- What is your impression of him? - asked Freddie, fiddling with a small candy.

- He doesn't look like the type who would go to discos. I mean, he doesn't dance, he doesn't have sex... - started Roger.

- How would YOU know?

- Well, he's just so young, you know...

- That doesn't have to mean he's a virgin. You saw all the girls around him.

- Never mind, never mind... - Roger was eager to get off the subject. - And what do YOU think of him?

- He's pretty.

Roger looked at Freddie like he would at someone who told him the Earth was flat.

- He's aesthetically pleasing, - Freddie corrected himself. Roger nodded in agreement.

At this time, they opened the door to the lecture room, expecting to find Brian there. But no, Brian was not there. Instead, the young boy was standing there in his violet velvet jacket, tuning his bass. Both Roger and Freddie noticed the fact that he was well-groomed and overdressed for the occasion. The jeans and the platforms were fine, but the velvet jacket was too much.

Freddie came up to him first and reached out his hand to the boy.

- John, right? - he asked. John shook Freddie's hand and nodded his head.

- Yes, Deacon. And you are, um, Freddie?

- Yeah, that would be me.

TO BE CONTINUED...