Exactly one hour before Queen was due to perform, as was his ritual, Freddie Mercury would find a place to do vocal warm-ups. On that particular day for the charity event, their dressing room was more crowded than usual. He needed a quiet place.
It was always the same: Freddie Mercury would walk around, adjust his clothes ensuring everything is in place, with light warm-ups, jumping up and down and a few push-ups to prepare himself physically for the show. No front man was more confident and aloof as him. Mercury gave off the sense of having graduated to the next stage of stardom, having the ability to manipulate his audience the way he does.
On that day he would remember, Freddie Mercury saw the band Sex Pistols approaching towards his way. He could not explain why the sight of the band, with their punk rock patent leather outfits, had caused his pulse to rise and a light sweat to break out on the back of his neck just then. It probably had to do when Sid came to listen to some of their songs in the studio and reacted like a moron that he is. Nevertheless, in one nonchalant motion, Freddie entered the nearest open space behind a curtain to escape.
He didn't recognize a single face as he stood at the back of the room. He was aware only of the sunlight that had an orange glow from the autumnal foliage outside. The space he was standing seemed full of a sweet viscous liquid, which he breathed in. In the orange glow of the sunset with heads bobbing up and down dancing to a routine, everyone was dancing unanimously to the beat.
Freddie found himself standing next to a girl with a familiar voice, then for no apparent reason, she had turned around and looked at him. He could tell it was Alice. The girl who approached him yesterday on stage before they did their soundcheck and later did her lovely adorable interview with Bob of BBC. All he could see were her pulp lips, her nose with its candy-pink nostrils and her two brown eyes that looked through him and held him speechless. For the eternity that Alice Ainsworth looked at him, Freddie Mercury looked back, and what he felt at that moment, was a strange warm, fuzzy feeling. They didn't exchange a single word.
When everyone started to whisper amongst them, clearly recognizing who he is, Freddie waved awkwardly to everyone with a smile and left. But in the hours that followed, Freddie knew he was more smitten then when he was yesterday. Even when he was performing on stage, her face was a faint shadow blasting through his brain as he sang Tie Your Mother to the crowd.
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Falling For Freddie (Freddie Mercury or Queen Fanfic)
Roman d'amour"Can you sayyyyy... HELLO?" Freddie asked his daughter eagerly. She was so small seating on his chest, she weighed like a feather to him. "Yello..." Elle cried back. Alice leaned to the side of the door, a grin formed on her face. Freddie could comm...
