A night at the opera was such a big turning point that it really gave me chills when I thought about it. I knew that Reid was betting on the winning horse and he knew it too but in those previous months before publishing the record, nobody knew it. So far the record was extremely expensive with so many studios and the pressure was there.
That's why they had more arguments than usual, although they were always finding a productive way to keep going. In spite of their particular circumstances not very enviable as for the stress, they were four musicians at their prime in terms of inspiration, always providing ideas to make this record bigger. Something worthed Reid's trust.
I watched it all quietly with my spoiler already made. I knew the end was happy although we had still to wait a little bit longer.
- Would you like to listen a little bit of Bohemian Rhapsody? -Freddie suggested sitting in front of the mixing desk with his inseparable Roy Thomas Baker.
We nodded thrilled. The atmosphere was electrifying and my hair too, I noticed as my short blonde locks were attracted to the palm of my hand as I twisted them between my fingers.
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
His soft and mysterious voice in those first lines pounded my ears in a special way. It didn't matter it was the 10598 time I was hearing that psychedelic intro, the emotion climbed up my throat, ruthlessly.
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and seeeeeee
The mixing of the different voices was still not there. It could only be heard the primitive Freddie's voice with its thousand subtlities and then it would be add Rog and Brian's rich voices. So far we only heard his voice and just now his wonderful piano.
I'm just a poor boy
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high Little low
Through our expectant ears that wonder was unwraping itself still incredibly stark. But just Freddie's voice, the piano and those lyrics turned my skin into a map full of spots.
Anyway the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me
To me
Freddie had his face framed between his hands staring at the joy sticks without looking up our reactions. He seemed self-absorbed in each one of the notes and I was sure he, a perfeccionist borderline the irritable, just saw the mistakes. Or any other way to make it better.
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