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SURPRISE BITCHES. Another update. Because I love you all. 

Links in my bio. I'll always mention them, so you might as well do ONE of them, yano :)

 Anyway, please enjoy this one. And as always... let me know what you thinkkkkk. 

C. Bijou x

//

~ a kid in a candy store ~

Playlist:

"Rebel Rebel" - David Bowie
"Dazed and Confused" - Led Zeppelin
"Dancing Machine" - The Jackson 5
"Layla" - Derek & The Dominos
"The Hustle" - Van McCoy

November 21st, 1975 – Taunton, England.

Freddie

"Thank you all, you beautiful, beautiful people!"

With the final notes of our performance reverberating through the air, a collective roar of adoration erupted from the crowd, washing over us like a tidal wave of energy and affection. The atmosphere was electric, crackling with anticipation and shared euphoria. It was a moment that transcended mere music, binding us together in a tapestry of love and connection.

As I stood there, basking in the radiant glow of the stage lights, a wide grin stretched across my face. The applause was deafening, a symphony of devotion that resonated deep within my soul. Each outstretched hand, each exuberant cheer, was a testament to the profound impact we and our music had on the lives of those who stood before us.

The boys, my brothers in arms, flanked me on either side, their beaming smiles mirroring my own. We revelled in the collective energy of the crowd, our hearts pulsating in sync with their unwavering support. It was a moment of pure exhilaration, a celebration of the unbreakable bond between performer and fan.

But I never saw them as mere fans, for that term seemed far too clinical, too detached to encapsulate the depth of our connection. They were more than that—they were an extended family, united by a shared love for our music and a mutual understanding of the power it held. Their unwavering devotion fuelled our creativity, their presence breathing life into every chord and lyric we crafted.

As I surveyed the sea of faces before me, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. The ribbons of banners that fluttered above their heads, the tears of joy that glistened in the eyes of the front-row girl—it was all emotional fuel, like we had achieved something greater than just completing a few albums. Their support and adulation were the lifeblood that coursed through our veins, propelling us forward on this journey.

As we made our way backstage, the energy of the crowd still buzzing in our ears, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. The performance had been electric, the fans cheering and screaming their hearts out. We were on top of the world, and the camaraderie amongst us was palpable.

Paul trailed behind me soon after I crossed the threshold, attending to my every need with a professional air. I couldn't help but tease him, knowing he was always there, ready to cater to my whims. "Paul, my dear, you're becoming quite indispensable," I jested, flashing him a charming smile.