Freddie was a real target to the journalists. He drove them crazy with his ambiguity. The way he dressed, he acted, he talked. Nobody was able to categorize him. At certain moment he was a tender ephebe with a daffodil in his hand and the next one a gigantic wave of testosterone crashing. He was one too singular person to the period time he was living in and the comparisons were hateful and were clichés. What could have had Freddie in common with Mick Jagger or David Bowie? He didn't need to imitate anybody, he was a damn creation himself.
That bunch of hypocritics dared to question his morality or his sexuality just because he put on make-up, he painted his nails and dressed different. What morality did that bastard show to blackmail me sexually that way?
With the heat of the night and my feverish thoughts about what happened I couldn't sleep a wink. I had to talk to Fooling about this event. I regarded it a monumental fail. It couldn't be recorded my face in any photo involving Ridge Farm and Queen. At my previous travel to 1974 there wasn't any trace of me left and my intention was the same. But once again, I had failed. The journalist was gone without tasting me but I was sure the Japanese journalists didn't erase my face from their file. I just could trust they discarded me among the enormous amount of photos they took them.
- I don't want you to worry about that, Black. Try to think positive.
- We can avoid the tense wait. Do you want to track all those photos from the Japanese in Ridge Farm, please?
- I don't find it specially serious.
- Why? Don't you think it's serious that a girl from 2020 is recorded in part of the Queen 1975 footage?
- If everything work out well, you'll end up appearing. There is no way to avoid it. History must change.
- I don't know, Fooling. If I could I would search myself each and every photo but you know that here Internet is still a dream.
- Easy, I'll do that for you. I'll searching them for you.
- I tried my best, I really did.
- And you exposed unnecessarily. You are too pretty and tempting, Black. What if Deacon hadn't appeared? Try not to be so impulsive, there are a lot of crazy people out there.
- It drove me mad thinking I had spoilt all again. For a moment I got to think that if the only thing that was needed was that crazy would fuck me to get what I wanted... Argh, I loathe having these thoughts.
- Well you don't have to. You tried to work it out with what you had at hand and the only thing to exchange with this mean guy was you. You aren't to blame nor look so beautiful neither the Japanese take photos whatever it moves. I don't want you to think about it anymore.
- I'm trying to behave myself. I won't fail anymore.
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