this record, Darling, mark my words!"

"Galileo! Galileo!" mocked Roger.

"Scaramouche, Scaramouche!" joined in Deaky.

"Yeah, you can shove your gold discs!" yelled Brian, receiving a snort of laughter from Deaky. "You made a mistake, Foster!"

"Asshole!" Freddie finished off as the group stalked back to the car.

"Let me guess, you're going to tell me I shouldn't have done that," Mal said to Big Brother.

"That was bloody brilliant, I'm very proud," Brian said instead, putting an arm around her and giving her a squeeze.

"You're on fire!" Roger added.

"So now what? What about our album?" she asked.

"I've got an idea," said Freddie. "It'll be released, don't you worry."

The irony of having Mike Myers hating BoRhap is too good! XD

I'm so sorry for such a delay - my last semester of school was very busy, and I wasn't feeling very inspired for any of my stories :( But, I seem to be getting back on track (and don't worry, I'm no less obsessed with Queen or this movie! ;) In fact, I have another idea for a 'BoRhap' story, similar to this, but I just might write it as well!)

Thank you for reading and sticking with me - hope you enjoyed! :)