Book 1. Finding A Way.

An unforgettable concert

In the backstages.

-Can you give me an autograph Freddie, asked Phil Collins.

-It's for you, wondered the interested.

-No; it's for my kids, specified the other with a large smile.

The Queen singer sneered gently because even if it was just a trivial detail, it always amused him that some children preferred another artist to their own parents.

-You should have broutht them, he said signing his autograph. It would have been easier.

-It was impossible since I went straight to the Philadelphia concert after this one. And then, I know your reputation with children.

Freddie tilted his head on the side visibly taken aback.

-What are you insinuating Phil? I love kids.

-Yes only five minutes, but I saw you with Brian's children and you obviously wanted to cry out for help, added his interlocutor mischievously.

They laughed together; it was better to joke to reduce the tensions due to this concert. Behind the scenes where everyone listened or getting ready to go on stage, no one was as serious than Queen; Freddie always had a good musical ear and he knew at the first minutes those who played for the good cause or just out of a feeling of obligation.

Each of he two musicians give each other their blessing although Phil Collins had already done his performance then the rockstar gone to find his man who had disappeared he didn't know where.

-Find your barber in the middle of all these famous person shouldn't be very complicated, he murmured to himself.

Indeed it didn't take him long to see Jim in front of David Bowie's van, and so he was just in company! Freddie went to join them then arrived at the Irishman's neck, he wrapped his arm around it.

-You dare to make me infidelity darling, he demanded in a playful tone.

-Ho it's you, wondered Jim. Sorry I just fell on David by accident.

-Jostled would be more exact, responded the other singer severely. But I guess not everyone is used to being caught in so much euphoria, he added with an indecipherable voice.

-Wow you're very chic my dear, exclamed Freddie. Even with those drops of sweat on your face, you could still do a fashion show.

David smiled then made a disapproving hand gesture.

-I prefer to confine myself to satisfying my audience with everything I have. It would be a shame if I stole your trademark.

-Should I be jealous, replied the singer, laughing. No need for me to introduce you Jim, I think you've met before?

Bowie scanned the Irishman from head to toe with an ambiguous look and shook his head.

-No...his face doesn't mean anything to me.

-Excuse me, blurted out Jim stunned. Who cut your hair last week?

-In any case my dear Freddie you better go get ready, resumed David without even having heard the question. It's soon your turn.

-I can't wait to be on stage, said the interested clapping his hands. I'll see you after the concert.

David rubbed his left shoulder as a sign of encouragement then disappeared in his van. The poor Jim was completely dumbfounded, it was the most strangest meeting he had ever experienced.

-Won't this guy be on another planet, he asked to his boyfriend.

-It's called Bowie elegance my dear, frankness with panache.