<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">He was still thinking about Mary and how good it was to see her again. Even if she was just a memory, his heart sank. As he stood by the back stage with his band mates he smoothed his fingers over his outfit and sighed a little looking to a mirror. Was it worth it? Grabbing his mic he nodded his head to himself, Yes… yes it was worth it. He was going to bring the house down again. As he looked to Brian he ran his fingers over his arm and smiled. “I have missed you.” <br/>
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When the last band finished the small team was working quickly to switch out the drum set along with the mics really quick. Freddie was taking one last sip from a glass of water offered to him by a stage hand. As he his eyes darted to his friends once there was no time to speak. The great lights came up and the band was announced, they quickly ran out to the stage. Roger at his drums, and Deaky &amp; Brian at the guitars as Freddie held the mic in his fingers he looked out into the crows. All of the yelling, screaming and waiting for them, for him. This was what he lived for? This is what he missed most. The sensation of a good show. Spotting his new found after life friends he gave a little wave before he heard the band starting up... the singer wasted no time &amp; broke into song. </span><br/><br/><div class="bbMediaWrapper">
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