ARE YOU GONNA LET IT ALL HANG OUT?

His disdainful glance wasn't something easy to take. It was Freddie's first disdainful glance to me and was shattering. I didn't know yet how could I walked upright after that shotgun. So far I didn't receive any scornful glance from him. I missed the way Freddie '84 looked at me. I missed him because Freddie '74 started to frighten me.

Ashlee, hold on a minute. Think over. Are you crazy? Are you confronting two Freddies? But they are the same person.

Roger's firm shaking through endless and rambling corridors returned me to real world. Although it could describe it like nightmarish world. He dragged me swiftly till we arrived his Alfa Romeo strategically parked at the trademan's entrance. I could notice Wendy's jumpsuit had torn apart at some seams at my hips.

- Wait, don't walk so fast. I think my jumpsuit is falling to pieces.

- Fucking great, it will be less struggling to take it off.

He held open the passenger door and jumped into the car as fast as I could but I heard again a terrible ripping sound. At that point I must have an inch of useful fabric on my body. I clutched my bag. Inside it was not only my dreamy and wrecked dress but also my heart and Fooling's.

- Why don't you stop embracing that bag? -Roger asked me funny starting the engine-. It seems you carry your life inside of it.

- I carry my life inside of it -I said serious and trascendental.

But of course, Roger didn't catch anything. He was in mode, "I'm a lucky guy, I'm getting laid" and his mind wasn't ready to subtleties. I, for my part, didn't know what the hell would happen to me the rest of the night.

This man drove like a real kamikaze through center of London. If we didn't arrive soon we'd kill ourselves.

We were heading to his flat and I knew I had no reason to be there. I didn't want sleep with him. In fact I didn't want sleep with anyone. I wanted to take charge of this mission with at least certain guarentees to control the situation. But it was unable so far, control absolutely anything. Who could control this crazy and good looking blondie?

Just going through the threshold, he didn't even respond. He took off my bag from my shoulder and threw it joyfully over a table, pushing his lips against mine. I got stop him quite accurately.

- Please -I whispered not letting him extend that crazy kiss.

Roger looked at me with his expressive blue eyes, alarmed.

- What's up? -I guess he could hardly believe it. Usually nobody could resist his charms.

- You can slow down.

- Why? What do you want me to do?

- Well... would you allow me to have a pee?

Roger smiled a little restless and nodded putting his thumb across my lips with his eyes flaming of desire. I didn't want to imagine how he looked a little bit lower.

I grabbed my bag and followed his instructions to get to the bathroom and lock myself down. I didn't lie. I was peeing like crazy but that was useful to trying make a pause, thinking and planning. With that riot of events it was impossible doing anything or move forward.

First of all I must get in touch with Fooling. I clicked at the messaging application. I must send him an audio message, or I'll never stop writing. I jumped into the bathtub and drew over the shower curtain to mitigate my voice as much as possible.

- Hello Fooling. Here Blackqueen from 1974. I've just watched my first real show of Queen. It's Sunday 31th march 1974 and I've been in the first „At the Rainbow". It's not to make you jealous, it's just to focus my situation. As you can imagine I'm not calling you to tell you that. As usual all is out of control and now I find myself at Roger's flat and he thinks I'm a groupie who wants him very badly...

- Is it everything ok in there? -from outside I could hear the husky voice, worried and restless.

- Yes, Roggie. I'm coming out now. Fooling, you're hearing me. I'm in trouble. What am I doing? It's the only way to keep me attached to Freddie's enviroment and don't lose his track.

I waited nervous Fooling's answer. He took two minutes to start writing. Without finishing Roger knocked again the door.

- Eli. Are you sure you're alright?

- Yes, relax. Pour me a drink, will you?

See if you entertain yourself, stop being such a pain.

- Hello Black. I'm glad you are in 1974, safe and sound. I need to keep your head cool and don't stray off your goals. If our goal is Freddie and he slipped away, Roger is your man. You are doing a good job. He will be the link. That doesn't mean you must do what he likes. If you feel like, go ahead but if things aren't clear...

- Fooling, you are a big help. I already know it. How can I keep this man at bay? My experience with men isn't so broad.

- How do you see it? Do you think you could control him well?

- The only thing could balance this man's mind is ripping my clothes off and fuck me against the first furniture he finds. The answer is No. And I'm not having sex with him.

- I don't think you are in danger. If he insists try to get things clear.

- I don't want him to threw me his flat. It would be awful to the mission.

- Search his soft side.

- Eli! I have poured your drink!

- Thanks, you are a real angel.

- When are you coming out?

- I'm refreshing a bit. Easy, everything is fine. Fooling, I'm writing you as I try to calm down this stallion. This is fucked up. I don't know how to control it.

- You'll do. If you have the slightest doubt, act forcefully. Go to get Roger. Come on, you can. When there is an outcome whatever it is, update me, ok? I'm really proud of you.

I turned off my phone and closed my bag. I looked again at myself in the mirror. My excessive makeup was slightly smeared by the heat, the agitation. My braids were messed up. Tangled and electryfing blond locks fell here and there, everywhere.

- Eli, I'm begging you. Talk to me, it's not funny.

Alright, Taylor. There we go. I took a deep breath.

- I didn't mean being funny.

I opened the door and came out of the bathroom staggering. Academy, get ready, this year the Oscar goes to me, on my own right.

- What's wrong with you, love?

- I've brought up my dinner -I lied like scoundrel, the dinner suited me quite nicely.

- Really? Come to the sofa. Then the drink...

- The drink is not a good idea anymore. It's not a good idea anything -I smiled at him faintly leaning my feet on his legs.

That wasn't a good idea either. My heel perceived instantly he still had such a prodigious erection. This guy must be great in bed. He tenderly drew apart my inconvenient heel from his bulge to put it on his knees.

- And now what is the plan? -he asked caressing my thumb restlessly.

- You can throw me out your house whenever you like. I'm not a useful groupie...

- I would never do that when you're feeling so sick. What do you take me for?

- I take you as a gentleman. And I think you should take a cold shower. I'm sorry.

Roger moved closer his beautiful face to me glancing at my lips.

- Don't kiss me -I warned him-. I've just vomited.

- Who would have thought it. You smell wonderfully well. Don't go anywhere. I'll get you something to settle your stomach.

No, please. Don't make anything, I'll puke for real.

- There's no need...

- Oh, yeah. I'm coming back.

He disappeared so long that I guess he did some other things apart making me an herbal tea. Things concerning his painful and neglected penis. Auchh.

- Did you get asleep?

- No -I smiled at him.

He had wet his blond hair and put on a robe. It was obvious he took a refreshing shower. Poor thing.

- Here. Drink it up.

- I'm feeling better now -I tried to push away the cup.

- You'll drink it up, I wanna see it.

Ashlee. Just for a successfull mission. Don't contradict him anymore, you have pissed him off enough. I drank the brew and curling up myself in fetal position on that comfortable sofa I wished nothing would happen. At the moment Roger had won me over when he took gently my hand. He was a good guy, there's no question.

- You've been magnificent tonight.

I felt I must reward him a little for his hurt pride. He couldn't fuck me but if I caress his oversized ego, sure it could looked like a good shag, just a bit.

- Come on, you're joking me.

- Your drum solo was the best part.

- Just behind Fred's crotch.

- Just -I started to laugh-. Could I make only one remark?

- Please.

- I would add up fifteen minutes of show. It's not enough.

- Well I've ended up so tired as though we've been playing three hours. Just this remark?

- Yes and next time your drum solo longer.

- Stop laughing at me.

- I'm not laughing. You are great, you are going to be the greatest band on the planet.

- I know.

- Roggie, forgive me. I gotta go to the bath.

- More? But what did you eat for dinner?

Yes, I have eaten too much because I was starving and the nerves made me eat like a furious hammster. But it was his fault and his fucking herbal tea. I looked at my face filled with tears owe to the stress while I washed out my mouth all the time. For lack of toothbrush at hand, I searched a mouthwash. As a good ex odontology student he should have it. I found it and gave a long sip pushing the refreshing liquid through all the corners of my mouth. I spat it and looked again at myself in the mirror.

I needed a shower and wash my hair in depth because it smelled stinking cigarettes but I was exhausted. I died to dive in a good bed. I took my chance to sending a whatsapp to Fooling and assured him so far I was out of the trouble and the mission was still on. Later, always grabbing my bag I came out of the bath. Drawing nearer to the sofa I checked Roger was completely asleep. He went out like a light after his "relaxing" shower and the tantrum he must have for not getting his own way.

I drew apart the wet locks which covered his right eye. Sleeping like that he looked like an angel. I thought about it later. They spent from the Thursday playing every night. On Thursday they were in Aberystwyth, Wales, on Friday in Pendanze, Cornwall, on Saturday in Taunton, Somerset and today in London. No wonder they were exhausted.

I took a look at their gigs which I've uploaded carefully in my phone's Notepad. Tomorrow Monday they had a free day and the day after, show in Birmingham, my hometown.

What a coincidence. This app was whimsical and dangerous when it came to place you in the year that you chose but it seemed that this time there were connections with me all over it. The Rainbow gig which I've wasted after so many views and then the show at my place.

So far tomorrow was Monday and I had planned a lot of shopping. I dragged heavily dead tired and taking off my sandals I let my body fall on the sofa in front of Roger. I used my duffel bag as a pillow and that way I assured it was in a safe place and with no time to say Oh, I sank into a deep sleep.