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?
I had tried but the dialogue proved to be useless. I wouldn't go on with that attempt if it came to be a failure. I didn't give up easily, it was just I truly believed my relationship with Freddie would turn into a playfulness and didn't feel like it at all. Nevertheless, there were a lot of ways to finish a relationship and it was not the right one. I would rather breaking up coming to blows and losing each other's respect than that indifference which Freddie had forced me into.
But if he wanted to finish what we had just started that way and for me it was extremely important, I got no choice to claim anything in my defence anymore. He had stolen away from me any chance to fight for us.
That Saturday I was free in the barber shop and the morning was scorching hot. It didn't really invite me to take a walk to clear my mind.
My tiny flat was not an especially pleasant place to endure this high temperatures. But the place where the Tv set stood, couldn't even regard as a sitting room in the true sense, it was north-facing and it was the coolest place I could find.
John had told me that maybe he could stop by for a drink but it was not a definite plan. I was wandering around the house taking sips to my chilled tea and finally I switched on the Tv and plumped down on the couch.
A huge stage at Wembley Stadium had just built up to host the biggest display of artists ever met for a good cause. Status Quo was playing and the relentless sun was beating down on the enthusiastic crowd. A show at noon. It was certainly exotic.
The cameras were rolling on the royal box where the princes of Wales were sitting. Behind them Roger, Brian and David Bowie. Actually I had done David's hair some days ago. There was no trace of John and Freddie. It seemed to me weird the four of them were not there though thinking of it... Freddie never used to walk out of his home earlier than two p.m. He used to enjoy the night too much.
Just then the entry phone rang and I replied. Not a sound at the other side. It didn't feel strange, it used to happen. Confusions or just some child doing mischiefs. When I was going to sit on the couch again the door bell rang.
I thought it would be my ex boyfriend and opened the door the way I was wearing. Boxers and flip-flops. I stood agape when I saw Freddie standing there.
Nervous and dumbfounded, I slammed the door shut and hurriedly put on a tshirt and a pair of shorts. I didn't know the reason why my reaction. One might say at this stage our time looking stark naked was longer than wearing clothes. But I guess it was something very Me. A weird sense of decency.
I opened up the door again looking more presentable but just as nervous. I was not ready this morning to face Freddie Mercury in my own territory. He had never visited my humble flat and didn't think he would ever do. And less now when it supposed to be all over between us.
- What's that? You've slammed the door on my face -he said with half mocking smile.
- Sort of. I expected someone else.
- Ah ha, you were going to give a warm reception to someone else, half naked, huh?
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