Freddie Mercury

At least he turned up dressed like a headline. Some of us had to do the work in glasses.

Darling, your glasses were doing lead vocals all by themselves.

Says the man who turned a concert into a national event every time he raised one eyebrow.

And yet here we are, three legends and somehow I’m still the only one selling out the room.

Fine. Freddie won on stage, Elton won at attitude, and I won by leaving the group chat before it got embarrassing.

You’re saying this like you didn’t wear a crown and a cape to a stadium, darling.

At least the meeting had structure. Some of us are still recovering from the cape budget.

John, you wrote revolution songs in wire-rimmed glasses. Sit down.

Exactly. I came prepared. Some of you arrived dressed like a meeting.

Anyway, the rule is simple: if the outfit whispers, the audience forgets your name.