Too Much Love Will Kill You

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

*ITS DONE!
I love that I made that post yesterday and now I'm here with an update 😂🤦🏽‍♀️
But nevertheless, ITS HERE!
I think it turned out how I was planning (sort of), and I hope it sets up well for the final chapter coming soon. I'm still going to have a little drabble bit at the end about after the story finishes, but for now I hope you guys like this chapter. I'm sorry it's not my best work, I've just been distracted recently 🙃
Anyways, thank you all for your support, and I hope this is good enough 😂💕*

*JOHN'S POV*
*Eight Months Later*
"This is it, the final show." I sighed, peering out of our car window as we were driven towards the venue for the final show of The Magic tour. The tour accompanied our A Kind of Magic album, and tonight was the last show of 26 that we played all over Europe in the last two months. The tour did well, coming off of our success at Live Aid and all, and it was honestly one of the best tours we'd had in my opinion. The crowds, especially back at Wembley, we're all amazing, and we'd played to some huge audiences too, which was Fred's specialty. The final show was at Knebworth Park, and it was set to be the biggest show we've played yet. I know myself, Brian and Rog were excited (since we could get back to our normal lives for a while and relax after this show), but Freddie was seeming rather anxious leading up to today. He'd decided after his last visit with Dr Grant that tonight was going to be his final show. He couldn't run around on stage anymore, and it was becoming too much for him nowadays to play show after show for days on end. It was hard for him, to decide that he couldn't perform anymore. Performing is where Freddie came alive, where he released his stress, and enjoyed himself the most. He loved doing what he was, in a way, born to do. He was born to perform. He loved creating a show for the audience, and he loved the idea that we could make someone happy or help them forget a bad moment, just by playing a show for them.

"The final show ever." My husband breathed out as he leaned back further into the leather seat we were sat on, his eyes closing as he sighed. "I've let them down." He added, his voice barely above a whisper as my hand squeezed his tightly.

"You've not let anyone down Fred." I said seriously, needing him to know that this wasn't his fault. He couldn't help that he got tired quicker these days, and that running around on stage drained him more than it used to. "We knew this wouldn't last forever, and I think we're all a little worn out from touring so much anyway." I finished quietly.

"You're just trying to make me feel better with that bullshit aren't you?" Freddie smirked, peeling his eyes open as he tilted his head to face me.

"Maybe." I smirked back, leaning further into my seat too. "Is it working?" I quizzed.

"No." He scoffed back a laugh, a smile taking over his face as his eyes wandered over my features. "I don't want to tell them." He mumbled, his face falling as he sighed again, his eyes now trained on our hands.

"They're going to have to know love." I soothed, rubbing his hand with my thumb. "They'll understand."

"What if they don't?" Freddie asked softly, looking nervous as his eyes met mine once again. "What if they're angry, or upset with me because our career is about to be over?" He whispered.

"Hey, they'll never be angry with you Freddie. They know you can't help how you're feeling, and it's not going to be the end of our career. We can still make music. We just won't tour the albums, that's all." I soothed, my free hand cupping his chin to lift his gaze back on me. "There's nothing wrong with that." I added.

"Touring is what we do lovey." Freddie sighed again. "Our shows are what people know us for, and now they're just going to forget." He huffed. "There's no point in carrying on."

"Don't be stupid." I said seriously, earning his attention from the harshness in my tone. "They'll never forget Fred. They love us, they love you! People are still going to be fans of our music and of you, even if we don't tour anymore." I smiled softly, just wanting to make him feel better. Of course touring is what a band does, but it doesn't have to be the be all, end all of someone's career. Plenty of bands or acts have stopped touring and still kept selling records. I know Freddie was worried, he knew that a Queen live show is something everybody wanted to see (mainly to see him perform), but our fans and our audience are still going to support us as a band whether we tour again or not. I know they will, because it's Freddie's voice they love, not how many tours we do.