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Somebody To Love
Who knew that dressing as a elf in a pub for a fancy dress party would mean that everyone else would want you to sing? It was the 17th of December 2018 in the United Kingdom, and for some reason, the fancy dress was to celebrate the 14th anniversary of the release of "Ella Enchanted." Some of the stars were there, rocking out to all kinds of music, and other famous celebrities were there, as well. Among them, the stars of the very successful "Bohemian Rhapsody," as well as their respective others.
Rami Malek had been recently married to a thirty-two year old called Lisa, and she was utterly happy with her choice of husband. Also, Lisa's sister, Rachel, couldn't believe her luck. Not only did she have a gorgeous American/Egyptian actor for a brother-in-law, she also happened to have gone to the same acting school as Ben Hardy, who was just a delicious babe, and her loving boyfriend.
Speaking of Ben, it was he who had been talked into by Roger Taylor and Brian May as dressing up as an elf. It made sense, 'cause it was nearly Christmas, but they hadn't known that the others would ask Ben to sing.
He was figuratively shitting himself. He liked singing and drumming, but he didn't really want to sing at the current moment.
His blue eyed gaze swiveled around the bar, hoping to find Rachel, and something else to do before he was urged into singing.
He soon found her having a laugh and a drink with Roger, Freddie, and Rami.
"Tell us another joke, dear," Freddie smiled and Rachel thought for a moment.
"Okay. I went to a fancy dress party, dressed as a harp. My friend said, "What are you supposed to be." "A harp," I replied. "You look too small to be a harp," to which I replied,"
"Are you calling me a lyre?" Ben said from behind, causing Rachel to jump and nearly spill her drink.
"Jeez. Make me shit myself, why don't you?" She said, as the others chuckled.
Rami saw the look of panic on Ben's face. "What's up?" He asked.
"The owners want me to sing, 'cause I'm dressed as an elf," he said, exasperated. "I don't want to sing," he said, just as one of the bartenders, a pretty brunette called Alice, according to her name tag, smiled.
"There's the little elf," she crooned. "Come on, have a singsong."
"No, thanks."
"Look, he doesn't want to sing," Rachel said, her blue eyes narrowed.
"Well, what about you?" And before Rachel had time to say "No," Alice had called out, "HEY! Listen up! This girl's gonna sing!"
"Well, fuck," said Rachel, as a spotlight fell on her, and all she could sing was "Can, anybody? Find me, somebody to..."
The four members of Queen and their counterparts in the film stared, before singing "Love?"
Quite quickly, Rami leapt over to the piano, and began playing.
Rachel, still nervous about the whole thing, lifted her curly-blonde head to the crowd, and sang "Ooh, each morning I get up I die a little, Can barely stand on my feet," she sang, without even daring to look at the original band.
However, she took some comfort when the audience decided to back her up. (Take a look at yourself) Take a look in the mirror and cry (and cry) Rachel smiled at them all, but still didn't look at the band.
Lord, what you're doing to me (yeah yeah)
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord!
Somebody (somebody) ooh somebody (somebody)
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
I work hard (she works hard) every day of my life
I work 'til I ache in my bones
At the end (at the end of the day)
I take home my hard earned pay all on my own
I get down (down) on my knees (knees)
And I start to pray
'Til the tears run down from my eyes
Lord, somebody (somebody), ooh somebody
(Please) can anybody find me somebody to love?
Everyday (everyday) I try and I try and I try
But everybody wants to put me down
They say I'm going crazy
They say I got a lot of water in my brain
Ah, got no common sense
I got nobody left to believe in
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh, Lord
Ooh somebody, ooh somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
(Can anybody find me someone to love)
Got no feel, I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat (you just keep losing and losing)
I'm OK, I'm alright (she's alright, she's alright)
I ain't gonna face no defeat (yeah yeah)
I just gotta get out of this prison cell
One day (someday) I'm gonna be free, Lord!
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love love love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Somebody somebody somebody somebody
Somebody find me
Somebody find me somebody to love
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
(Find me somebody to love)
Ooh
(Find me somebody to love)
Find me somebody, somebody (find me somebody to love) somebody, somebody to love
Find me, find me, find me, find me, find me
Ooh, somebody to love (Find me somebody to love)
Ooh (find me somebody to love)
Find me, find me, find me somebody to love (find me somebody to love)
Anybody, anywhere, anybody find me somebody to love love love!
Somebody find me, find me love."
When she had finished, the pub was so silent that you could have heard tumbleweeds in the wind. Rachel swallowed hard, wondering if she'd just screwed up one of the best Queen songs in history. A second later, a massive cheer broke through the crowd, and several people were whistling and clapping hard. Rachel grinned and took a deep bow as Ben jumped up beside her, and whispered, "You've already found somebody to love, and someone who loves you in return."
"Aww," she said, and happily kissed him, to much cheering from the audience.
"You've all been amazing ! I thank you all!" She cried, and with another cheer, she leapt off the stage, and headed back to the bar, where the members of Queen were waiting for her.
"Um, hello," she said quietly. These were the guys who brought the song into existence, after all.
"Did you like it?" She asked, after a few moments of uneasy silence.
"No," they all said in unison, and Rachel felt her heart plummet.
"We loved it!" They cried, and the smile Rachel gave could give the torch in the Statue of Liberty another three years of wattage.
AN: Let me know what you think :)