They started all together to come to terms with their new situation. There was so much adrenaline involved before taking the stage. I could notice the electricity from where I stood. What a feeling. It was unique, it didn't look like anything else I'd experienced before or in the future, I was sure. I could only imagine what It felt like being the stars. It was very intense.
- Darling, after the show we're meeting at the room next door. Be quick. I won't disappoint you.
Roger attacked me again while he was leaping like a happy deer. I started to laugh with his insistence and I knew he meant it. That method usually worked out fine for him. He had such a beautiful face so he didn't need to try so hard. Little spoiled boy...
I nodded rolling with it. If things got messy with Freddie, I must take advantage. Roger might now pay off. I looked at Freddie. I've already disappeared from his universe with the same violence that I entered. Roger's offer was the only thing tangible that I had at the moment and I should bear that in my mind.
Queen leader styled obsessive his black hair and his fringe looking at himself again and again. He was vain but no more than his excitable blonde drummer.
Freddie was already dressed up properly for the show. There he was with the larger than life Zandra Rhodes's outfit. That silk pleated loose shirt which would ease each one of his movements on stage and always characterized this first Freddie, so wild and irreverent. He looked perfect. The only fly in the oinment was its play of volumns hid Freddie's amazing ass, squeezed into that tight pair of satin pants. One could only wish get closer that perfect buttocks and bite right through them.
1 minute to get to the stage. Brian turned to looked at me with suspicion. I knew I was like a cockroach in his stew but I tried to avoid his disdain. He really was as everyone else in his own universe. They would face to 2800 people and everything else took a backseat.
I tried taking me off the bitterness for Freddie's indifference. It was understandable, I musn't take it into account really. He was making his way to a stage to cast his spell all over his audience. I guessed his only distraction was his ego, his clear awareness of being great and his poignant desire to let them know.
My mind was racing, infected by that same adrenaline boost which shook those four stars's heads. I couldn't even comprehend the importance of the moment. I was going to watch live my favourite group for the first time. It was so unreal, such a huge feeling, I wasn't able to come to terms calmly.
I thought I could mix with the rest of the sweaty crowd and experiment first-person how it was a show at the Rainbow theatre. And thinking about just a little time ago Alex and I were watching it from our Ikea sofa cramming ourselves with fast food.
Alex. It came to my mind his beloved face and I felt a rush of love in my face. He instilled me courage and self-esteem. He was like a shot of self-esteem into my veins.
I didn't know that once you've been introduced into a rock star's dressing room you are already driving in the acceleration lane in the highway. You are not the owner of your own movements and you move on to being managed by forces beyond your control.
At the same time as started to play Procession's haunting chords, a firm hand grabbed me by the elbow, telling me to turn my steps. So my four boys and I would be apart. The last thing I saw was Freddie's perfectly tidy hair disappearing through the door and his diaphanous outfit waving and keeping up with the rhythm of his sure steps and loaded with static energy.
- Aucchhh! -cried out the owner of the hand which pushed me through another next door.
I was also aware of the spark I gave him. I had a lot of energy and very diverse. His unwary hand leading me to an alternative way, paid him a price.
- Fuck, girl. You are dangerous -he complained.
- Where are you taking me? -I looked daggers at him.
- Did you want getting to the stage with them? We needed to keep apart.
- Fine, let me keeping apart. I want to watch the show.
- Doll, you'll watch the show.
- Let go of me right now. I'm not watching anything in this dark corridor.
- You are a fucking electric chair. Don't worry, I'm not touching you anymore. Follow me.
- Where are we going?
- God, you are a real distrustful for being a little whore getting into rock stars's dressing rooms.
- You fucking rat bastard, little whore your own fucking mother.
I didn't know why I said that. Picking on one man's mother wasn't a good idea. I could get slapped. I was in a dark corridor with a guy I didn't know.
- What's going on here?
- Nothing. This whore has electric charge.
The "good policeman" grabbed me tight by the arm and checked it out quickly.
- Damn it -he let it go immediately.
- I told you -he emphasized his co worker.
- Honey, come. Follow us, you are missing the show -he said scratching his arm-. Keep a distance.
- Keep it too.
- Fucking groupies, they aren't like they used to be. Beatles's were well behaved and Rollings's were like tigers but disciplined ones.
We got into an area near the stage. I was going to get into 70's VIP area. A security member looking like a ganster stopped us with his hand.
- Where is it your backstage pass? -he pointed me disdainful.
- I am her backstage pass. Come on, don't be such a picky.
- I'm just doing my job.
- Blonde's orders, his blondie is coming into with us. Check whatever you like.
- It's alright, I hope that's not one of your fucking lies, Ratty... or I'll cut your balls and serve you up for breakfast.
- You get me so hot when you are such a bad boy -he stuck his ant bear tongue against his face while the former pushed him apart.
- Do you call Ratty? -I asked shocked.
Ratty was his nick but he called Peter Hince and his book Queen Unseen was one of my bedside books. He was one of Queen roadies and took charge of everything concerning Freddie on stage. His instruments must play how they should do, his drinks on the piano were at his taste, his set list well placed. Despite his self-confidence he was so young, he must be barely 20 years old and according my data he had just joined Queen entourage.
- That's how they christened me, my darling. Come in, I gotta go up to the stage to doing my real job, not saving groupies from unwary useless.
Ratty was so ugly and narrow-hipped as funny and witty. No wonder Freddie searched his company.
I got into Vip area crowded with people. I avoided some suspicious glances and eagerly searched a quiet place from which I could watch the show and enjoy that wild fantasy. They were finishing Father to son. I've missed more than 6 minutes, I snorted furious.
The room was packed mostly with show business people. Mostly critics. That's why the disdainful glances to me and my once beautiful dress. I smelled like a groupie but I tried to forget about everybody and focused on the gig.
Queen had already achieved a top 10 in charts at that time. It was because their appearance in Top of the Pops performing their single Seven seas of rhye. That appearance promoted that single's sellings which it had been published more than a month ago. Even so a lot of people thought it was a relative risk playing a show at the Rainbow. They thought it was too ambitious. So far they've been playing at clubs and college halls so that leap was giant. But in a record time they got a sold out and some fans paid even one pound and twenty pennies. A fortune for the period.
This show was recorded by their coproducer, Roy Thomas Baker for a future release. But then they put it in mothballs to use it later.
The introductory painful howl of Brian's Red Special in Ogre Battle filled my ears after Freddie said Good night with his usual camp emphasis. "How are you feeling?", he asked walking through the stage border with elegance and self-confidence, fixing his eyes at the seats. It was as though he looked at each and every one of us without leaving a single corner. That was his magic. "I would tell I've seen already your faces. I know you. Have you seen us before? Have you?" He just wore his pleated loose shirt in Father to son, he got out now with the same tight pants and other more minimalist shirt but it suited him like a glove and what's more important, it showed his beautiful and tightly ass as much as one wants.
Everything was electrifying. The staging, it sounded amazingly good, Freddie's voice was magnificent, vibrant, sensual, animal. I'd seen them so many times and now I was touching, smelling, burning my ears with the atmosphere and it felt like the very first time.
After that two and a half minutes Brian guitar solo within fifteen minutes show, Freddie came back to the stage with new outfit to do Son and daughter reprise and he started to play White Queen at the piano. This time he wore his tight black pants with shirt tied at one side, with sequin on his shoulders and around his big neckline till half his chest. Stylizing even more his body with a belt around his narrow waist. At his left hand he wore a black glove with fake diamonds on every finger though he stated they were real. In his other hand he wore a glove which looked like a coat of mail and let his fingers free. Everything was a splendid show. But nothing of all this paraphernalia would mean a thing if they wouldn't perform such superb bunch of songs. They were devastatingly good on stage.