"And then what happened, Cherie? Take your time remember.... you are under oath","
The lawyer probes further with a smug smile set on her face.
I clear my throat with a nervous cough and lean into the microphone that is now connected to the police...
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Running out onto the stage we are greeted with a thunderous eruption of applause and screams. My heart is pumping a million times per minute- I can't believe my ears. Still, I keep my cool-guy persona and sit at the piano, fiddling with the tuning quickly before beginning. We only have twenty minutes to wow them. An audience who did not come specifically for us, yet they sound as loud as die hard fans. They couldn't have expected us, not with me being so injured- but that's the magnificence of it all. I'm here, I'm ready and I'll be better than ever.
"Mama, just killed a man... Put a gun against his head, Pull my trigger now he's dead...,"
Triggering my own bloody memories, I squeeze my eyes shut as I let my emotions flow into the music. I recall when I finally finished this song and sang it to Cherie. Instantly, she broke down in tears at the words and thoughts that came alive from my fears. It's an experience we will both never forget- it's raw and real.
"Carry onnn Carry on As if nothing really matters"
I think about my little family and the way we are now. It's so much better than when I was a monster who couldn't stop wetting his lips. I'm not letting them take this away from me. Not now, not ever.
"I don't wanna die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at aaaall..,"
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That's enough of that, I stand to my feet and puff out my chest while my fist shoots up to the sky. And good thing too, I don't think I could go on with the performance if my brain went any deeper. Just breathe, Fred. Nothing bad is gonna happen...
The music changes to Radio Gaga and I let Freddie Mercury take control of me. Using my microphone like a glittering rod of power, I strut across stage oozing dominance. Prancing back and forth to the beat and shimmying all around- I feel great! I feel amazing! I feel the fire rolling through me- how could I ever say I wanted to give this up?!
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