"(Y/N)! You're late darling!" Shouts Freddie, as you closed the door behind you, walking into the studio.

You hang your head, trying to avoid eye contact with the other members. "Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. Traffic was awful this morning, there was a car wreck on the way here."

"Oh goodness, that's terrible. Is everyone alright?" Asked Brian, as he sat on a stool.

You nodded, placing your stuff down in the sound booth, sitting down on a stool, surrounded by other producers and directors, along with their manager. "Yeah, everyone's alright, except one guy broke his leg, but no one died."

"Okay, well I'm glad everyone's alright, but I'm afraid we have more important issues to address," says Roger, with a smirk on his face.

You rose an eyebrow, wondering what was going on in his mind.

"What's your idea, Roger?" Asks Deaky, crossing his arms.

"It's an idea for the video."

"And...?" Brian pushed, crossing his arms.

"Shut up Brian, let me finish," he retorted, which made you snicker. "I know what we're going to do. The Stones have done it, now we're going to do it, and we're going to do it," he paused for dramatic effect. "In drag."

You stared at Roger, squinting your eyes trying to see the video in your head. How in the world did he come up with this?

The other producers and directors that stood around you seemed to do the same thing, except David.

"I think that would be hysterical," chuckles David, crossing his arms.

"See!" Roger exclaimed, gesturing to David. "I know it's a good idea. Everyone's going to love it."

"What do you think Deaky? This is your song," you mention, gesturing to him as he stood in thought.

He shrugged. "I don't see why not."

Freddie giggled, clapping. "I am in love with this idea! I can't tell you how long I've been dying to get into drag."

Brian laughed. "We all know you have been, Freddie."

He laughed, smacking Brian on his shoulder playfully. "Oh shut up. What about you Bri? What's your opinion on this?"

He stood there in thought, smiling. "I'm excited."

"You are? I thought you'd be the person to be least excited about this," Roger chuckled, placing his hands on his hips.

"Oh my God I can see it," muttered David.

I looked up to see the band all talking to one another, standing in certain stances. Roger had his hands placed on his hips sassily while Freddie was swaying back and forth excitedly, already wanting to prance around. Brian stood there stretching one arm while the other twirled his hair and John stood there with his arms crossed, smiling goofily at Freddie.

They looked like a bunch of four old women.

"I think I can too," I replied, stepping out of the sound booth.

David stood out with me and looked over to me. "Think about this: Roger, a schoolgirl; John, a grumpy old grandma; Brian, a mum; and Freddie... I'm not sure about Freddie."

You snapped, an idea coming to your mind. "I've got it: How about like a... A Liverpudlian slag?"

David busted out laughing, looking back at the sound booth to see Jim. "Jim! Did you hear that?"

Jim turned around to face David, coming to the door, leaning against the entrance. "Did I hear what?

"So we've come up with costume ideas, and we think Brian should be some kind of mother, John a grumpy granny, Roger a naughty schoolgirl, and for Freddie, she said 'a Liverpudlian slag'," he quotes with finger quotes, starting to laugh again, which makes Jim start to laugh.

"I love it! Let's make it happen!" Jim exclaims, excusing himself from the sound booth. "I'll be right back; going to go make a few calls."

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It was the first day of shooting the video, and you went inside the shooting studio looking around for the other producers, so you could discuss a few things related to the video.

When you arrived on the set, you saw a set of a small 1950s house that included a kitchen, a living room, and a staircase, and even a doorway that separated the living room from the kitchen.

You smiled and chuckled, knowing exactly how this video was going to pan out, especially since the boys were very giddy to dress up in drag. In fact, Brian, Roger, and John were more excited than Freddie, which was surprising, to say the least.

At first, they weren't all that excited, but as time flew by, they grew more impatient every day.

"Excuse me, Miss (Y/N)?"

You turned around and saw an assistant wearing a headset while carrying a clipboard and two cups of coffee.

"Yes?" You responded while she handed you a cup of coffee, which you gladly took.

"You're needed in the dressing room," she tells me urgently, before scurrying away.

You blink quickly, rather confused as to why you were needed there. You didn't do makeup or hair, and you certainly didn't have time to be messing around in there either.

Nevertheless, you walk to where you were needed anyway.

You went to the room and knocked on the door, hearing laughter and giggling inside and a sudden hush. You chuckle, wondering what in the world was going on in there.

"Come in!" You hear from the inside, so you turn the handle and swing open the door, revealing all of them in their drag.

"Wow!" You gasp, looking at all of them. "You all look amazing."

Freddie laughs, walking up to you to engulf you into a hug. "Thank you, darling," he says, hugging you carefully, not wanting to get makeup on your shirt.

You skimmed the other guys and saw Roger, not really recognizing him at all. He looked prettier than some of the girls you knew.

You smirked, pretending not to recognize him. "Hey, where's Roger?" You teased, looking around the room.

At that instant, Brian erupted into a fit of laughter, followed by John and soon Freddie, as they saw the expression on Roger's face when he knew he looked too much like a girl. He crossed his arms and started tapping his foot.

"I'm right here!" He waved sarcastically, flashing you an "I hate you" smile.

You simply laughed more, truly loving the moment at hand. "Sorry Rog, didn't see you there. Or shall I say, Rogerina?"

Roger's smile grew and nodded. "Actually I kind of like that."

Brian snickered at that, walking up to Roger and throwing his arm around his shoulder. "Come on, let's go make this video, losers."

Roger laughed, throwing his arm around Brian and his other around John, and then around Freddie. You smiled at them, as they all walked out in their costumes giggling away, arm in arm, like a family.
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Yo, I hope you enjoyed this GalaxyXGold! It was a pleasure to write. Also I'm American, so I'm sorry if my British "talk" is awful. On another note, if anyone has any requests, let me know. 💕💕