I had been hired by Freddie to write about the group. My editor had laid down the job description in front of me, with a grin wide on his face. Dan, this will be perfect for you, he’d said.
Wanted:
A writer, a good writer, to document the lives of Queen as honestly and as glamorous as possible.
Hours are brutal. Travel required. Rockstar tempers expected.
Pay is enough.
Two weeks later, I was on a flight to Vienna.
I traveled with the band across Europe for a few weeks. There was a gap in the tour before they headed to the United States and Freddie was insistent that I spent time with each band member during the off time. We have just as much story to tell off the stage, darling.
He was right of course. The quiet of Freddie at home was different than at any other point I’d seen on tour. John was at ease and talkative among his wife and children. Brian was the most unchanged of the band members, smiling and soft.
Then there was Roger and his wife, Maverick.
One of the most interesting stories of all.
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