<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Freddie had been dead long enough that he realized he knew how to shift his appearance from what he wanted the outside world to see. As he ran his fingers over his body he shifted slightly, in his late 20's. His hair still long, his check bones still high, he looked to the mirror in the hall of the hotel outside the angry room and sighed. Was this smart? Was this OK? Was it going to be weird? Snapping out of his fear he heard a little voice. It was Galen coming. “Yes, yes, we will wait for you. You will not want to miss it. No back up dancers, I want you to watch. Watch with Sebbie. Keep on eye on John he seems nervous or scared.” Freddie walked to the door waiting.<br/>
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Entering the room was weird for him, even if he had lived the moment before. The smells, the sights, the sounds of the crowd out in the audience. Freddie wasn't the least bite nervous, no he was something different all together. Looking up to Sephiroth he took a deep breath. “Take the others, go find a seat. Something close up, please. I want to see you.” Freddie put his hands on the others waist. “I'll be OK. I have done this dozens and dozens of times.” Stepping on his tip toes just to kiss his cheek. “Go go.” Freddie said slapping his ass. <br/>
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It was 1974, they were in London, England and this was one of their first shows at the 'Rainbow Theater' right when their first album got famous. The opening band was playing as his band mates were getting ready back stage. Freddie was shocked, it was so hard to see them. They were all so young, so beautiful. It was how he remembered it. All of them, Brian, Deaky, and Roger, just sitting around putting the last minute touches to their outfits as he went to his little section running his fingers through his clothes. There was a sound at the dressing room door, of course the girls. Yes, the girls always came to check on them before a show in their home town. Then it hit him, Mary. Rushing out ½ way dressed he saw the women and ran up to her hugging her tightly not wanting to let go of her. Yes she was a memory but he didn't care, he just wanted to hold her. Freddie wasn't expecting this, no not in the least. He didn't think he would feel such emotion. The room was dangerous, dangerous to the emotions it made one feel. Just as easy as the ladies came they were gone &amp; the boys were left to finish getting prepared once more. Freddie wondered if the others were having fun in the audience watching the opening band play. </span>