<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Walking back over to John he sat down beside him and put his arm around the new friend. "What is not fair? You were amazing... simply amazing. There are no awards here, it's all for fun." Freddie leaned over and kissed his cheek hoping a token of friendly love would be enough to even the odds and clear his mind. "I do, I do. I miss the thrill, I miss the people yelling my name. I miss looking our to the crowd and seeing them singing my words back to me." Freddie sighed a little, he died to young. His own fault really, he should of been more careful. What was his crime? He loved to much? How evil the world could be. "What I miss most of all are my mates, Roger, Deeky &amp; even my Brian. We fought like little divas in the studio but we were masters of our creations. We were four struggling Queens just wanting to over throw the world with our songs. Now look at me... dead. Dead as a fucking door nail and singing songs in a Hotel bar." He pointed to the others. "Yet I'm happy. If the people are clapping even just 4 of them what more can I ask for." He titled his head a little. "The movie, it just shows that even years later I am still a god to them." </span></span>