WANNA TRY?

Even the valleys below

Where the rays of the sun

Were so warm and tender

Now haven't anything to grow

Can't you seeeeeee....

I could heard knocking at my door and Alex' voice at the other side.

- May I come in? -he asked respectful as usual.

I took off my headphones and I called him to enter.

Alex was my best friend since we were kids in the kindergarden. We were soul mates and we supported each other. He's another firm pillar as well as my parents and my favourite band. We shared flat since we entered at the college. He studied Fine Arts and I studied Journalism.

Alex went into with a sparkling smile and had his hands behind his back hiding something.

- Have you brought me something? -I clapped happy placing aside my headphones.

- Well, it's a gift for both of us. I would like we share it.

- What is it? What is it?

- Close your eyes.

- Alright.

- Open up when I tell you.

- Fine.

After just a seconds that it seemed to me centuries, he told me open my eyes up. I had in front of me Queen at the Rainbow '74. The DVD from that show recorded live in november 1974.

- I hope you don't get ahead of me and you already have it. It went on sale yesterday.

- No way. I'm saving to a Prada's bag. You want to watch it? -I clapped excited holding it in my hands as though it was a treasure.

The recurrent passion we had for Queen became the two of us totally freakies but without a doubt helped us to feeling less lonely in this world. Despite my huge luck enjoying such a competent and selfless parents, involved in my good education, they would never could tear that melancholy trace off me. It was something that surged from my very bowels, maybe a product of my own little traumas which I felt long before getting into this world.

I remember perfectly the day that my life turned upside down like turning a sock inside out. Alex and I joined in an online Queen fans group some months ago. It was a fan club, fanatics of the band to the full. Joining there we found out that online page had an unique magnetism, everybody there seemed very well read and educated. They were a great deal of young Queens. Despite the most of them have been born when Freddie was dead some years ago.

It was nothing like any other fan group that crowded the web. It was a special place and very soon I became one of the more actives members. If there was some thread with a minimum of controversy, there Ashlee was involved to speak her mind. Quickly I was one of the most respected voices despite our heated debates.

It was funny and enriching taking part of that sort of brotherhood but it was just entertainment and another incentive in our lives. Nothing more trascendental than that.

Till I got an Alex's whatsapp at three in the morning. I cursed myself not putting my phone mute and I was going to mute it but seeing it was him, I opened the message right away.

He didn't use to send me anything at an ungodly hour. It must be something important. He was staying one of his fun buddies's flat and when he did it he called me to say it. He called me that afternoon to tell me that his evening would extend but, what he was doing sending me a whatsapp at such a late hour?

- Tomorrow set your alarm at 7. I'm coming along soon with a marvellous breakfast.

- Why? As a matter of fact tomorrow I could sleep a little longer.

- Trust me.

I could hardly sleep, of course. My head turned round. I only thought about negative things. I hoped nothing wrong happened to him. I couldn't stand it.

At 7 he was at the foot of my bed with two nut-brown capuccinos and housemade scones. He took off his woolly hat and gave me a cold kiss on my cheek.

- Are you alright? Say so straight. Come on.

- I'm perfectly fine, silly girl. Let's have breakfast first. It's going to pop-up an important notification in the group...

- What? Didn't I sleep a wink because a group's notification? You must be off your head, did you know that?

- It's not like the others. They said it's important.

- Alex, important could be anything. When will it be?

- At 8.

- Oh, I'm killing you. This better be worth my sleepless night.

I didn't know was worth it but while we enjoyed our capuccino and chatting over everything, the alert popped up punctual. BOOM BOOM CHA, BOOM BOOM CHA. We will rock you unmistakingly opening sound warned us. Alex with restless fingers opened it in his phone and he read to me.

- TODAY AN EXTRAORDINARY MEETING IS CONVENED IN LONDON. OLD BROMPTON ROAD 210, AT THE BROMPTON LIBRARY AT FIVE P.M. WE URGE YOUR ATTENDANCE AND THE UTMOST PUNCTUALITY.

- Is that all? Just this? Not even the meeting's reason.

- We must come, Ash. It seems important.

- Yes, it seems so. But in London. I have a German presentation. I cannot.

- Oh, come on. Fuck the German. Fuck everything. We must catch the train at 14:43 and we're arriving just before four. We gotta be dead on time.

- Why don't you go on your own and then tell me about it? It makes me mad missing my presentation.

- Are you really leaving me alone with that? What if it turns into an indiscriminate killing or something like that? You'd never forgive yourself leaving me in the lurch.

- Do you think it could have such a gothik tinge?

- Who knows. These people are very intense. Aren't you curious?

- Ok. I'm going. But this better be worth.

Outside the library we were almost fifty people. I looked around amazed that colourful queen freakies. Alex wore his black tshirt with the beautiful group logo, mine was white. Everybody wore something which distinguished themselves as freakys. The group's moderator and designer told that we had to get into the library. Seemingly we had a hall reserved just for us. That was amazingly weird. No doubt.

Alex held my hand and we sat together at the front. Other member was already there with a digital whiteboard which projected Queen logo in all its majesty. We entered in an orderly fashion and in silence, as though we were at a church. Claire, the group moderator got to the stage and looked at each one of us solemnly.

She thanked smiling the great reception of her call not knowing its reason. Then without further ado she told her assistant playing a video. On the transparent display appeared Brian May in one of the band's last performances playing the sweet opening guitar of Love of my Life. On his own, in the centre of a huge stage, sitting on a chair with his guitar. Speaking warmly to the audience as usual. His white curls were so beautiful and his voice so sweet.

He sang the tender words of those special Freddie's lyrics and then I could feel despite having seen that video a hundred of times before, "bring it back" became "bring him back". Could it be so or was it just my always overexcited imagination? A profusion of phone's lights among the audience enclosed him like a magic star carpet and I felt the tears were beginning to roll, I couldn't help it. Alex took my hand tightly. Then in a side screen appeared the unmistakingly, magnanimous figure, loved by all of us. Freddie. He sang the last part with his angelical voice and bowed as usual while Brian bowed to him. And then Freddie walked away with his elegant and full of grace way of walking and Brian stared at him with nostalgic smile. Trapped each one into their time but inevitably stick together.

Just finished the video I wiped my tears which spoiled all my makeup and Alex smiled at me with a wink.

It was beautiful but everybody saw it a hundred times. Moving, impressive. So what?

- Has he said bring him back? -Claire's first words were said, addressing us.

I turned to Alex flabbergasted. That was just what I thought but I imagined it was just one of my obsessions.

- We bring him back to the earth every time we sing his songs -a sensible voice spoke out.

- Yes, every time we listen to Lambert and we spare his life with our clean silence -another one attacked.

- Kindmagic, we aren't here to argue, right? -Claire tried to focus.

- Sorry, I had to tell it.

- You bring him back also to the world whenever we have erotic dreams with him -another one added.

Instantly there was laughing all over.

- Fine, we all agree. Freddie lives again every minute with the legacy he left us and that is beautiful. It's all we have now. But I would like to talk to you about something less dreamlike and more tangible. Fooling around, come on. I summon you to the stage. Come and enlighten us.

Fooling around was one of the members with more likes. We used to agree in our points of view whenever it broke out a heated debate.

He was fifty years old. He was the only one who had a photo with Freddie and we all envied him. You should be born before, he used to tell us, mockingly.

On the digital screen he started to scribble several weird logarithms and started to explain us with simple words what it was all about.

His scientific work took ten years in his life. That's why his marriage failed, his work and almost his sanity. All for a dream. His dream. The dream of each one of us. Bring back Freddie Mercury to our lives. Not as a song or an erotic dream. In flesh and blood.

- After a lot of trials and errors I think I can state safely that I've made the first time machine.

There was a murmur of voices around the hall. Alex and I looked at each other, dumbfounded. It couldn't be true. What kind of bad joke was that?

- I know you think I'm making fun of you. I'm not joking. I've sold my own life for this.

Any minute now we hoped someone got into the hall theatrically a gigantic time machine. I envisioned it like the clock's strange machinery, filled with gears and pulley sistems. A lot of rusted screws. Anyway, my imagination was highly baroque.

- Where is your machine? -Amelie20 wanted to know.

- Here -he lifted up his phone.

- That phone? -MiracleOne spoke, sceptic.

- No, not the phone. The app I have in it.

- An APP to travel time. Fucking great -ThorMatthew's angry voice resounded at the bottom's hall.

- Let him speak, please -Claire begged seeing a lot of murmurs all over, angry and offended people.

The angriest started to stand up and go out. I couldn't move a muscle. I couldn't react. Claire looked at Fooling as though they lost control of all. We left in the hall less than half the initial people.

- The App calls Turn Back the Time. I'm intending somebody among us break into Freddie's life as a mole and manage to not lose him again.

The few people that left there we asked ourselves restless without clearing up. That was very crazy, even for me. After the logic confuse moments we started to speak in unison and at the same direction.

Slowly we were absorbing that amazing news that this genious was stored for us. I've always considered him a sensible and consistent voice inside our forum. But now we found out the huge loving passion his heart held. He gave up part of his life to this dream and now it looked like it could make true.

- Who is going to be the mole in 1977? -I asked.

That date seemed the most reasonable to save his life but it needed just a little bit more rethinking.

- I've thought you could be the mole, Blackqueen.

Me? Fooling must be out of his head.

- Me? -I pointed myself, sceptic.

- Yes -he answered quietly.

Noone looked interested being a guinea pig in such an amazing experiment but with no success guarantee. I was sliding down my chair, suddenly timid with the fifteen pair of eyes, the remainder of the group, set on me.

- Why?

- Because you're smart, artistic and know a lot about Queen.

And I'm in love with Freddie Mercury, man.

- I don't agree -Killerqueen_7's annoying voice sounded all of a sudden-. I could go too. Why her?

That girl was the most jealous and vulgar girl of that group. I hated her but her idiocy was useful right now. Yeah, she could travel to 1977. One less fool speaking her mind about things she couldn't understand.

- Killer, I don't agree. I think Blackqueen is the right one for this mission.

- Give me your reason.

- I've given you three.

- And I can play piano like an angel. I would win Freddie's heart only with one of my fingers on his keys. In all his keys -she laughed out loud.

- We're here not speaking about winning anyone's heart. I've not made this app to fuck with Freddie.

- I respect a lot what you've made, Fooling. I believe in you and your project. I'm willing and able to support it anyway I can but I don't think I'm able to lead this thing.

- Of course you don't, little girl. You couldn't catch just one Fred's gaze -Killerqueen attacked.

- It's enough. If you can't speak rationally and leave your jealousy behind, I shall invite you to leave this hall.

- Jealous of her?

- I think you are.

- Isn't it more democratic just voting and deciding who is gonna lead the project among all of us?

- Is there someone who wants Killerqueen leaving without attributes our Freddie? Hands up -Alex couldn't help saying.

- Alex, please. Don't work people up -I censured him despite feeling pleased inside with no hands up.

- Well, I think Blackqueen is the chosen one. Vote counting finished.

- This is bullshit. I don't wanna know anything about this -Killerqueen complained crossing her arms over her chest like an infuriated little girl.

- If you go out that door you're already forbidden to finding out anything about the project. You will be blocked in our secret forum Turn back the Time.

- Are you throwing me away Queet Hotzone?

- You can get into the forum as everybody else who'd gone out just how we did it before but the project just concerns the ones who chose to believe in it.

- Well fuck you. I'm leaving, bunch of freakies.

When my favourite madwoman left slamming the door behind, I whispered relieved. She had always get herself noticed.

- And now let's talk quietly about everything -Fooling went on looking at me.

I turned to Alex and whispered frightened:

- It's true. It was worthwhile coming along.