ASHLEE-ELIDETH POLLEY SUDDENLY MADE A RADICAL CHANGE AND HAVE TO LEARN HOW TO BE AT THE HELM AND NOT LEAVING THE WAVES TO CARRY HER AWAY. AROUND HER LOVE, ENVIES, LUXURIES, TEMPTATIONS AND ENEMIES TO BEAT. WOULD YOU LIKE TO KEEP HER COMPANY IN HER A...
The airports never brought me so much luck throughout the mission. It seemed places loaded with some negative charge for me and eventually they proved to be harmful.
I came back to London very differently as I intended to do. Full of doubts, regrets, rage. The work helped me to keep my head in somewhere else, it was a revulsive for me. I even worked overtime just to not get back home and spinning my head.
Fighting with Freddie used to change all. My sleep cycles, my feeding, even my way of dressing. I didn't even take care of it before walking out the street. The paparazzi, so far strangely quiet, didn't last long to come back asking me about my relationship with Roger and if he had something to do with my separation with Freddie. The same old story.
Seemingly they had printed some pics of mine getting off the bike and several more saying good-bye. It was ridiculous but the tabloids worked like this and I wouldn't change it. And it's true Roger and I couldn't control the charge that always was there between us and with less intensity once in a while put it across. The reporters were not guilty of being there to catch it with their zooms.
And I was thinking we were safe and sound from that disgusting people in Switzerland. Who the hell did know I was going to catch a flight and leaked it to the press? Would it be the fucking Prenter to hurt me? Of course, how couldn't he be?
- Do you confirm or deny your separation?
I had to acknowledge it was a good question. At least from a practical journalist. He asked it calmly and let me choose the verb. In any other ocassion I would have ignored it and went on my way. This time I thought of Maureen Cleave's advice and decided to talk.
- I deny it.
- Is it true you travelled back Montreux just because John Deacon's birthday but Freddie and you have no relationship at all?
- Don't be ridiculous, please.
- Are you having a flirt with Roger Taylor?
It started off so well but it got worse and worse and I felt myself very sensitive. I shouldn't lose my head and do the first thing it came up to my mind: grab his camera and crash it onto the floor, grab his glasses and crash them under my high heel shoes. I took a deep breath and chose to answer with the rage climbing up my throat.
- Roger and I are the best friends. And Freddie's too. A little respect.
- Well, we are respecting, Elideth. It's not clear if you respect your husband when you kiss his friend's lips.
Oh, fuck. Sure. The damn two seconds kiss would turn me inevitably into the Freddie's Mercury disloyal wife. I hoped all that couldn't easily get out of hand.
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Mary was still in Montreux working as Freddie's nanny till my contract was finished. I needed to phone her. I didn't have any trustful people in London to let off steam.
