THROUGH THE MADNESS, THROUGH THE TEARS

Freddie's slim and strong body swaggered with the same explosive power. Who would have thought he submitted to an intense sexual activity all night long and part of the morning. His voice didn't suffer yet the problems that would harassed him later on. He still could stand the harsh regime of daily shows. He was so powerful, with so many subtleties.

I found myself sitting and watching the concert quietly with my knees in tight. My cunt hadn't yet recovered, I smiled with naive joy while my eyes looked at his eyes, his huge hands caressing the microphone. And of course, his tense erection with no underwear at all lifting a few inches the satin fabric of his white pants. For Christ's sake, didn't he feel ashamed? How could he be walking around like this so naturally in front of his mates and audience?

My calm was tense. Like the quiet moment and dropping one guard of a bank robber before sliding his hood down his head.

Freddie was starting off Jailhouse Rock. It was the ending and I stood up to leave.

I walked quietly not looking back while his sensual and fierce voice slapped my ears. And it went on and on till I couldn't hear it anymore. I walked out the theatre and rushed across the 218 yards distance to the hotel.

I had packed up except a couple of things that I put into quickly. I had paid humbly the damages in our room, it was the right thing to do.

I placed my suitcase over my lap and took out the phone from my bag. Turn back the Time flickered with energy on the screen. The application was open.

I clicked 2020 and the right date. A tear touched down the screen.

- Forgive me, my love.

As Freddie said in his shocking sensible love song, It's a hard life. "I did it for love".

TO BE CONTINUED...