<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Freddie laughed a little and nodded his head. "Well it's not real, it's like a memory I guess. So wear what you wish, right?" He walked to the man wrapping his arms around his body and kisses at his chest covered by the corset. "What would I do without you? Your going to enjoy this I promise. I swear, John is going to help us get it. It's dangerous, but you will be there right?" Freddie still wasn't sure how it could be dangerous. Maybe one could lose their mind? What if they got stuck? Was it going to be that bad to get stuck in a concert over and over again? What could be worse? It's not like it was a horrible memory right? If he got stuck in an angry room at one of the lower points of his life then it might be a nightmare instead of something greater then it could be.<br/>
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Taking the others hand he walked back through the hotel to find one of the ladies. "John or the ladies... They can get us in. We just need to get in one angry room. Just one, I don't know how it works. I need to learn. I just want to do one more concert. Just one... just one more before I go to heaven or hell or where ever the fuck I am going." He sighed. "Yes your mission. Your mission. We still need to take care of your mission darling." Maybe the idea wasn't a good idea, it was already consuming his mind. </span></span>