Shelley looks so embarrassed and mortified… poor thing ♡.
Paul is right, this is too much! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!!!!! And then, the only one winning wil be Cilla… DIABOLICAL!
Cheer up, Shelley. Things could always be worse. You could be back in 1996 instead, sent to inquire as to why The Prodigy’s “Smack My B**** Up” never charted.
Interesting development: Cilla’s whipping up support for Freddie and Freddie comes out with a (silly love) song for Jane. Think Cilla will become a Beatles booster?
Interesting. I was under the impression that the population would have been overly saturated with every silly love song. But I guess, upon closer inspection, I was incorrect. There seem to be folks, at least, who are intent on inundating us to infinity with their serenading intellect. But tell me, how could something so innocent be so wrong?
I think Cilla knows that she will a somewhat larger career if the Beatles aren’t there to suck up all the resources. The timeline has *already* been compromised, friends and neighbors. And to put it back, Freddie is gonna have to be the musicological equivalent of Edith Keeler’ed.
Well, it’s no “I’m Telling You Now” but considering Freddie wrote “Janey Jane Jane Jane Jane” in one day, at least it’s got a good beat and you can dance to it.
I wonder if Shelley right now has “‘nam flashbacks” to that one time in the oldschool SGR run when she discovered that she has a fan club that even wrote fan fiction about her…
Does anyone else find the colour palette of this story to be rather…unsettling? Dark? Morose? Not that that’s a bad thing, I just noticed that the look of this one gives me a feeling of …unrest? Huh. That’s all.
(Not a criticism just an observation)
Shelley looks so embarrassed and mortified… poor thing ♡.
Paul is right, this is too much! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!!!!! And then, the only one winning wil be Cilla… DIABOLICAL!
It’s the choreography that’s made her stomach drop.
Cheer up, Shelley. Things could always be worse. You could be back in 1996 instead, sent to inquire as to why The Prodigy’s “Smack My B**** Up” never charted.
Better be careful Freddy. I hear Janie’s got a gun.
What? Wrong epoch?
Interesting development: Cilla’s whipping up support for Freddie and Freddie comes out with a (silly love) song for Jane. Think Cilla will become a Beatles booster?
Interesting. I was under the impression that the population would have been overly saturated with every silly love song. But I guess, upon closer inspection, I was incorrect. There seem to be folks, at least, who are intent on inundating us to infinity with their serenading intellect. But tell me, how could something so innocent be so wrong?
Well done!
Here we go again…
Bravo. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5
I think Cilla knew exactly what was going to happen.
I think Cilla knows that she will a somewhat larger career if the Beatles aren’t there to suck up all the resources. The timeline has *already* been compromised, friends and neighbors. And to put it back, Freddie is gonna have to be the musicological equivalent of Edith Keeler’ed.
Actual lols. Everything about this is perfect, from the dance moves to Shelly’s realisation to Paul’s line. Wonderful.
Well, it’s no “I’m Telling You Now” but considering Freddie wrote “Janey Jane Jane Jane Jane” in one day, at least it’s got a good beat and you can dance to it.
Wrote it, taught it to the the band, rehearsed it and choreographed it. THE HARDEST WORKING MAN IN SHOWBUSINESS.
I wonder if Shelley right now has “‘nam flashbacks” to that one time in the oldschool SGR run when she discovered that she has a fan club that even wrote fan fiction about her…
Does anyone else find the colour palette of this story to be rather…unsettling? Dark? Morose? Not that that’s a bad thing, I just noticed that the look of this one gives me a feeling of …unrest? Huh. That’s all.
(Not a criticism just an observation)
I wanted the drab palette of a 1960s “kitchen sink drama” eg Look Back In Anger!
I took it as a pre-Hard Day’s Night Beatles reference.
Look back in ochre?
Sorry.
Just watched the trailer…whoaaa that’s intense.
Definitely Friday Night, Saturday Morning, Room At The Top vibe about, and all the better for it.
The world was mostly balck and white then – just look at the old films and Mary Quant dresses.
Colour wasn’t invented in Nature until the nineties. Unless you were very rich you were even stuck with a black dog or cat. Especially here up North.
It were grim.
Shelly! Stop polluting the timestream!
What it says on the tin.
Man, poor Fred. Didn’t he know it was platonic?
But I guess Cilla got her management gig… some eggs must be broken to make the career omelette.
As with all Freddie and the Dreamers songs, more thought and effort was devoted to the dance moves than to the lyrics.
For anyone wondering about the sound of this delightful new bop, I would imagine this is a rough reference point: https://open.spotify.com/track/66VwdJQWx0S4Qe8HBds43J
Fair play to Freddie, full choreography in the Cavern is no mean feat!
Of course my American 80s brain went immediately to “Kelly kelly kelly kelly kelly kelly kelly kelly kelly …. kelly.”