Back in 2018, the Queen biopic surprised almost everyone. Despite a mixed critical response, the film went on to become a massive global success, earning more than $900 million at the worldwide box office.

The following year, its impact was cemented at the Academy Awards. The movie won more Oscars than any other film that year, including Best Actor for for his powerful portrayal of . With that level of success, it was inevitable that conversations about a sequel would soon begin.

 

The story told in Bohemian Rhapsody famously ends with Queen’s iconic performance at Live Aid in 1985. However, the band’s journey did not stop there. Queen continued for another six years with Freddie Mercury, who bravely battled AIDS while still creating music and performing whenever possible. For many fans, that later chapter of the band’s history feels equally emotional and powerful.

In 2022, Queen guitarist shared his thoughts on the idea of a follow-up film in an interview with the Daily Express. He described the prospect of working on a sequel as “exciting” and “very attractive,” and even responded positively to the suggestion that it could be titled The Show Must Go On.

 

A year later, Brian May expanded on those comments during a conversation with SiriusXM. He confirmed that discussions about a sequel are very real, even if nothing has been finalized yet. According to him, the biggest challenge remains the script.

“There’s truth to the fact that we talk about it,” May explained. “We’d love it — we’d love to make a sequel. It’s finding the right script. It actually took us 12 years to find the right script for the first one, so it’s no surprise that it’s not easy. There is a story there — an awful lot happened after the end of the Bohemian Rhapsody timeline — but whether it would make a film, I don’t know. We don’t want to make it unless we’re sure it’s going to work and move people in the same way as the original did.”

May also expressed his strong desire to reunite the original cast if a sequel ever moves forward. He praised the actors who portrayed the band members, calling their performances exceptional.

“It would be wonderful to get the same four guys back to play us,” he said. “They’re all absolutely stupendous. Rami is amazing, and Gwilym Lee, who played me, was incredible. He even fooled my kids — they genuinely thought I had voiced the part myself.”

 

For now, a sequel to Bohemian Rhapsody remains uncertain. Still, with the band’s blessing, a wealth of untold stories, and a cast eager to return, the possibility continues to capture the imagination of fans around the world.

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HE WAS 5 YEARS OLD WHEN POLIO LEFT HIM PARTIALLY PARALYZED ON HIS LEFT SIDE. HE WAS 12 WHEN HIS FATHER WALKED OUT FOR ANOTHER WOMAN. HE WAS 21 WHEN HE COLLAPSED ONSTAGE FROM AN EPILEPTIC SEIZURE AT A SUNSET STRIP RADIO FESTIVAL. AND HE WAS 59 WHEN A BLOOD VESSEL BURST IN HIS BRAIN AND HE WALKED HALF A BLOCK BEFORE THE BLOOD FILLED HIS SHOE — STILL HUMMING THE SONG HE’D JUST RECORDED IN NASHVILLE. He wasn’t supposed to make it. He was Neil Percival Young, born in Toronto in 1945. The son of a sportswriter who wandered, and a mother who never forgave him for it. Young contracted polio in the late summer of 1951 during the last major outbreak of the disease in Ontario, and as a result, became partially paralyzed on his left side. His brother later remembered him hanging onto furniture trying to cross the living room, asking out loud: I didn’t die, did I? By 12, his father was gone — chasing a younger woman. The divorce split the family literally in two: Neil went to Winnipeg with his mother, his brother stayed in Toronto with their father. By his teens, he had Type 1 diabetes, epilepsy, and a guitar he traded a banjo ukulele to get. By 1966, he was driving a black hearse down Sunset Boulevard with a band called Buffalo Springfield. By 1969, he was standing on stage at Woodstock with Crosby, Stills, and Nash. By 1972, “Heart of Gold” was the number one song in America. And underneath all of it — a man having seizures on stage, collapsing in front of audiences who thought it was part of the show. Then came 1978. He met a waitress named Pegi at a roadside diner near his California ranch. Married her. Had two children — a son named Ben, a daughter named Amber Jean. Doctors diagnosed Ben Young with cerebral palsy, which manifested in quadriplegia and the inability to speak. Amber Jean developed epilepsy. Neil already had a son from a previous relationship, Zeke — also born with cerebral palsy. Three children. Three diagnoses. One father who could not protect any of them from the bodies they were born into. He could have hidden. He could have written sad songs about it and stayed home. Instead, in 1986, Neil and Pegi founded the Bridge School — a place for children who couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t be reached by ordinary classrooms. He hosted a benefit concert every year for three decades. Springsteen came. Pearl Jam came. McCartney came. The kids in wheelchairs sat onstage behind them. Then came 2005. He was 59. A “piece of broken glass” floated across his vision one morning. An MRI revealed a brain aneurysm. He delayed surgery for a week to go record an album in Nashville called Prairie Wind — because he wasn’t sure he’d come back. “I made it half a block, and the thing burst on the street, and there was blood in my shoe and let’s just say there was a complication.” Emergency workers revived him on the sidewalk. Neil Young looked his own body dead in the eye and said: “No.” He kept writing. He kept touring. He kept showing up at the Bridge School every fall. He told audiences across America: “They told me I was finished. I’m just getting started.” Some men chase the spotlight until it kills them. The ones who matter learn to keep singing while the body falls apart underneath them. What he wrote on the back of a notebook the morning before that brain surgery in 2005 — the one he almost didn’t survive — tells you everything about who he really was.

HE WAS 20 MONTHS OLD WHEN A FIGHTER JET WENT DOWN OVER OKINAWA AND TOOK HIS FATHER WITH IT. HE WAS 22 WHEN HE WATCHED FOUR CLASSMATES GET SHOT ON THE LAWN AT KENT STATE. HE WAS 26 WHEN HIS THREE-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER DIED IN A CAR CRASH ON THE WAY TO NURSERY SCHOOL. AND HE WAS 47 WHEN HE FINALLY ADMITTED THE BOTTLE WAS GOING TO KILL HIM TOO — IF HE DIDN’T LET A BEATLE PULL HIM OUT FIRST. He wasn’t supposed to make it. He was Joseph Fidler Walsh, born in Wichita, Kansas in 1947. The son of an Air Force flight instructor who taught young pilots how to fly America’s first operational jet — the Lockheed F-80 Shooting Star. The boy whose father climbed into a cockpit one summer day in 1949, took off over Okinawa, and never came home. The toddler whose mother folded the flag and packed up the house because she had to. He grew up never knowing the man whose middle name he carried like a wound. By 5, he was being adopted by a stepfather and given a new last name. By 12, the family had moved to New York City. By high school, to Montclair, New Jersey, where he played oboe because the football coach said he was too small for tight end. By the time he got to Kent State, he’d attended schools in three different states and never stayed long enough to belong anywhere. Then came May 4, 1970. He was sitting on the lawn at Kent State when the Ohio National Guard opened fire on student protesters. Four kids his age died on the grass that day. He picked up a guitar and never put it back down. A power trio called the James Gang. A song called “Funk #49.” A guitar so loud Pete Townshend turned around. By 1971, Jimmy Page personally bought his ’59 Les Paul — the guitar that became known to the world as Page’s “Number One.” By 1973, he’d moved to Colorado, formed a band called Barnstorm, and written “Rocky Mountain Way” on a riding lawn mower because the riff wouldn’t leave him alone. Then came April 1, 1974. His three-year-old daughter Emma Kristen was riding to nursery school in Boulder when another vehicle struck the car. She didn’t survive. He wrote “Song for Emma” and placed a drinking fountain in the park where she used to play, with a small plaque nobody but the locals would ever notice. He named the album that came after her death “So What” — because nothing else mattered anymore. His marriage didn’t survive it. He started drinking before sunrise. He started using anything that would make the morning quieter. Then came 1975. The Eagles needed a new guitarist. The first album he made with them was called “Hotel California.” The solo he traded with Don Felder on the title track would later be voted the greatest guitar solo ever recorded. Twenty-six million copies sold in the U.S. alone. A Grammy. A Rock & Roll Hall of Fame seat waiting for him. And underneath all of it — every platinum record, every stadium — a man drinking himself slowly into the grave. By the late eighties, he couldn’t remember tours. By the early nineties, he couldn’t remember days. He checked into rehab. He checked back out. He checked in again. He went into rehab for the final time in 1995. He had to put his guitar down — possibly for good — in order to put his life back together. He didn’t think he’d ever play again. Addictionrecoveryebulletin The phone stopped ringing. The Eagles toured without him in everything but body. He sat in a house full of platinum records and couldn’t remember writing most of the songs on the walls. And then a Beatle showed up. Ringo Starr — nine years older, several years sober, and married to a woman whose sister Joe would eventually marry himself — sat down with him and stayed sat. Not as a rock star. As another drunk who’d put the bottle down and lived. Starr brought him back to music and became a sober buddy. Answer Addiction Joe Walsh made a vow to himself in front of an instrument he wasn’t sure he could still play. If I never write another song, that has to be okay. Sobriety comes first. He looked the bottle dead in the eye and said: “No.” One day. Then the next. Then a thousand more. “People tell me I play better now sober than I did before. But the only thing that matters to me now is that I can say I haven’t had a drink today.” Rolling Stone He recorded “Analog Man” in 2012 — his first album as a sober musician in his entire adult life. He started a charity called VetsAid for the children of fallen service members, because he had been one of those children. He told audiences across America: “They told me I was finished. I’m just getting started.” Some men chase the spotlight until it kills them. The ones who matter learn to set the bottle down before the spotlight does. What he said the night they handed him the highest humanitarian award in the recovery community — with his wife Marjorie standing behind him wiping tears, and his brother-in-law Ringo presenting the trophy — tells you everything about who he really was. He didn’t talk about the Grammys. He didn’t talk about Hotel California. He talked about the men an