Here's a fic for all you We Will Rock You fans. I hope you like it. There is a challenge for my readers.

If you can name the songs that Galileo shouts out that's not the scripted ones (Those to if you feel like it) then you will win my love and affection for being a great reader.


Galileo's POV

People, so many people, all of them cheering me on. Me, Galileo Figero. I stood, centre stage with a microphone in my hand. I just finished singing a rock song. Not a Gaga girls or Boyzone mindless computer made song, but a real, pure, soulful rock song. I felt a presence beside me and turned to see a shape beside me. It wasn't standing in the spot light so I couldn't see it very well but I could just make out something strapped over its shoulder and resting against its hip. I wanted to call it a guitar. It started to move forwards, closer to me. As it came close to my spotlight I found myself smiling as I waited for this thing to show itself, like I already knew what it was.

"Come on Gaz! Lets do another!" cried a female voice excitedly as a girl stepped into the light. She was beautiful. She had wild hair that was dyed purple and red with hints of brown, probably her old natural colour slipping through. She had pale skin which only highlighted the dark make-up around her eyes and on her lips. She was skinny, but so skinny that it made whoever was looking at them feel slightly ill. She wore a dark corset that hugged her in all the right places and a leather skirt that stopped just above her knees. Her feet were covered by some shin high boots. Over-all, she was one fine babe.

"Ok Wembley! One more song!" as the girl started strumming her 'guitar' I found myself staring at her. I had never felt more confident around anyone in my life and I didn't even know her name. I readied myself as my part started to come up.

"I think I Wanna Marry You!" I cried as I started awake, falling from my desk and onto the floor. I was met with the laughter from my class as I pulled myself back into my seat. I dusted off my leather jacket with pride. "Yeah well at least I can dream!" I yelled back at them before slumping down into my chair again.

My name is Galileo Figero and I'm what people would call…different, and that's the nicest it's been put. Ever since I was little I've been hearing words, phrases in my head that make no sense. I've been ridiculed because of it, mainly since I've never been able to control it and I often end up saying the phrases out loud. My world doesn't like this, or the way I dress. While everyone here likes to dress in bright colours and short, tight clothing for some reason, I like my leather jacket, old blue jeans and sleeveless grey t-shirt. Even my jet black and spiked hair was considered wrong. Well it made me stand out and I liked it. Of course that made me a bit of a problem for our leader, Killer queen, who had given me more then one warning about my attitude.

So here I was, back in boring old reality. I must have fallen asleep again in class. My nights were pretty sleepless because I was the only one in global-soft who could dream, who could think for themselves. Today I was finally graduating from this hell hole of a school. Finally the bell rang and I was out of there in a second. What I found outside was much worse. Although music wasn't particularly liked here, we were still aloud to listen to the shit they called Radio Gaga. They were just finishing up as I exited the building, their outfits sparkling. The teacher was saying something to them but I only caught the end.

"It's summer time!" she cried happily. I rolled my eyes as they all spoke in unison.

"Morons! Clones! Think for yourselves!" I yelled at them, chucking my backpack down. They just laughed as they walked off. Only the teacher remained. She was the only one who at least tried to listen, even if she didn't like it.

"Come on, go celebrate! Your life is just beginning!" she tried to say with enthusiasm.

"Good!" I scoffed. "T-the sooner it begins, t-the sooner it will end!" I stuttered. I couldn't help that, all these years I had endured so much mocking that my confidence was a little rocked, causing me to stutter. the teacher rolled her eyes at my careless attitude. I had been this way since the words in my head had firmly settled there, not even my parents cared anymore. I was all alone and I was used to it.

"But you've got so much potential. You could get a job with any division of Global-soft you choose." she said enthusiastically. That sounded more like hell if anything. "How about music programming?" I gave her an 'are you serious' look.

"I don't want to program music, I want to make music. Well, real music. M-m-m-my own music." I cried, standing up.

"Cool it!" the teacher cried, dragging me away like she was scared I'd get heard. "Now listen ," she warned. I rolled my eyes.

"My name is Galileo Figero." I said sternly, glaring at her. I was not going to be addressed by the e-mail address they gave me. She didn't look to happy with my attitude but, then again, no one really was.

"Nobody is called Galileo Figero, where on planet mall did you come up with that?" she asked. She had me there.

"W-well I found it, in a dream. I have these dreams see, and I hear noises. B-b-b-banging noises. And words, words that just pop up in my head." I cried, already starting to feel a new string of words start to form. "Help I need somebody! Help! Not just anybody!" I cried, not even understanding them. Again the teacher was staring at me like I was completely insane.

"Oh I understand, I really do but come on mate. You live in a perfect world. What more could you possibly want?" she asked. I could feel more words coming to me, sounds accompanying it. They were so loud, and so beautiful, I just had to voice them. I don't care if Global-soft won't like it, my music is the only thing that gives me confidence.

I want to break free
I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
You're so self satisfied I don't need you
I've got to break free
God knows God knows I want to break free

God I love singing. It's the best feeling in the world.

I've fallen in love
I've fallen in love for the first time
In love with a world that's real
I've fallen in love yeah
God knows God knows I've fallen in love

That's not entirely true but hey, the words in my head are the words that come out. What I was doing couldn't really be classed as dancing but like I said I'm not that great. The teacher didn't look to happy with me either.

It's strange but it's true, hey!
I know I'm different, there's so much I have to do
But I have to be sure
When I walk out that door
Oh how I want to be free baby
Oh how I have to be free
Oh how I want to break free

This existence is wrong
I can't get used to living without living without
Living without hope
It's all a lie
I don't want to live alone
God knows got to make it on my own
So people can't you see
God knows I've got to break free
God knows I need to
God knows I want to break free

As soon as I finished my song a cage of electricity surrounded me, freezing me in place with painful jolts. I couldn't move but I could hear my teacher saying something to someone else.

"There is on other. A repulsive creature. A girl." There was another? Someone like me?

Hope you liked it. Remember if you can name the song I use and a situation where it's been then you win my love because you will have reviewed!

Little note, I couldn't understand Galileo's e-mail address so I just guessed. If anybody know tell me please.

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