CHALLENGING THE TIME SEEMS TO BE NOT A GREAT IDEA BUT, COULD BE ANY OTHER WAY TO TRY TO SAVE FREDDIE'S LIFE WITHOUT EXPOSING YOUR OWN SKIN? DO YOU WANT TO FIND OUT HOW FAR OUR HEROINES ARE WILLING TO GO TO ACHIEVE THEIR HIGHEST GOAL?
"Thank God that's over", Freddie's firsts words after Queen played Live Aid, 13th July 1985.
WISHFUL-THINKER 10'S POV
I didn't fully understand those Freddie's straight forward and succinct words summing up that cathartic experience, so hard to repeat.
But now that I was part of his life, I had cried and laughed with him, he had been my primary goal since such a long time, I was in the mood to understand him better. That show was not ordinary, those bands in quick sucession getting on the stage, performing and getting off giving the baton to the next one, those 74.000 people roaring like a stormy sea in that hot July day. That was not an ordinary experience. They would never lived through something alike and I was just over the moon, sweaty and flushed like a little school girl as Queen turned into the masters of Wembley Stadium.
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But before getting there, some things had happened...
FREDDIE'S POV
We gotta meet up Miami to take stock of what we had been achieved the last few months. We got reasons to be satisfied because our tours had been successful but the States were still there, like a thorn in our flesh. It was such a huge market with seemingly a lot of faithful fans but we had decided not back down and if they didn't regard us enough rockers just because we had a laugh doing a video, they didn't deserve being our fans. We would punish them with our indifference and that meant not touring across America.
That still was a topic of discussion. Not everybody thought the same about that decision. Miami dwellt upon the fact we shouldn't look back in anger because we were talking about millions and millions of dollars. We liked the money as the next man but it was not our primary pretense. Even if the American market was pretty tempting to turn ourselves a little bit richer.
Miraculously there was still agreement in the band about not touring the States. Though our bitterness about some part of American's puritan minds, then again quite a large part of them, had diminished a lot. That scar was healed. Those lashings stayed with the rest of British's press lashings, we were used to that. I, particularly, got a clear vision why we couldn't care less about trying to win American's hearts again.
We certainly weren't at our best as a band. We had been through that before. The most important crisis happened while we were recording Hot Space. But now we had replaced the arguments, the tongue-in-cheek comments, the yearning to hurt ourselves with a sort of quiet and terrible apathy. We were proud of our record, it sold pretty well, more than Hot Space so the record company and we could be relieved, the long and on-off tour in general terms was successful even for the reviewers. And besides, my solo album, apart from I was born to love you single, that had been a little hit, passed unnoticed. So there was no chance to an ego battle among us.
Nevertheless since our unfortunate performing in Southafrica shows, the boycott we've been submitted by the musicians Union and how our fellow peers ignored us not calling us to join Band Aid, had discouraged us about the future. Our wound was still bleeding.
