ENZO EFSERYAN(FREDDIE MERCURY) IS A PROMISING MOVIE ACTOR WHO IS AT A CROSSROADS IN LIFE WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND PAULINE AMOS (MARY AUSTIN). APPARENTLY THE END OF IT ALL, IT WILL BE JUST THE BEGINNING OF A NEW LIFE FOR THE ACTOR.
MY PARTICULAR HOMAGE TO...
The sun crashed relentless on Enzo's face. It was like a blow of heat that made him sitting up confused. He curled up underneath the sheets again like a lazy kitten avoiding the annoying rays of light. On opening his eyes and touch the sheets with his nose, he knew something was different. It wasn't his bed linen or his smell.
He sat up and saw he wasn't in his bedroom. He started to recall lazily. He was still at Roger's home. He looked at his watch. 10 a.m.
He was naked from waist up but kept his panties and the black lace garter belt. He looked at himself with half naughty smile and unfasted it looking at himself in the full-lenght mirror.
- Ohhhh. Good morning, sleeping beauty. Are you satisfied with your image? -Roger said smiling coming over with a cup of steaming hot tea for him.
- Absolutely, darling -he answered wrinkling his nose flirty and throwing the lace aside with no shame at all.
- Here, two sugars. Take care, it's very warm.
- Fabulous. Thanks, love.
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- It would be fine if you cover yourself -he said mocking.
- I just have my fancy dress and honestly, I don't know where the miniskirt and the top were -he said matter of factly as though he had missed the bus ticket instead his clothes.
Roger grabbed a woman robe from the wardrobe and handed it to him. Enzo put it on without any more words.
- Do you remember what happened last night?
- Practically everything. I wasn't drunk. Well, a little bit -he waved with his fingers bringing the cup to his lips.
- You should remove your makeup -he smiled jokingly-.- It's awful for the skin going to sleep with makeup on. Well, I've heard my wife about it.
- I stayed at your home... -he started, trusting Roger would end up the sentence.
- Because you were too drunk and I thought it was a better idea. Any problem?
- Duncan...
- Duncan is downstairs waiting for you to wake up.
- And my husband...
- Tarek left.
- We didn't argue, did we? There are moments I can't quite put a finger on it about last night.
- Can't you remember your improvised perfomance singing Big Spender?
- Of course I remember. I wasn't drunk. Well, I was -he smiled again like a nice litte rabbit sipping his tea.
- Tarek left just after your performance.
- Oh, shit. There gonna be an argument at home. I know -he ran his hand through his short black hair.
