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25 - Just Chatting...

Hello one and all.

It's been a long time since I graced these pages and, believe it or not, nothing much has been happening in my life, apart from the odd soiree or two. Winter has finally left us and spring has sprung, and it's nice to see the sun again. Let's start by wishing my old mate a happy birthday and I hope you all had a little drinkie for him, I know I did. In fact I got legless, he would have been proud of me. Whenever we were in London there was always a party at Fred's on his birthday, be it a handful of friends, or one where he invited half of Britain, but which ever one it was there was always a good time to be had and a lot of chaos. One year he actually took over Pikes Hotel in Ibiza and chartered a private plane to fly his friends in. Roger and myself were already on the island recording some of his solo stuff so we didn't have far to travel to the bash. When I say we were working, it's kind of true as we spent a lot of time on his boat "Ga Ga" whizzing around having lunch and fun. The party was held outside around the swimming pool, now is that an invite for trouble or what? There were hundreds of balloons hanging from every available fixture, and of course there is always an idiot that thinks he's a clown. This particular clown, who will remain nameless, decided it would be funny to light one of the balloons, and needless to say the whole lot went up in flames. Phoebe and Crystal to the rescue. We had to get this "fire" off the wooden rafters before the whole hotel went up in smoke, so we were pulling bits of string while burning rubber was dripping down on us. I was so traumatised by the whole event I had to have another drink ....... a lame excuse I know, but hey, it's my story. Back to the pool. Edwin Shirley, of trucking fame and also an all round good guy after a few too many, decided to have a swim, so he removed his clothing and was flapping around the pool when some daft countess told him to get dressed and behave himself. Wrong move lady. Edwin was not impressed by his telling off and threw her in, and she was even less impressed with that and started ranting and raving, much to the amusement to the rest of the party hounds. She left with her tail between her legs and didn't look at all glamorous in her soaking wet dress, running makeup and failed hairdo. We continued till mid morning and went straight to the airport and caught a flight home. Thanks F for the great parties and good times, you will never be forgotten.

I still get asked a lot if I'm gonna write the "Real" story about Queen. Well the answer is no, and the reason is that the guys gave me a great job and a great life and I have far to much respect for them, their wives/girlfriends, children and families to tell the world what we got up to in private. I feel that is our business and ours alone. Most of us are all in relationships and telling tales could make life awkward for a few people, band and crew alike. I'm sure at some point in time someone from the organisation will write a book, have 5 minutes of fame and make a quick buck, but it sure as hell won't be me, and I'll still be able to sleep at night and when I see the guys I will still be free to say, "Wanna beer MATE."

I've had a few questions asked me that I'm gonna answer quickly.

First off is "Do you have any stories about Freddies cats? (ripping furniture etc.)" Here's a good reply, No. So moving right along, "Of all the famous people you've met, who impressed you the most?" Tricky one this. After years in this "Biz" they all become "Just normal people," and some become good pals, but on one occasion I was in Paul McCartneys studio and I was handed his violin bass and I was sitting there holding it when someone said, "Paul is left handed, hold it like he would." When I turned it around, still taped in the cutout was the Beatles set list from their days in Hamburg, now that impressed me.

Deaky and myself were the only two reggae lovers in the outfit, and Bob Marley turned up to see the show at Madison Square Gardens. Strange choice of show for Bob, but he loved Another one bites the dust, and he happened to be in New York on a stopover on his way to Germany for laser treatment. Show time and our intro tape was playing, and someone told JD that Bob was in the audience, so he cranked his bass up and played "Lively up yourself" over the tape. This was very possibly the last time Marley ever heard this played as he died shortly after. I didn't get to meet him, but I did get to meet Tyrone Downie, Bobs keyboard player in the Wailers, and Tyrone and myself got up to all sorts of mischief that night. RT on the other hand hates reggae music, but I did manage to drag him to the Circus Krone in Munich to see Peter Tosh. I loved it, he hated it. I look at this as payback because years before he insisted that I went to Hammersmith Odeon to see Laurie Anderson, of O Superman fame. This show he loved, but I put it alongside Cher as one of the worst concerts I have ever seen. Needless to say I have also met a couple of stars that I didn't see eye to eye with. Like the American rock star we encountered in a club one night, and he was such a pain I had to take him into the toilets to have a quiet word with him. He finally got the message so I released my hand from around his neck and let him drop back down to the ground. To finish this segment I wanna tell you something that Bev Bevan said. Bev was the drummer with ELO, and them and us were touring the US at the same time, and as it turned out, staying in the same hotel in one city. Roger and myself were leaving the hotel and waiting for the elevator. When the doors opened Bev was in there and him and RT said their hellos. Rog then said, "Bev, this is Crystal, he looks after me." Bev turned to me, shook my hand and said, "Pleased to meet you. If it wasn't for guys like you, guys like us wouldn't be where we are today." He didn't need to say that, and was genuine when he did. I wasn't impressed with meeting him, but he is certainly in my top ten of nicest people I have ever meet.

Over the last few months I've spent a lot of time in the Chatroom, and I highly recommend it to you all as it can be a bit of a laugh. For anyone who has never visited the room please remember a couple of things, if you come in and start swearing you will be kicked out. I know, it happens to me all the time. Also don't come in and start going on about knowing axemen and murderers and other such garbage, cause that also warrants a kicking. Some buffoon from Ireland, who went by the name of "Death" turned up with an attitude and was going on about how f***ing awesome Queen were at Slane Castle. He was not known by anyone in there so I asked him to watch his language. He said he was the Grim Reaper and could do and say what he liked, so I told him otherwise and he was most put out when I kicked him. What a fool. A while ago there was some prat who called himself F***queen, good name eh! Anyway, he/she/it was picking on a lovely young lady called Raisa, and was saying some awful things to her and completely freaked her out, so I went to her defence and FQ turned the attention my way. As far as I'm concerned it's only letters on a screen and it didn't phase me at all, but at least he/she/it gave up on Raisa. In all fairness to FQ, whoever you may be, he/she left a message on the Bulletin Board saying sorry to Raisa and myself and would never do it again. So FQ, from the both of us, thanks for the apology, we accept it. What other weirdos have we had? Well, there was a brightspark who decided it would be funny to use the nickname QueenRshite, another bad move from this person who was honoured with a ban.

While in there I've seen a lot of friendships made, and a couple that have fallen apart. I got a private message one evening from a very drunk girl who, how shall we phrase this, offered me her body and wanted to do all sorts of naughty things to me, I thanked her and declined...must be getting old or something. I have also witnessed relationships being made and, usually there is a lot of humour involved, but needless to say some arguments do occur. I have also seen some of the daftest things said. One guy was so convinced that one of the regulars was either Deaky or she was chatting with him in private that he actually started tracking her every move on the net. He also told me about some highly illegal activities he was up to concerning the band. I wouldn't have thought I was the best person to tell such stuff to, and needless to say I had a go at him. Just to add to his stupidity he's been recently boasting about his affair with an underage girl, and I reckon if he had any more sense he would be half witted. Having mentioned all the twits I'd like to say a quick hello to all the regulars, White Queen and Killer Queen, the lovely girls Blue Rock and Rannnnnnni, SQJan, Mayflower and her boys, Farookh (aka Leroy Brown) MarshMallow, the three Tigers - Babe, Lily and Stripes and the mighty Falc, also to all the rest who I haven't mentioned by name, you know who you are. I'd also like to say hi to Daddy Cool who is the singer in the Dutch cover band Miracle, and Dad, if you never make it as a singer you could make a great career from being a stand up comedian. Finally an extra special hello to the gorgeous MTB, who is about to make an honest man of me ;)

Before I go I'm sure I don't need to remind anyone of a certain date in November that is engraved in all of our minds. And I know that a lot of you will be heading to Garden Lodge to leave flowers. I don't wanna preach and tell you what to do, and I know flowers are a nice gesture, but they do die and the only people to really benefit from this is the florist. This year lets all give a donation, no matter how small, to Aids research, this way the cash will be used to try and stamp out this awful disease. If you really wanna leave flowers, buy a smaller, cheaper bunch and donate the balance of what you would have spent to these charities. It's been said a million times before but it is true, Every penny counts.

As always, Loadsa Love.

Crystal

#queen #queen band #freddie mercury #john deacon #peter freestone #crystal taylor #crystal's tales

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generallynerdy · 5 years

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America’s Sweetheart (Steve Rogers X Soulmate!Reader)

Summary: Patronising Captain America about his language turns out to be the best decision you’ve ever made. His distracted sass right back at you only proves it-- because you’ve just found your Soulmate.

Requested by @pearlll09: I know that my request is the one kicking your ass so I feel obligated to try and help you out. Steve x reader soulmate au, where the first words your soulmate says to you are written on your skin. Maybe Steve saves reader, or reader works at Stark Industries and they meet that way, or even S.H.I.E.L.D... I'm just trying to give you options so you can find that inspiration fam do what you want :)

Key: (Y/N) - your name Warnings: Steve used a bad language word Word Count: 1,385

Note: ljasdkjklsjsklj i love steve and i love soulmate aus thanks pearl aLSO your request is kicking my ass less now lmao it’s moving along slowly but surely

Soulmates. They were a weird concept.

Supposedly, you would have the first words your Soulmate would say to you tattooed on your wrist. But some people didn’t have that. Some people didn’t have Soulmates. Some had Soulmates whose words faded suddenly one day. Everyone knew what that meant.

You were a bit of a strange case.

Your words hadn’t appeared until 2011, after you’d just secured a job at Stark Industries.

Sorry, the words read, America’s Sweetheart clocked out a few hours ago.

You were concerned that your Soulmate had literally just been born, which would have been extremely creepy. After a few years, you learned to just ignore the words on your wrist, hoping to never come in contact with the young buck that your Soulmate was supposed to be. It gave you chills to think of them-- and not the good kind.

Climbing the Stark Industries ladder of success was a pain, especially after the change in leadership from Mr. Stark to Miss Potts. You did your best and were eventually promoted to the top position at downstairs reception. You managed who went in and out of the building, who could access which floors, and, most importantly, how often the Avengers went out. That was more of Mr. Stark’s personal request to you, but you couldn’t refuse him, even if he wasn’t technically your boss.

So, in a way, you had met all the Avengers. You weren’t close personal friends with any of them and you hadn’t talked to all of them either, but they knew who you were. It was a pretty cool gig.

You had to admit, you did look at Captain America and consider your Soulmate tattoo a few times. ‘America’s Sweetheart,’ right? That sounded like him. But you had no idea what his mark said.

Most of the Avengers kept their tattoos a secret, except those who had already found their Soulmates. Mr. Stark had Miss Potts, for one thing, and Barton had someone, though nobody knew who. He sauntered about with his tattoo shown to everyone, so it was assumed he already found his Soulmate.

But Captain America was a mystery.

One morning, he was entering the building with his best friend, Bucky Barnes. He’d joined the team after the whole Civil War fiasco, which had been a complete mess for you, since you had to move to the Avengers Compound instead of the Tower.

You waved at them from behind your desk, like you usually did, and gave a bit of a smile to Barnes as his friend searched his pockets for their IDs to get them inside.

You couldn’t help but feel bad for Barnes. He seemed a shaken man, permanently traumatised by whatever he’d gone through before Cap saved his life. So, you always tried to smile at him, to make his day a little brighter.

However, today was a little odd.

The captain couldn’t seem to find his ID, nor his friend’s.

He let out a heavy sigh. “Fuck.”

At his words, you couldn’t help but snort in amusement. “That wasn’t very patriotic of you, Captain.”

His demeanor at your first words to him didn’t change. In fact, he was a little preoccupied with finding his ID. However, Barnes looked over at you with a dropped jaw and wide eyes.

“Holy shit, Steve,” he whispered.

“Sorry,” Cap said, distracted. “America’s Sweetheart clocked out a few hours ago.”

You couldn’t help the short gasp that passed your lips when you heard the words. At that noise, he looked up suddenly, blinking slowly. He looked between you and Bucky, his face absolutely pale.

Before you knew it, he’d crossed the small space between him and the desk, pulling back the sleeve of his uniform to show you his wrist.

That wasn’t very patriotic of you, Captain.

You pulled back your button down sleeve and showed him your words, making him stop in place. There was a pause before he looked up at you, meeting your eyes.

Neither of you registered Bucky’s reaction, which included a mental breakdown and then a stupid, silly grin on his face as he looked at his best friend finally meeting his Soulmate. They’d waited for almost 100 years for this moment. 100 years. But it all felt so short now to Steve, now that he was standing right in front of you.

“Holy shit,” you whispered.

Steve smiled a little. “Yeah, no kidding. How long have you worked here?”

“Since 2011,” you answered instantly. “About the year you woke up, actually...that was the year my words appeared.”

“I didn’t have any,” he muttered in awe. “Not until I got out of the ice.”

There was a bit of a pause as the two of you stared at each other. There wasn’t much you could say, much you could think of to say. You’d met your Soulmate, but what were you supposed to do now?

“Do you, uh, do you wanna go get brunch or something?” Steve asked, his face redder than you’d ever seen. The great Captain America was shy.

You smiled softly. “Yeah, yeah, definitely! I’d love to--” Suddenly your face fell. “I don’t get off until, like, 6, though…”

He was about to open his mouth to speak, but a beep of a phone behind him stopped your conversation. He turned on his heel to see Bucky with his smartphone to his ear, waiting for the person on the other end to pick up. As soon as they did and you heard the voice, he shot the both of you a sly grin.

“Hey, Stark.”

“Ah, Manchurian Candidate. What can I do for you this horrible, horrible morning?” Tony Stark asked drowsily over the phone. He sounded like he had a killer hangover.

Bucky rolled his eyes but continued. “Do me a favour and give your front desk manager the day off.”

“(Y/N)?” Tony hummed. “Why?”

“Looks like they could use it,” he said lamely.

The next thing you knew, your phone pinged and, looking down, you saw a text from Not Quite Boss. You grinned at the sight and sent a look to Steve, who hadn’t taken his eyes off his best friend. He looked slightly betrayed, yet mostly grateful.

“Hey, you and Cap are on your way in, right?” Tony muttered. “Can you bring me some really greasy food?”

Bucky snorted. “Sure, but Steve’s not coming in today.”

“Yeah? Why not?”

“He’s taking a personal day,” the man said pointedly at his best friend.

On the other line, Tony’s silence said it all before he actually commented. “Why...why is Mr. Perfect taking a day off?”

“Oh, just,” Bucky started, trying to keep from laughing, “To get to know his Soulmate.”

“HIS WHAT!?”

Tony’s exclamation came in between coughs, as he’d apparently been taking a sip of something-- hopefully water-- and choked on it. Bucky hung up on him before he could question him further, bursting into a fit of laughter at the reaction.

“You guys should probably get out of here before he tells everyone,” Bucky suggested with a teasing smile.

“Right, right, uh--” Steve turned back to you, somewhat regaining his composure. “If you still want to, that is…”

You laughed. “I’d be crazy not to!”

You grabbed your things and told one of your co-workers that you had the day off. You joined him on the other side of the desk, where he said a quick goodbye to Bucky before sheepishly offering you his arm. You took it with a half-giggle, thinking to yourself about how old he was. And you had been worried that your Soulmate was a kid.

“So, scale of 1-10, how much do you like coffee?” Steve asked.

You thought about it for a second. “I dunno. Depends on the day. Why? Do you have a place in mind?”

Bucky watched you and Steve exit the Compound lobby with a stupid smile on his face, shaking his head. What a wonderful start to a hopefully wonderful day. He just couldn’t wait till the other Avengers found out why Cap was absent. Tony would definitely spill the beans as soon as he could.

“America’s Sweetheart clocked out a few hours ago,” he snorted, imitating his best friend. “God, I am never gonna let him live that one down.”

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