TURN BACK THE TIME, BABE. BOOK 8. CHALLENGING THE DOORS OF TIME

MAKE MY LIFE WORTHWHILE

JIM'S POV

Euston, Shaw Theatre, Wednesday, 10th July, 1985. 3:00 pm

Live Aid project had finally come true and after months of negotiations and arrangements, the musician Bob Geldof had managed to make it a reality not without a million of troubles. In addition to the show that was going to take place at Wembley Stadium a few days later, at the same time was going to be played another show at JFK Stadium in Philadelphia where a lot more artists would do their bit to this wonderful goal. Raising money to stop the famine in Ethiopia.

The Irish singer had enlisted BBC to set up a satellite link with the States. As he put it, the event was "a global juke box". I got no idea about music and if I hadn't been with Freddie, most likely I wouldn't find out about this huge proyect even though everybody was talking about it. At first it looked like an impossible mission of a crazy musician turned into philanthropist but as the rock stars were joining in, it seemed that it could become a larger than life event. Something never arranged before at that level.

The band had rented the Shaw theatre to rehearse for three days, hours and hours till they were all spent. Since our last conversation when Freddie had proposed me to move with him and my rejection, it could say our relationship had cooled down a bit.

I was aware of he was disappointed about my rejection but, what did he expect? I wasn't rejecting him but his sudden proposition. It was easy for him doing those things. Expecting me to be flattered to turn into the only lover whom he had asked something so serious. Living together.

I was not sure he was aware of what he was suggesting me. Of course I couldn't feel flattered. My feelings were very different and I knew Freddie couldn't understand them. I was falling in love with him pretty quickly and I couldn't refrain myself anymore and that for a start got me restless. I didn't want going so fast. I just needed more time.

My independence surely was a plus for me and if that meant a problem for him, I suspected things were going to be real tough.

He had returned from Munich and didn't even call me though I didn't dare to call him either. We were not angry with each other, far away from it, that's what I thought. But Freddie just went back to his beloved "German paradise" that seemed not willing to leave behind.

I didn't want him to leave it behind. He had spent over two years living there and it was such an important part of his life. It helped to strenghten his confidence to be able to live the way he wanted. Without inhibitions. But I couldn't help associate Winnie with Munich. And the German cook got me restless. I wanted to keep my jealousy at bay but it was not easy.

Nevertheless, I struggled to think positive. Freddie had promised me there was no more Winnie-Freddie as a couple and wanted to believe him. I tried the mistrust couldn't spoil everything between us. Because if there was mistrust, nothing could go on.

I found out thru Peter that Freddie was with the band rehearsing pretty hard for Live Aid at Shaw theatre and I took the bus to get there after work. I wanted to take a look at their rehearsings and talk a while. I had missed him and wanted to make sure I was still important for him. Despite my rejection.

Peter led me to a quiet place from where I could watch the rehearsings without being seen. I didn't want to attract attention though actually it wasn't very crowded in those sessions. However, there were several people from the press and some cameras rolling. Miami was talking to some journalists and meanwhile, the band was rehearsing, deeply engrossed in their work.

- Here you are, a beer -Peter handed it to me as I was self absorbed watching them.

- Oh, thanks. You're very kind.