TURN BACK THE TIME, BABE. BOOK 7. THE WILL TO CARRY ON

IT WAS ALL MEANT TO BE, YEAH

FREDDIE POV

Videoclips were something really exhausting. At a different level than a live performance, of course. They hadn't that rush of adrenaline that kept you floating away high above the rest of the world for even hours. Taking part in videos it was like our own immersion in movies world and it was sure none of us were or aimed to be actors. But from my childhood days while I was in Panchgani boarding school, I got a type of attachment to the old Hollywood movies and it was wonderful just to plunge deep into that world. Well, it would be ok being just a simple extra in some of those Cecil B de Mille's epic biblical movies.

Despite the fact that last night I was deeply disappointed and some strange apathy took over me and made me to leave pretty soon, this Friday 24th I returned to the Copacabana. Something drove me into there and I didn't know why I had to be precisely the same place as last night.

This time around Phoebe, Prenter and Straker joined me. David Wigg was also going to be there but something came up the last minute. The club was slightly more overcrowded than last night. Chris Lucas, The Catacombs's great dj played all that music we loved but actually I didn't usually go to the dance floor. I only did it when I found myself extremely comfortable with someone. I would rather to stay in my beautiful corner holding my Stolichnaya glass.

The truth is that night there was a very sexually charged atmosphere around or maybe it was just me. My eyes laid inmediately on a man and stood up my seat as though someone had pinched my ass.

- Freddie, are you ok? -Phoebe asked me.

- Of course, darling. I'm coming back.

I stepped closer the target of my visual attack. I'll be damned, he was the picture of Burt Reynolds, one of my sexual fantasies. Was it him? Or was his twin brother?

I took up a stand, pretty close. Only two or three sweaty bodies to close the distance between us. I watched his profile and checked out closer he didn't look like the american actor so much. He had a beautiful moustache and something came from that strong and powerful body. It wasn't something purely sexual, though also, but a beautiful aura around him. He held a bottle of beer and from time to time took short sips. He bent over the bar lightly, leaning his stomach on it and whispered some words to the waiter's ears. They both laughed. He had a dimple on his cheek. I had stared at him enough. I had to play my cards.

- Hello -I simply greeted touching his bared shoulder.

He turned around and after looking at me from head to toe with serious face, greeted me back. His way of looking at me, turned me on instantly. His slow stare was penetrating and direct, with no tricks. But it was not intimidating either.

- My name is Freddie.

- Jim.

- Do you often come here?

- Sometimes.

It was not the first time I started to flirt in a place like this though lately I preferred to just stare at the people, just to choose and delegate Prenter to bring my preys to my territory. But that time I just needed to come up and take over the flirting session. I felt like flirting with him but I didn't want him to feel awkward, I rather to show my low profile.

- I'm buying you a drink -I told him stepping closer.

- I've just started my beer. Thank you.

I liked his reply, I liked his voice with that irish accent, I liked his puppy dog nice eyes that didn't seem impressed at all. I liked every inch of that man.

He seemed to be more private than shy, I loved that too. And he could pretend wonderfully or he hadn't any clue about me. It was perfect. I was so thrilled that I broke my decorum rules and low profile and stepped closer his ear to let him hear my words perfectly.