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

THERE'S A HEARTBEAT PULSE THAT KEEPS ON PUMPING

AMANDINE POV

Munich was about Dragon attack's sensual chords as Freddie moved that gorgeus ass like a sexy kitten, Munich was the focal point from which he was going to give a different boost to his life, Munich was Winnie and Barbara, Munich was a dark alleyway and also neon lights, Munich was the depravity, the inspiration, alcohol and drugs, wild sex while he was looking for that love that never seemed to arrive.

That's what I thought Munich could mean to Freddie. But, would it be the same in this new history we had made up? He didn't have to look for love because he already had that real love with Elideth, with his son. With the life he had been forced to lead since he set his eyes on "our heroine". I denied myself on and on she was the singer's real love. It couldn't be. How different had become Freddie's life thanks to Turn back the Time? And, wasn't it terribly unfair?

Yes, those reflections were something only mine, I was aware of that. Nobody in the forum thought the same, nobody was able to look beyond that love story. Fooling had left behind those beautiful ideas about "changing the history less as possible" so long ago.

The truth is it was like walking on thin and fragile ice. If you stepped on it slightly harder, it might crack and you could rush into the frozen water and drown yourself. I had sensed it since I joined in this adventure only as member and now I was an active agent to being able to have an opinion and express it. The danger was always there. Not only owed to the absolutely brutal way in which Turn back the Time placed you in time, without any control about your destiny. It was as though the app challenged you from the minute one when you decided to be a time traveller. It was as though the app told you, "Ok, you've joined it, how can you deal with it?" The danger was one more element in this mission, maybe the most important.

But that didn't stop me from living every moment to the full. Quite the contrary, that dangerous feeling might be that salutary lesson that lit up my emotions in such a wonderful way. I was thrilled being in Munich. To be more specific, that Munich in which we were going to share with them and more specifically Tuchenpark Street, Hilton hotel in 1984. I was putting up with the flights, there was no other choice if you were part of Queen entourage. I felt very proud of myself because I could surrender that paralizing fear.

Freddie wore a white vest, his half liter pint at one side and his chain-smoking as he calmed down his stress. The stress of a neverending round of interviews. I admired Freddie every single minute but that shell he always wore before submitting himself to this was just admirable. I don't know if I could get it.

Taking into account it was going to be the first time that Freddie exposed himself to a wild round with journalists, Elideth didn't overkilled him so much with the amount of reporters she had admitted to the hotel. As usual in those kind of events, Mrs. Mercury in her role as press officer talked to each one of the journalists. She must know most of all by the way she treated them. She used to be the first face every reporter met before stepping into one of the rustic rooms of the hotel to do the interviews. And it was fascinating seeing her. Actually it was the first time I stared at Elideth doing her job and seemed to be someone quite capable.

Phoebe didn't go so far away the room in case Freddie required something. I came and went to a nearby room where Farrokh was taking his nap, so tired after so much activity. Every now and then I went there to make myself sure he didn't wake up and didn't feel alone in a strange place.

- Rudi? Wie geht's dir? Keine Sorge...

That Rudi could only be Rudi Dolezal and Elideth was talking to him by phone. I wasn't very cheerful to meet him again. Our last meeting was... I couldn't find words for that meeting. There were many things in such a short period time. Sometimes he was warm and funny, surely he didn't look like a regular Austrian guy as I could picture. But I guess he mistaked the terms with me and that enraged me. I was still enraged, actually.