TURN BACK THE TIME, BABE. BOOK 2. KINGS WILL BE CROWNED (ENGLISH VERSION)

LOVE DOESN'T WORK FOR ME

The post show party, just finished the first leg of the tour, was guessed as a long and numerous party. The "lucky" girl to whom Ratty gave my backstage pass could have a glimpse of how crowded would be the post show reception.

I, for my part, walked out the front door with everybody else with the weird feeling of having just watched Queen live music. After the great amount of shows I stood in mute witness, this was my first time. Just because that warm and raw feeling one could get when you find yourself shoved against other bodies so excited as you. Everyone chanting from the top of their lungs, shaking their heads with the guitar riffs. It was an unbeatable feeling and I must feel it.

Freddie's angry glance was another story. A first row was too great risk, we were practically touching the stage. It was normal he fixed on me on getting near, usual in someone who tried to watch their fan's faces. The miraculous part is that I wouldn't become a pile of ashes with his killing gaze.

That night I slept like a baby. I would never forget that show. I would buy the papers next morning and expect that the critics were excellent, that was the least. I collected again every critic that I gathered about the new album. A night at the opera didn't receive reviews from the most English music magazines when it was released because the band was remixing the record until the last moment, and therefore, there was no previous records or recordings to send to the media before it was officially released. They were running out of time.

15 days after its release I could find critics from most of the magazines about the record. It was its second week as number 1.

It was still raining all the time and despite the bad weather I forced myself to go out. I bought some papers and magazines and a baguette. It was 1 p.m. but I loved having breakfast at any time, I wouldn't skip that pleasure.

When I climbed the stairs and lifted my umbrella to open the door, I saw Freddie standing there with his arms folded.

Caught by surprise, I said hello shyly. He stared at me just a few seconds with serious face and moving his back away the wall, took my umbrella and closed it, quietly.

- Open the door. My ass is frozen -he just said.

I was aware of having my mouth open by the surprise. After the end of the tour party I imagined he would be in coma all day long, clutching the waist of his beloved David.

- Are you wet? -I looked at him after leaving all my things and put my umbrella to dry on the bathtub.

- No. I rather be angry.

- Of course you are wet -I said touching his drenched clothes-. I'm giving you a tshirt and a pair of pants. I'm sure they will suit you perfectly.

I walked to my wardrobe to search for something that could fit but Freddie grabbed my arm stopping any more movements.

- I've said I'm angry -he looked at me with mesmerizing persistence.

- I've heard you.

- Guess why?

A drop fell from his fringe and landed to the tip of his nose. And dangled there. He had his freezy hair, starting to curl. I guess that would piss him off too.

- Are you angry because your hair is starting to get wild? -I tried to guess a slight smile, knowing I was playing with fire with that joke. It was better not kidding about his hair, I knew it but anyway, Elideth sometimes could be very bold.

- No, I'm angry because I've just left my boyfriend on bed, sleeping like an angel to visit the devil.

- Am I the devil? -I pointed myself and I couldn't help laughing. Indeed that was a good joke.