“I’m not joining Queen.”
No one was asking you to.
“Couldn’t, uh, hit the high notes.”
You’re a baritone.
“And I’m betting they got some sort of rule about wearing sandals onstage.”
Freddie used to wear ballet slippers.
“Yeah, uh, I’m not going to do that.”
No.
“What’s their stance on rehearsal, y’think?”
Pro.
“When you say that, do you mean–”
Not running through the changes in the dressing room.
“–running through…ah. Yeah, I’m gonna pass.”
Think Billy’ll do it?
“Oh, I’m sure someone’s photoshopping his head onto Freddie as we speak.”
Yeah, probably. Can Billy sing?
“Not at all. But he likes cocaine and tantrums.”
Two out of three ain’t bad.
Bob might be better than Paul Rodgers though.
What’s more Grateful Dead than wearing a t-shirt with your own band’s logo on it? Playing a guitar that you autographed yourself, I guess.
Bobby’s got Raveen’s, or is it Ricky’s, bio on the Chesterfield there?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M08Q90dlOOA