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It's taken a minute to get this out, but here's an update! I hope some tension will be relieved now, so you can stop shouting at me in the comments (joking, I love everybody who reads this, especially all of those who leave comments. I love comments. Comments are the best.) 

Please let me know your thoughts throughout as always! 

C x

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~ PERSONAL HEAVEN ~

December 16th, 1975 – Glasgow, Scotland

Maria

In the heart of the pulsating energy that was the final Glasgow show of the tour, I stood just offstage, a vantage point that allowed me to witness the spectacle unfolding before me. The stage was bathed in a cascade of vibrant lights, casting a mesmerising tapestry of colours that danced in rhythm to the music. The crowd stretched out before me like a sea of exuberant souls, each face a canvas painted with anticipation and awe.

The final notes of "Jailhouse Rock" reverberated through the air, eliciting a raucous wave of cheers from the audience. Their fervour was contagious, a palpable energy that crackled in the air, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride welling up within me. These were the moments that underscored just how far Queen had come, how deeply their music had resonated with people from all walks of life.

As the last chords of "Jailhouse Rock" dissolved into the ether, a seamless transition swept through the stage. The opening chords of "God Save the Queen" rang out, a powerful and stirring invocation that commanded the attention of everyone present. Brian's fingers moved deftly across his guitar strings, conjuring a melody that was at once reverent and commanding. Roger's drumming thudded like a heartbeat, grounding the performance with a steady rhythm.

And then, as if on cue, a chorus of voices rose from the audience—a collective declaration that echoed with pride and unity. The national anthem lyrics became a shared anthem, a tribute to both the band and the nation that they hailed from. The air was alive with the sound of thousands of voices singing as one, a harmonic convergence that resonated deep within my chest.

"God save our gracious Queen
Long live our noble Queen
God save the Queen."

I glanced out at the audience from my vantage point. Faces lit by the stage lights were a mosaic of emotions—joy, exhilaration, and a sense of belonging. There were people of all ages, from different walks of life, united by a common love for the music that Queen was delivering with such passion. I saw young couples swaying together, older fans nodding their heads with knowing smiles, caught up in the magic of the moment.

"Send her victorious
Happy and glorious
Born to reign over us."

Amidst the sea of faces, I caught glimpses of the individual stories that comprised the collective tapestry of Queen's audience. There was a girl with tears in her eyes, mouthing the words to the anthem with an intensity that was palpable. A group of friends had their arms slung around each other's shoulders, their camaraderie a testament to the bonds forged through music. A man in a Queen t-shirt was belting out the lyrics with unbridled enthusiasm, his voice joining the chorus in a harmonious cacophony.

"God save the Queen!"

As the anthem reached its crescendo, my voice joined the chorus from the wings, blending with the harmonies that enveloped the venue. Beside me, Reid, who had been intently observing, added his own baritone to the mix, his voice infusing the melody with a deep resonance. The convergence of our voices felt like an affirmation, a silent recognition of the significant of the moment we were all a part of.