Silver's Corner

These are always fun. There are a couple on there that I plan to fulfil:

Disclaimer: This is kind of fiction, but it's also kind of not. I don't own Freddie Mercury, and I don't claim to know that anything I wrote here is fact.


Looking back over his life, could he honestly say that he regretted anything? He had worked hard and partied harder. He had had more lovers than it was possible to remember, and several good friends – even if there had been no marriage, no true soul mate. Never having children perhaps, but then he had no idea if he would truly have had what it took to be a father.

He had travelled all over the world, met amazing people in his travels. He had been involved in crazy adventures, had experienced almost everything that was possible to try. Known the thrill of being on stage, singing in front of millions of people, letting loose and not holding back. Being loved and adored for his talents.

Of course, there had been the downside too. Never really being able to be sure that people liked him for him, or for what he could offer them. The loneliness and isolation that sometimes plagued him. The constant hounding by the media, and the lies they never thought twice about printing. He hated it, but still, nothing was perfect. Didn't everything come with a price?

He was shy and quiet underneath, and enjoyed the money that allowed him to live as a recluse when he wanted to. But on stage he was something else. Music was his life, his passion, his world. He had once said, 'I will not be a rock star – I will be a legend' and he had fulfilled that promise. His music had reached people, had touched lives.

Perhaps there had been more for him to do, more shows to perform, more songs to sing, more people to meet. But it was not meant to be. It was fine, he knew that he had given everything he possibly could, and he was happy. He had no regrets at all – given the chance to relive his life, he would change nothing.

He was ready to go.

Freddie closed his eyes for the final time.