Manipulation

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***Warning this chapter contains topics of a dark nature***

"Lily?" Freddie spots Lilliana sitting on the wall looking out over the farmland as he made his way from the house to the barn for breakfast, "What are you doing up there sweet flower?" He leans against the wall.

"Drawing," She holds up her sketchbook, a drawing of Tiger playing in the long grass, halfway done.

"Very good. Now, are you coming to get some breakfast?" He stands back holding out his hands to help her down. They've been at the studio just over a week and the boys have been hard at work.

Approaching the barn, they hear John, Brian and Roger arguing, "I'm in love with my car," There's a pause as they reach the barn doors, "Maybe it's not stronger enough."

"What does that even mean, not strong enough?" Roger bites back annoyed.

"Sorry, I'm late. I found this one sitting on the wall outside," He helps her onto the barstool beside her dad, "What did I miss?"

John leans across the counter, grabbing the bacon sandwich Roger made for Lilliana, then answers Freddie's question, "We're discussing Roger's car song."

"Is it strong enough? That's all I'm asking. If I'm on my own here then I apologise," Brian holds his hands up.

This just adds fuel to the flame in Roger, "How does your new song go then?" He grabs the page off the counter, "You call me sweet like I'm some kind of cheese."

"It's good," Brian tries to defend it.

"Wow."

Brian goes back to Roger's lyrics, "When my hands on your grease gun. That's very subtle."

"It's a metaphor, Brian."

"It's just a bit weird Rog," John chips in backing Brian's side of the argument, "What exactly are you doing with that car?"

Eating her breakfast quietly, Lilliana is confused by the entire conversation. "Children please," Freddie finally speaks up, "We could all murder each other and then who would be left to record this album?"

"Statistically speaking most bands don't fail, they break up."

"No," Lilliana gasps, "You can't do that."

"Yes, listen to your daughter, why the hell would you say something like that?" John shrugs and Freddie continues, "Roger, there's the only room in this band for one hysterical Queen," He leaves the barn with his cigs.

"You know why your angry Roger."

"Why?"

"Because you know your song isn't strong enough," Brian adds salt to the wound.

"Ah oh," Lilliana's eyes widen and grabs her sandwich legging out of the barn with Tiger, not before hearing Roger throw a few things.

"Not the coffee machine!" She hears before entering the house.

She hears the piano and follows it, Freddie is sitting at it singing with the melody he is playing, one she's heard him briefly play before.

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Lilliana has been sitting watching cartoons for about two hours and is now bored, she turns the TV off and heads over to the barn, "Ah Lily," John calls her over to the soundboard, "Could you go and find Roger and tell him he's needed in the barn?"

"Um... okay," She runs back to the house and straight to his room expecting him to be there, but no luck.

"Uncle Roger!" She calls outs through the house and heads back downstairs, "Uncle Rog, where are you?!"

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