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

IS THIS THE WORLD WE CREATED...?

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Well, this is once again one of my "bridge" chapters. Honestly, as some of you have already guessed about my books, one of my favourite hobbies is writing arguments. I really enjoy them. So there you have one of those. Enjoy... or whatever. Love you all. 🥰

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FREDDIE POV

The record was almost finished and it seemed very obvious it was our return to rock. Particularly Brian seemed to be hungry for this sound and his guitar screamings featured prominently in all his contributions. It looked like he wanted to make up lost ground with Hot Space.

We were in Musicland finishing up to polish, it could mean hours and hours of arguments under our dear Mack's always wise and watchful eyes.

John spent some days with us but right away he returned London. His fourth son was just born; Joshua, and he rather spent all the time possible with the family till Works promotion started.

Too bad because he missed one of our memorable fights. I was wondering all the time what he would have said. Deaks was that kind of person who kept his mouth shut while there were screamings or things flying in the air. And suddenly he spoke out a sentence and it seemed to sum it up in a few words. It's like he could teach a lesson to each one of us. I missed him.

The reason of our argument didn't even have to be a reason to fight. Brian's song I go crazy. It was an outtake from The Game record and it was left over in Bri's personal catalogue. But he suggested it could fit into this rock record, more rock than The Game. Nobody thought it fitted and we could be painfully honest about our likings and dislikings.

- Why are you bringing out that shit? Do you think I lost my memory? You know what we're thinking about it -Roger said with no ceremonies.

- It's not a shit. That for a start -Brian turned against him, pissed off.

Brian was the most empathic man in the universe. Kind to the extrem. But in a studio and working with instruments, deadlines and levers in mix tables, he turned into a dangerous hydra. Well, we all were in some level or another.

- So take back what you've just said, idiot.

- I won't do it. There's no place for it now either. We ruled it out three years ago.

- I've said take back about it's a shit or I will crash my beer bottle on your head.

- Do it -he challenged him, standing up from his chair.

- Rog, take it back. Don't be stubborn.

Freddie Mercury the peacemaker, it used to be my role most of the time. I loved to fight as the next man because wonderful ideas came from each new argument, but the team work meant apologizing from time to time.

- Why do I have to take it back? I've just spoken out my mind.

- You can speak out your mind without insults. Come on.

- Fuck... I'm sorry. I go crazy is bloody marvellous.

- I don't want you to tell me it's fucking marvellous. Just respect my work.

- Oh, Brian. Stop being so unbearable, will you? I've already apologized. Let's get on with it.

- Well, put your irony into cold storage. I'm fucking pissed about it.

- It's enough, children.

- Freddie, I'm just saying the guitar intro is very good...

- Just in case nobody was going to say it.