ASHLEE-ELIDETH MISSION IS TAKING ITS COURSE BUT NOBODY SAID SAVING FREDDIE MERCURY WAS GOING TO BE AN EASY TASK. WOULD YOU LIKE READ ON HER ADVENTURES?
HI, MY LOVIES. I'M SORRY FOR INTERRUPT MY CRAZY SCHEDULE OF DAILY PUBLISHING. IT WAS GETTING VERY DEMANDING FOR ME AND I WANTED TO TAKE A SORT OF HIATUS TO ARRANGE OTHER WRITINGS. I'M BACK AND I HAVE TO TELL YOU I'VE MISSED YOU EVERY DAY. I LOVE YOU ALL. 🙋♀️😍
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Day one of the tour and the scenery was the usual. We were like ingredients in a boiling stew. Roger and I refraining our desires, Freddie wrapped up in Killer and Mark and his imposing anatomy and Killer showing off the most beautiful pregnancy I had ever seen and trying to walking a tightrope without falling. None of us seemed to get it right with our own instincts.
Both Mark and I travelled with them as two more members of the entourage and there were two other reporters, friends of the band, that also had that privilege. Of course it was "my privilege" as the chief coordinator of the mission. Being able to share their time 24 hours a day but I watched the calendar and I couldn't imagine finish that tour in one piece. The first day I was knackered mentally speaking.
But whenever the show began, there was always a wild emotion. Every night. Although it was work and I couldn't let myself go as the real fan I was, the shows were the key part, the grasp to have a balance. In a tour you normally lose that balance on and on.
I never got tired of watch them, in spite I did it numerous times. Sometimes their concerts went along with my happiness moments, other times served as escape of my own troubles. When Freddie and I didn't work well I turned myself into someone different, someone prompt to make mistakes. And I was obsessed with not failing.
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If Freddie vanished with Killer to emerge some minutes later, she usually arranging him carefully his troublesome catsuits with not a single wrinkle, he was looking with loving eyes at her as she was always taking care of him. Well, that was perfect in a way.
Of course I had to take into account the interest of the mission and a straight Freddie was a good thing, although I didn't know how long would be last. It was hard to imagine those two taking care of a new born baby, really. Despite these two together meant just the typical troubles in such a unique couple and the mission was not in danger, quite the opposite, my jealousy ran wild.
The discovery of the jealous Elideth Polley stunned me. In the past I only felt shy pangs of pain. I didn't even call myself Ash when I talked to myself. In fact I used to avoid the reflection. I felt as slowly but surely I came back to the dangerous territory from I ran away in 1974 to get back 2020. Frightened, weakened, violenty sick of love.
Killer was not capable to be a watcher in this mission. As long as Freddie would be with her, his wild nights were a thing of the past. But we both know that could never be realized.
One thing was Freddie accepting his paternity and another one flirting with anybody he could fancy. The collaboration between Killer and I now could be positive taking into account Freddie and I didn't talk to each other. But at the end not only I had to keep on watching Freddie but also Killer herself. In her effort to have her hand in everybody's pie, I tried to make sure she didn't do anything unproper in her new pregnant state.
