<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“My piano!” Freddie yells not giving a damn about the bell boys leaving but the piano, for the love of god he wanted the piano. “No! Why? I stole that fair and square! How dare you, who do you think you are?” The little rock god stamped his foot as he went to exit but then the doors started to close with the other stepping into the elevator. Nice, nice, perfect, he was going to die all over again and didn't even have a piano for his room now. Even if it was a stolen piano at least he would have one near by.<br/>
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The large beautiful man was standing just inches away from him, he pushed against his chest again, this time harder. Was he scared? Yes, Freddie was indeed scared. Looking up to the taller one he took his sunglasses off and placed them in his leather coat pocket as he bite his upper lip before making a comment. “When ever I am alone with a man we are normally not just standing around.” He said joking but not really joking, he had quite the reputation on earth. When he first spotted him from far off he was right, he was stunning. Yet now just inches away he could see what the big fuss was about. Then with fear setting in it was hard to be impressed. Maybe he should of kept his mouth quiet. <br/>
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The man crossed his arms as he felt the elevator slowly climb to the top floor when it suddenly thudded getting stuck in between floors. “Shit.” Moving to the other side of the elevator he leaned against the wall keeping his eyes off the other. Still unsure of why he followed him in the first place. “Did you come to get a glance? An autobiographic maybe? Do they even have my music on your planet… or universe… or where in hell your from?” If fear wasn't the number one thought in his head he would be hitting on him right now, but with fear sinking into his body it was hard to think of anything else.  </span>