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...
I didn't recall such a hangover where I had woken up with such an awful headache like this Monday morning 17th december. I rolled over in bed feeling I was a bundle of pain. I couldn't know if waking me up in his arms after having slept peacefully inside of them would have healed all my physical and mental pains. The truth is I woke up shaking and with my stomach churning. On rolling over on bed, complaining, almost ruined the beautiful flower lying on the pillow. It was a white camellia, beside it was a note.
"Good morning, mousy. I've come to Roger's to borrow his piano a while. I didn't want to wake you up because today I'm feeling very Jerry Lee Lewis and I want to let the piano smoke. From now on we will always tell our whereabouts and we'll be honest with each other. I think our marriage worth it and every day I'm more and more proud of being your husband. Rog needs me today more than ever because Dom is unbearable with the baby almost there. We are praying to the birth will come quickly. Though I'm not there to hold you, do my words hold you at least? Can we talk about it later?"
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The trick of the flower and the note with that foolish drawing that used to accompanied it and he knew it drove me crazy in love, had used so much at this stage but it still seemed to me something dangerously irresistible. Maybe what I mostly liked about the note was that open door to a conversation. I admit I had crossed the line a bit with my ultimatum about breaking up with Bastin and that stupid acceptance of a defeat. The idea was keeping Freddie by my side come what may, not challenge him when there was no chance of victory.
My jealousy had put shadows over that other drama that was harass and obsessing me, the threatening letters. I had already received two and I was afraid it would be more. And Freddie and Bastin's photos likely would come from the same source. Which kind of psychological condition would have such a person who was doing that? Of course not everybody adored me, copied my outfits and wanted my original autograph. There were certain groups of different haters. The ones who hated Freddie and I and the ones that adored the leader of Queen and questioned my honesty. They really thought I only cared about his money and fame. Funnily enough his peak of fame arrived almost at the same time than mine. Although I would gladly have adopted a Chrissie or Ronnie attitude always behind their husbands, the truth is it was too late for that. My own media standing had placed me where I was and it was a tempting place for all kind of mentally unbalanced minds with personality disorder like that.
Before going to the office I spotted a few papers piled up over his lacquered piano. I fainted a smile. Freddie had forgotten some of his rushed compositions as usual when he went to Roger's home. It was very complex translating that mess. Mercury's projects when they were in their beginnings were a challenge to my neurones. His handwriting looked always twisted but when he was comfortable and relaxed you could even decode something. This handwriting however, was practically an egyptian hieroglyphs. Impossible to guess what he had written.
Could it be some of the songs that took part in The Game record? Could it be something that would die before even rehearse it? Something inspired again by me? Elideth Polley, surrender your ego, come on.
