They were in another room, dealing with record producer Ray Foster, a stern man with very bushy hair and glasses. Freddie showed them the demo of "Bohemian Rhapsody."
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
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
Mama, ooh-ooh
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
Mama, ooh-ooh (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
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
Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, figaro, magnifico
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
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)
Oh, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, Mamma Mia, Mamma Mia, Mamma Mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me for me for me
So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out just gotta get right outta here
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Anyway, the wind blows
Samantha and Donna remembered that this was the song that made Queen a smash hit and the Muppets did their own version of it once. "Mamma!" shouted Animal as Samantha calmed him down.
However, Ray thought it was nonsense. "This will never be a gold disc," he said.
The High Five, Queen, Donna, Animal, Baby Groot, and a suave man in a suit thought it was very offensive of Ray. "Glad we're on the same page, disco dude," snapped Rocket as Donna shoved his mouth with an apple.
"Nothing ever makes sense," Donna replied.
"Like the apple," Toshiro replied.
Queen marched out of the room. The suave man thought that their song was brilliant, but Ray told him that no one would know the name Queen. Then a rock hit their window. Outside, they saw the band laughing at him. "You can take that out of our royalties!" shouted Freddie.
"You can shove your gold discs!" shouted Brian. "You made a mistake, Foster!"
"I'll be their manager," said the suave man, "figuring that these guys can have more of a deal than you."
"Fine, Miami Beach," said Ray. "Play for those freaks. I don't care."
"Miami?" asked Donna.
"Actually," the suave man, "It's *Jim* Beach, but that Freddie wanted to call me Miami Beach for specific reasons."
Paul needed the money, so he decided to mooch off Freddie's money.
XxoxX
Outside, they caught up with Queen, Miami told them that he'd be their manager, and they agreed. "There's one thing I don't understand," Wade said. "What happened to John Reid?"
"We fired him," Freddie explained. "Paul told us that he was a backstabber."
On the other hand, the gang had a feeling that something wasn't right. They found a door glowing. On the top, it said, "We Will Rock You."