<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Freddie listened to the man and put his hand to his chest as memories came crashing down on him. The forum he choose was his body from the 70's and all it's slender beauty. No mustache, no bulky strong frame, just slender young beauty. "I was very sick, losing weight... laying in bed all day. I hide it, covered it up. Did not wish to speak of it. Not then, not now." He said not meaning to sound cruel. He shock his head hoping the memory would leak out his mind never to sadden his heart again. "What is this anger room? I am so confused by this? Relive? Relive a concert? How? How can I do such a thing?" Stepping off the chair as he looked to Sebbie then to John. It would be better to stay in the bar, to stay and not get wrapped up in the hotel's luster. Then again, to relive a concert. "Lets see this anger room." </span></span>