A Piece of My Heart

Part 16:Paul

*** A short chapter my friends.  To be honest, he doesn't deserve much more, but needed for the story to progress.

Paul's P.O.V.

That little bitch. She has some nerve starting up with him now just when I thought I was getting somewhere. I can't allow this to happen. She's going to spoil all my plans. 

It took me years to get where I am. I am personal manager to Freddie Mercury and loving it. The band hates me and I don't know why. They say I have an undue influence over Freddie, but Freddie is by no stretch of the imagination stupid. If he doesn't want to do something he wouldn't and nothing I could ever say could get him to change his mind. True, I introduced him  to the clubs he hadn't been too, drugs he hadn't tried and men he hadn't fucked. So what?  He thinks he's bisexual and maybe he is, but I will always try to steer him in the direction of men. I hate women and want him to hate them as well. 

Why do I hate women, you might ask? Well, I'll tell you. My mother was a bitch, my sisters are bitches and my father was never around.  I was the youngest child in my family, a change of life baby I heard my sisters saying,  The accident they called me. My mother hated me because she was getting on in age and my sisters had nothing to do with me, I was basically always on my own. They dressed me in their hand-me-down clothes and sent me to school like that. The girls in school thought me weird and the boys ridiculed me. I was terrible in sports, an average student but I had a propensity towards music. Although I  hadn't any instrumental skills, I loved music and as soon as I was able, I was going to leave home, be on my own and hopefully, dabble in music, one form or another.

I won't bore you with my mundane life as I reached manhood and left home for Belfast.  I was gay and had no problem with it. I don't give a shit about my family, I don't consider myself having one. My one night flings satisfied me anyway and I was content sexually although I think I would like a long term relationship. I became one of Belfast's first  disc jockey and fell in love with  Queen-Freddie Mercury in particular. I made it my life's ambition to worm my way into the Queen organization and  get close to Freddie. I'll make myself so indispenable to him that he will never let me go, the hell with anybody else.

I'm not really a mean guy but I just want what I want, well maybe a little mean.  Is it evil to pop little girls balloons in the street or zoo? I took immense pleasure in that. Listening to them scream as the unsuspecting mothers had no idea of what transpired as I hurried away. Is it really evil to place dog shit in a paper bag, leave at my sister's front door and set it on fire, ring the doorbell and run away?  Watching at a safe distance as she opens the door and steps on the bag trying to extinguish the flames. That's funny, right? I hate my sister.

Thoughts of Cynthia

I want him all to myself and I know that will never happen. Freddie's sex drive is enormous and no one person could ever satisfy him, but she did two years ago. That threatened me.  He was truly falling for her. Watching his anger and moodiness  when she left as he talked about her years ago was difficult enough, but I was in love with him and wasn't going to let anybody get in my way. Remembering how I first heard about it through  her assistant Rosalie at the bar.  She got a little drunk and was telling people around her how unhappy she was to return to New York but had to because her boss had medical problems. It was complicated because her boss had developed feelings for a rock star and was afraid to get further involved not knowing what her diagnosis would be. It wouldn't be fair to him and she wouldn't be able to tolerate the grief. I bought her another drink and asked who this rock star was, but she tapped her nose saying drunkenly, "Uh, Uh, my lips are sealed, but his initials are FM." I'll never divulge that information. Never.

When I met Scott and Ryan at Heaven a couple of days ago, I knew exactly who they were. I even recognized Cynthia in the lobby of the Ritz as I hurriedly  pulled Freddie out of the hotel for fear he would walk up to her. Even without seeing her face, he was intrigued by her. What magnetic pull did she seem to have on him? I  never dreamed I would meet the assistants at Heaven or that they would divulge so much information to Freddie. I was panicking. I was pushing Freddie to go to Montreux  for the week and hopefully Cynthia would have left by then, but obviously, he had plans of his own.

I gotta think and think hard. What if I throw him a party with all his boyfriends, lovers. I'll find past and present boyfriends and spring it on him and see how she handles it. She probably doesn't know about him being bi. I'll even get Phoebe to help by telling him that we want to celebrate Fred and the band in advance of Live Aid, and needed his advice and help. Freddie kept past lovers as friends after their physical relationship ended so it really wouldn't be too hard to gather them. God, I hate her!

Winnie was in town and hadn't seen Fred as yet and Joe was always around. Peter was performing in the West End, so he was available. I'll even try to corral David Minns to revisit Freddie. Maybe I can get Peter Berlin, if he isn't making another porn film. And what's that French cyclist's name, Charles, I think. Yeah, Charles, from the Tour de France, but what was his last name? He was the inspiration for Bicycle Race. Yes, that's him. Oh, it doesn't matter, there are countless others I can round up. Hmm, what about that airline steward, Murphy, John Murphy, that's it.

We will all give the band a rousing send- off wishing them luck. That's it. If I can coerce the band to get involved, all the better, it would seem more convincing. I'll get rid of that little bitch.

Now to orchestrate it.