This morning had been an absolute whirlwind, but a lovely whirlwind indeed. Freddie had awoken and immediately began a string of anxieties and anticipation. It wasn't exactly like he was anxious per say, it was more just he couldn't stop talking, and all that talking involved little bits and pieces of things that could go wrong. One thing in all this excitement is that no comment he had really seemed to be of much self doubt, you admired that actually. He wasn't spending his time questioning whether or not he would preform well or win over his audience, instead it was little nitpick things like the small hole that had formed in the inseam of his trousers.

"You don't want my bloody cock to fly out!" shouted Freddie, a little louder than he should have for this time of morning.

"I'll go see if anyone has a sewing kit, and I'll fix it right up," you said to an obviously not paying attention to your solution Freddie who had the look of contemplation in his eye, as if to think well...maybe it wouldn't be so bad, the hidden exhibitionist in him making an appearance.

You went to go find Peggy who you'd seen with a sewing kit yesterday when she had been pulling things out of her bag yesterday. She was then kind enough to lend it to you. As you walked back over to Freddie, you found him sitting and pulling at the little string.

"Don't pull at that, you're going to make it worse," you said to Freddie as his childlike eyes flashed the look of oops I'm sorry, "So would you like me poking around there with this or would you like to find a bathroom?" you said holding up a the needle.

"Bathroom," stated Freddie very clearly

"That's what I thought," you said as you and Freddie got up to locate a bathroom in a petrol station nearby. It didn't take very long to get the pants back to as good as new, although Freddie's slight impatience made it seem longer to him than it was. You loved the way he got annoyed at little things like that, he wasn't truly annoyed, its just that his attention had been suddenly directed elsewhere.

You met the rest of the band back at the van and hopped inside. It wasn't too long of a drive to the park, yet Freddie was antsy the entire time. He even went as far as to repeatedly ask the dreaded question "Are we there yet?" about 12 times on the maybe 10 minute drive

You all quickly hopped off the bus and began carrying your equipment in and bringing it to the amphitheater in the center of the park. It really was a lovely day, clear sunny skies, birds chirping—all that picturesque scenery of what really was a historic day. Lovely place for the history making really. Walking into the front entrance you smiled a bit seeing that the park was entitled, "Queen's Park", for a Queen indeed, you mused to yourself.

You and the boys all eventually found your way to the amphitheater and checked in with the main crew. You had gotten a quick glance at the setlist, it appeared Ibex would be performing last behind 7 other bands in the Bluesology Pop-in. Freddie had mixed feelings about their positioning, part of him loved the fact that they were a finale act, yet at the same time he hated waiting.

"Seven acts!" he cried.

"Really it's not that long Fred," you tried to console him, "They're all only playing about two to three songs, just try and enjoy the show".

You took him by the hand and lead him over to your seats off to the side of the main stage. Well, you couldn't exactly call it a stage—it really was a amphitheater. A rather small slab of concrete really. Photos you'd seen before of the event never really captured that fact. It was beautiful though, flowers all growing about the grounds, chairs lined up perfectly about the descending hillside with the leafy green trees behind blowing in the light August breeze. And thank goodness for that breeze, it was rather hot out today and you were glad Freddie had been lucky enough to wear white. He'd had to shed his fur coat but you were stuck in the not so lucky position of wearing long pants and a long-sleeved collared shirt.

By now, the first four acts had gone and by then everyone had settled in, but Freddie...not so much. He paced back and forth on the side of the stage nervously tapping his fingers against his crossed arms.

"It's going to be great Freddie," you said quietly in an attempt to comfort him.

"Oh, I know that dear," Freddie said with almost comical confidence, "I'm just worried these people aren't getting a good show. Look at them up there, that...Myth thing".

"The White Myth?", you correct him on the band's name.

"Whatever, just look at them, they're not moving at all, what this audience needs is a real show and I intend to give it to them," he answered clearly beyond frustrated, and you had to admit, it was pretty adorable, "How long until we go on anyway?"

"I'm sure you'll be on soon Freddie, just a few more acts," you replied sitting back down in your seat, he was not easily satisfied by your answer and continued to pace around, "If you're so keen on finding an answer, why don't you ask some of the crew?"

"That's exactly what I'll do," stated Freddie who proceeded to march up to someone who appeared to be a part of the crew. You couldn't quite hear what they were saying but just about anyone could see Freddie's flailing arms about, "Half an hour!?" you, and many others from the crowd, heard him suddenly shout. He attracted a bit of the crowd's attention and so you rushed over.

"Freddie!" you whisper-shouted, "Come back to your seat!"

He rolled his eyes with almost a smile to them and marched back over to you.

"Why can't they just fucking get on with it," stated Freddie as he crossed his arms and plopped himself back into his seat.

"Oh Freddie," you sighed and smile as you leaned against his shoulder and smiled, "Just relax and enjoy the show".

"Oh I'll try," said Freddie as he uncrossed his arms and relaxed a bit. Then he tensed up a bit and turned to you to add his final remarks, "But I can tell you dear, it's not going to be easy".

You laughed and rested your head upon his collar as he sat tapping his foot. You crossed your arm over and placed it on his thigh, to which he then ceased his foot tapping and relaxed.

Even as frazzled as he could get, you did love him. There was something about his every action, every mood, every shade that you found so sweet. Besides him being the Freddie Mercury, there was something else about him, so human, that you really clicked with and loved about him.

Back in 2017 you'd always wondered what it would really be like being with Freddie, if the fantasy was further from reality than you wished. And here you were, living the reality, and there was no where you'd rather be.

It wasn't long before the next two acts came on and the boys were on the side of the stage getting ready to go. It was crazy standing there as an odd wave of sentimentality came over you, almost as though you were reminiscing a moment you hadn't yet lived, yet once before you had lived past. The scene was the same as you'd seen in photos before, the same crowd, the same sky.

"...and ladies and gentleman, all the way from London, its Ibex!" shouted the MC as everyone but Freddie paraded on stage to set up as the crowd cheered.

The band finished their set up and the first chords of Communication Breakdown to fire from guitars as drums and cymbals clashed. Next thing you knew, there as Freddie, sliding in from the side with vocal tease to his "Oooh yeah's" as the song began.

There he was, in his element, already winning over his audience from the first note. He was a natural, but of course you'd known that already. Seeing it was so different from knowing it existed, it was visceral.

The audience was completely entranced as Freddie moved left and right across the stage striking grandiose poses that far exceed the small body they were being embodied in. He just brought this electricity to not only you, but to every individual there, and you did mean every individual, each person had their own separate enthrallment. Stomping about, he just had this dynamic like no other.

He completely owned the stage and had the audience eating out of his hand. His vocals alone were phenomenal but his body movements, you'd never seen anyone move that way. His movements almost modeled what you'd later see at performances like The Rainbow and all that, but here it was, already developed.

Soon enough Communication Breakdown ended and the beginning twangs of guitar that began Jailhouse Rock started playing before the audience even had the time to applaud—not like they were ready to either, they were still so entranced with the show!

With the next few beats of the drum, Freddie was off, soaring high once more. The music was loud, the energy was lively, in that moment everyone seemed to soar with him.

Every now and then he'd glance over at you with a twinkle in his eye as to say look at me, I'm on top of the world, don't stop me now!

It made you happy to see him this happy, in fact it had brought tears to eyes really. You couldn't stop smiling and even Freddie seemed to feed of this energy, that and the energy of the vivacious crowd before him. He was a rock star.

Before you knew it, the song had ended and Freddie gallantly strode off the stage as the crowd roared before him. Then he wrapped himself around you and gave you the most absolute biggest—and sweatiest—most pride-filled hug you'd ever had and followed it by dipping you into an extremely romantic kiss that still in Freddie's mind was to be a part of the show. It felt almost like that photograph of the couple kissing in 1945 after WWII had ended, and by the cheers of the crowd it certainly had the same joyful impression.

Freddie then turned to the audience and shouted, "And you thought the show was over!" Wherever that shy little Bulsara boy was, he certainly wasn't here now. Freddie was high on life and the electricity around him. You were still slightly crying your tears of joy, you felt so unbelievably happy for Freddie and turned your head into his shoulder blade to hug him once more—to feel that this in fact was real—as Freddie bid his adieu to the audience, his audience.

You both turned to leave as the whole event came to a close and people began to file out of the amphitheater. People went rushing left and right and the rest of the boys came over with their girls and we all just began to really celebrate.

"We did it!" shouted Miffer giving Freddie a friendly rub on the arm.

"It went perfectly!" remarked Mick in good spirits.

"My god, what a show!" exclaimed Freddie, still on fire, "The crowd! The energy! When can we do that again?"

Everyone laughed, "Soon enough Freddie," replied Mike. Everyone really appeared to be on top of the world, most of all Freddie. So this is what happiness is truly like, you thought to yourself, this is history in the making.

Just then a group of giggling girls you'd seen in the crowd came up to the boys.

"Hey..hey.." they stuttered, "We were wondering if we could have your autograph?" they giggled gesturing a notebook and pen to Freddie.

"Why of course, anything for a fan," Freddie said as he turned and winked to you with a smile of admiration, his first fan and he's already gone and grabbed an ego, a cute one at that, "Now when I'm a popstar, don't you go and sell that. You keep it for yourself," remarked Freddie smiling at these two clearly infatuated girls, it was sweet really.

"Oh yes of course!" they nodded, and ran off giggling but turned around to add a quick, "Thank you!"

"Don't mention it," Freddie replied, boy was he really trying to charm them.

"One performance and he thinks he's already, king of the universe," teased Tupp.

"Oh don't be so hard on him," you joked with Tupp

"I'm only joking," Tupp laughed, "You did great out there, Fred".

"Thanks dear, and by the way, I'm a prince, not a king," remarked Freddie, "I'm a prince of the universe".

You burst out laughing. My god, you though to yourself, this boy.

Miffer invited us all out for a celebratory drink at a pub down the street called The Greyhound, and of course we all obliged, what else really were we really going to anyway. There you ended up meeting up with a few other bands that had obviously had the same idea. You hung out a bit with the members of Gum Boot Smith, Spyrogyra, and The White Myth, you all got on great.

After a few hours of chatting away everyone loaded back up onto the transit van and headed for London once more. It would be a long drive into the night, but no one really minded, they had just had their first successful gig with Freddie and everyone was in good spirits for the rest of the way.

Most of the long ride back consisted of periods of discussion, periods of silence, periods of singing, an odd period of time where it sounded like there was an argument between Helen and Ken that ended with an odd period of silence littered with bits sniffled crying, and then back to singing again. Eventually everyone fell asleep, everyone but you, Freddie, and Richard who was driving.

"Aren't you going to sleep Freddie?" you whispered softly as he lay his head in your lap.

Freddie rolled over and looked up at you, his face all aglow in the dim lights streaming in from the windshield, "How can I sleep when there's so much to be excited about!" whipser-shouted Freddie. You smiled, "I'm a popstar y/n! Or at least I'm going to be one".

You ran your fingers through his hair, "Yes you are," you mused.

"One day, I am going to be up there in front of thousands, giving 'em a real good show," daydreamed Freddie. He was so lost yet found in his wonderful new world. The early dreams of a man who would one day accomplish them was a beautiful thing.

All was silent for awhile as he was off smiling in his little world, then suddenly it shifted to a pregnant pause.

"Hey y/n," Freddie began.

"Yes Freddie," you answered.

"I know I've asked you this before—and you don't have to answer—but, in the future, am I going to do it? Become a popstar?" he asked softly, "I know that I'm going to be," he added. It was inspiring how he didn't doubt himself for one second. Could you answer this? Would you answer this?

"Yes Freddie," you answered.

He paused and smiled, "Really?".

"Yes of course," you answered, "And there was never a doubt in your mind that you'd get there".

Freddie smiled, its as though part of him felt complete yet at the same time he was realizing he was always complete. You realized there was no harm in telling him at least that, he already believed in himself enough there, and that had proven the test of time. In another world he really had done it, always believed in himself and made it, truly achieved his dreams.

"Thank you," Freddie replied.

"For what," you asked.

"Everything," he stated.

You smiled, "You're welcome," nothing made you happier than loving him.

"I'm going to go to sleep now, is that okay?" he asked, so sweetly.

"Yes of course Freddie," you answered as he rolled over.

"I love you y/n," said Freddie.

"I love you too Freddie," you replied.

"Oh shut it you lovebirds," shouted Tupp, as lovingly as he could be being awoken from his sleep.

"Try and make us," shouted back Freddie.

"Aw fuck off," replied Tupp to which Freddie laughed.

"Some of us are trying to sleep here man," said an unrecognizable voice from the back, most-likely Flogger.

"Sorry!" you whisper-shouted back.

Then there was a long pause before you heard, "Goodnight y/n," from Freddie.

To which you then replied, "Goodnight Freddie" in a whisper.

"For god sakes!" you heard Tupp shout. Now the two of you really did keep quiet and sleep came soon enough.

Today had really been the thrill of a lifetime, and quite literally, one for the books.