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My lovies, to me, the above song is one of the most romantic ever to be penned, both in lyrics and music. I searched for a male singer and selected Rod Stewart. Fast forward to 36 seconds and listen from there. Freddie would have knocked this one out of the park. TBH, the best version is female, so please listen after the chapter and tell me which one you like better. Please make sure you play the above when you come to ** paragraph. Thank you.💖
"Freddie, can I come out now?" Carolyn asked softly.
Without saying a word to her, he removed the chair, opened the shower door and handed her his yellow terry robe. Averting his eyes from her semi-naked appearance and viewing the soapy artistry on his shower door, Freddie smiled inwardly as he handed her a towel for her hair. She's quite a little minx he thought as he laid a Queen t-shirt and pair of track suit bottoms on his bed and walked out of his room closing the door.
Carolyn's POV
As I towelled dried my hair walking around his bedroom, I marveled at the splendor. He does have exquisite taste. I did remember at one time reading some commentary of yellow being his favorite color, well I guess the reporters got that one right for a change. A memory of my mother's beloved yellow roses came to mind and I wondered why I thought of that right now. The memory of my mother's yellow roses intrigued me and also disturbed me at the same time, why was it such a strong thought as I walked around his bedroom. All of a sudden I was aware of a strong fragrance, maybe that's why my mother's roses came to mind. The fragrance got stronger as I approached a set of large double doors. Curiously, I opened the doors to be astounded by what appeared before for me. I couldn't explain this if I tried.
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This is his closet and dressing room, wow. All those mirrors! It reminded me of a fun house at a carnival, but my making faces in the mirrors didn't distort. I wanted to touch the doors, caress them, but I was afraid my fingerprints would be left and he would have a fit, he's such a fuss budget about his things, everything must be pristine. Behind those closed doors housed Freddie Mercury's resplendent costumes and I'm assuming his everyday clothes. But there was one door at the far end of the dressing room that had a keyhole. What treasures lie behind that door or maybe it was a safe with all his money? Nope, I disregarded that thought because I heard that he never carries money on his person, so why would he have any behind closed doors? Nevertheless, what could be hidden behind those mirrored doors that needed lock and key?
