Tak jsem konečně po dlouhé době vydala druhou část, příjemné čtení :)

Co by se stalo, kdyby Queen jak je známe vůbec neexistovali? Každý z členů by si žil svůj život až do osudného dne, kdy se všechno změní .

Uvažovali jste někdy nad tím jaké by to bylo kdyby byl Váš matikář úžasný? Ne... Chyba !Časové údaje jsou jiné než v realitě, takže na to prosím berte ohled!

Věřím tomu že všichni máme rádi Queen a Bo-rhap cast a přesně na těchto osm lidí a jejich okolí tu budou jednodílovky Cover dělala úžasná @delilah_freddie

Hello! This is my second book about Queen. In this book you can choose what do you prefer about Queen. Enjoy!

Série jednorázových povídek o Freddiem Mercurym, vše v konceptu vzpomínek na Freddieho smrtelné posteli. :) 1. I always loved you - Brian May. 2. Kitty in the snow - Delilah 3. The Protector (PÍŠE SE) - Kashmira 4. The story of the mango in the bottle (VE FÁZI PLÁNOVÁNÍ) - Assam, jeden z Freddieho kamarádů na indickém internátu.

Co by kdyby album Queen nikdy oficiálně nevyšlo... "Myslím, že ji miluju," sdělí mi Brian. "Pořád o tobě mluví," usměju se na něj. Jenže Brian najednou rychle nahlédne za roh a spatří líbající se dvojici. Brianovi oči se zalijí slzami a jakoby se v něm něco zlomilo. Na to rychlým krokem odchází pryč. Přeju hezké početní, vy závisláci na Queen 😂💖 VAROVÁNÍ: někdy sprosté výrazy, ale pochybuji, že to řešíte 🤷‍♀️😂💖

"I wonder, Freddie... Is to have had and lost better than not having at all? What do you think?"

Marjorie finally fulfilled her lifelong dream of moving to London, England. Unfortunately, two months later she's running out of money, she can't find a job, and her only real friend is fellow American Joe Fanelli.

"Come here" he said, patting the piano bench where he was sitting. He started playing something as she approached and sat next to him. ..."She may be the face I can't forget The trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the price I have to pay She may be the song that summer sings Maybe the chill that autumn brings Maybe a hundred different things Within the measure of a day... She may be the beauty or the beast May be the famine or the feast May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell She may be the mirror of my dreams A smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may seem Inside her shell..." "Go on" he mouthed, as he continued playing. She already felt the tears welling up her eyes, but she did as he said. "He, who always seems so happy in a crowd Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No one's allowed to see them when they cry... He may be the love that cannot hope to last May come to me from shadows in the past That I'll remember 'till the day I die.. He maybe the reason I survive The why and wherefore I'm alive The one I'll care for through the rough in many years Me, I'll take his laughter and his tears And make them all my souvenirs And where he goes I've got to be The meaning of my life is..." She stopped, as he played the last notes. "..She.." he whispered. "..He.." she smiled.