P.S: My dear readers, this chapter is longer, but of the utmost importance. It will tell a little of Kate's story, Roger's friend and also a certain anonymous letter.

Kate POV

Tuesday, July 17, 1973.

I'm making dinner right now. I look at the wall clock. It's seven-thirty at night. I sigh, thinking of Queen's boys. Freddie, Bri, John and Rog are very upset with what the music press commented on the band 's first album, especially Michelle Ma Belle. Most detonated the band's first album, only one or two magazines praised. The Beatles' album, Let It Be, I won from Rog, of my 18th birthday is playing right now as I prepare dinner. At that moment he heard the song Let it Be.

My story is very interesting, after all, I became friends with the Q ueen the boys very unusual way, especially a friend of Roger. Before, I'll tell you some of my story ...

Flashback of Kate.

My name is Katherine Lins Wood. I was born on July 2, 1953, in São Paulo / Brazil. I'm twenty years old. My mother, Cíntia Lins is Brazil corn and professor of Literature. My father, William Wood, is a surgeon. When my father finished his medical school in London, he wanted to know the world and went to Brazil, precisely to São Paulo. My father could speak Portuguese and he started working in a hospital. One day, my mother, who had finished college of Literature, went sick and went to the hospital, and my father, who worked as a general practitioner, took it.The two fell madly in love, one for the other. From then on, they kept in touch for a time and a short time later, they began to date, with the consent of my paternal grandparents. In the year of 1952 they were married and soon after, my mother became pregnant. When I was born it was a great joy for them. After my birth, my father continued to work in the hospital and my mother stayed at home, taking care of me. She just returned to work as a teacher of Literature after completed one year. Time passed and the age of six, went into an English course to improve the language. Since I was a child, I always enjoyed reading and writing and my mother encouraged me a lot. The years went by... Shortly after I was twelve, my parents had been disagreeing for some time and their marriage was at risk, and shortly afterwards my mother asked for a divorce, to my father's despair, that always loved my mother. But she did not love my father any more. They divorced and my father, to my desperation, decided to return to London and my mother said that I would stay with her and that I would visit my father once a year. My dad said he'd always keep in touch with me. He returned to London and I suffered a lot and I became a very sad child.

I did not see my father for two years and when I turned 14 I told my mother that I wanted to travel to London for the holidays and I wanted to spend Christmas with him and my father's family. My mother cost a lot, paid the airfare for me and I went to London to spend the school holidays with my father. My father and my uncles and paternal grandparents were so happy that I was with them. I said how much I missed my father. After the holidays, I had to go back to Brazil. My father always sent me the Beatles' albums they were releasing. I'm a fan of Fab Four.

In 1968, exactly in August, shortly after I turned fifteen, my mother started dating a school teacher, she was teaching, his name was called Allan. I did not like him and he did not like me, he always said that I should live with my father, that I was a torment to them. Allan treated me badly, was jealous of me with my mother and I complained to my mother about him. My mother said I had to be patient with Allan and I should also tame it and should the ceitar courtship between them. I wanted to live with my father in London. I collapsed. I got in touch with my father, explaining everything that was happening and he went to court so that I could live in London with him. My mother said that because I was under eighteen years devi to stick with it and Allan, who went to live in the same house with us, but I said I already knew what I wanted for me and speak it in front to the judge. There was the trial and I told the judge that I wanted to live with my father in London and told the whole situation. Then the judge gave full custody to my father and I went to live in London in the year beginning 1969. My father, at that time, had relationship with another woman named Gilda, who was also a doctor with him. Gilda, my stepmother, treated me with a real daughter and in time, the affection I felt for her was increasing.

My father has an older brother, Uncle Peter, who has a degree in Business Administration and my uncle has two pubs in London. Uncle Peter is married to my aunt Monica and they have a son named Andrew. My cousin Andrew at that time was a Music School, therefore, he intends to be a Musical Producer. He always accompanied the bands of Rock that were beginning and went the presentations of the same and it helped in the disclosure also. My cousin And rew became my great friend and at the time he was twenty.

I kept in touch with my mother on the phone, but I did not feel like visiting her in Brazil because of my stepfather.

In mid-April 1970, a few days after The Beatles announced the end of the band, everyone was sad, including me. I had cried because of this news. I was about to turn seventeen. I was leaving High School at the end of another day of school with my friends, Luke, Harry, Sarah and Julianne. I was saying goodbye to them, as I was going to get the school bus across the street. I had crossed the street and there was no car coming, but suddenly a car came in, making a curve at high speed, singing tire, coming towards me. The car stopped on top of me abruptly and ran over. I fall to the ground, lucid but with pain in my leg. I look to my right leg, which was bleeding profusely. I felt my leg hurt. I look toward the car and stepped out of the vehicle two boys, who came towards me. There was a very tall young man, very thin, had dark curly brown hair, to the shoulder and beautiful olive eyes that shone with concern looking at me. He had a target face, very handsome. The other boy, who was the driver of the vehicle, had much lower stature, he had the target face, baby face, beautiful light blue eyes, the color of the sky and long blond hair slightly wavy long. He looked at me worried. Our gazes met and we remained silent for a few seconds, until he said in a trembling voice:

"I'm sorry I ran you down, girl, I'm going to take you to the hospital, NOW!"

The blond boy took me in the lap with all the care of the world and put me in the backseat of his vehicle and the other tall boy sat next to me behind the vehicle and asked me to stretch my leg to him.

"Rog, the girl's leg is bleeding and very purple," the worried boy said. "Let's go to the hospital now.

"Bri, we'll go now," said the blond boy, starting the vehicle again and taking me to the hospital.

I felt a lot of pain in my leg, but I was lucid, looking at the two handsome boys in the vehicle.

"I told you to slow down with that Rog vehicle, you only drive at high speed," his friend complained.

"Bri, I was out of my mind," the driver said. "After what happened today, Tim said the band Smile was over, I went into despair. Girl, please, pardon, I did not want to run over her.

I realized that the young driver was nervous and I said:

- Boys, calm down, in general, I'm fine. My leg hurts a lot, though, I'm lucid. It could have been worse, but it was not.

The driver looked at me through the rearview mirror and said,

- What's your name?

"My name is Katherine," he told her. "And yours?"

"My name is Roger, and my friend by his side is Brian. - The blonde said while driving.

Shortly afterwards, we arrived at the hospital and incredible as it may seem was the same hospital that my stepmother Gilda worked for. The nurses warned her that I was there and quickly she went to meet me and saw my leg.

- What happened my love? - She asked.

"I got hit," I told her.

Gilda looked at Brian and Roger.

- And which of these two boys ran over? - She asked.

Roger said it was him and explained the event.

"Please, Doctor, please do not call the police," the desperate young man said, looking at us. "I'll pay whatever medicine is needed, whatever the young Kate needs, but she does not call the police.

"Calm down, young man, I will not call the police. Kate will be examined by an orthopedic doctor at the moment and you will accompany me to sign some papers, "she said.

The nurses sent me to an orthopedist. I did a lot of exams, I had not broken my leg, but I had bruised her and I had to bandage my right leg and stay like this for a week and take medicine.After a while, Gilda returned with Brian and Roger and said they will pay for my pills. They left their phones and asked for my phone, saying they would like to visit me in the next few days.Gilda gave me permission to get on the phone.

Over the next few days, while I was at home recovering, Brian and Roger really came to visit me with my father's permission too and we talked happily and they explained what had happened because Roger accidentally hit me, they had a band called Smile, but the bassist did not want to be in the band anymore. Roger got really bad and so it all happened. They were musicians. I told a little of my story and during the conversation I said that I had a cousin named Andrew Wood, who also liked a lot of music and incredible as it seems they knew each other, what a small world.

From that moment Brian and Roger became my friends and then Andrew confirmed that he really knew them. Brian was a Physics student at Imperial College and Roger was a student of Dentistry at the School of Medicine and Dentistry at the University of London. They were students and scholars. Shortly after, they put in the place of Tim Staffell, another friend of theirs called Farrouk Bulsara, but, who wanted to be known as Freddie Mercury. He entered as lead singer and pianist in the band, while Brian played his guitar Red Special and Roger, drums.They were in search of a bass player for the band, which was renamed Queen. I also became friends with Freddie. I introduced my friends Luke, Harry, Sarah and Julianne to them and everyone also became friends. On July 2, 1970, when I was seventeen, I also learned that it was the same month as Brian's birthday, which marks his birthday on July 18 and Roger's birthday on July twenty-six. In August of 1970, my mother Cynthia called me, saying that I was pregnant with two months of my stepfather Allan and that it was a very risky pregnancy. I could not believe it. I would have a little brother or little sister, after all this time. In February of 1971, I traveled to Brazil to meet my newborn brother named Eric. Eric was totally different from me. He has green eyes and black hair. I'm blonde with dark brown eyes. My mother is brunette with dark brown eyes and my father is blond with blue eyes. I inherited my father's blond hair and my mother's dark brown eyes. Roger says I look like a face to French actress Brigitte Bardot, but I have a lot more body than her. I stayed in Brazil for a month and then went back to London to study the rest of High School.

In March, when I returned to London, I learned from Brian and Roger that they had found a definite Queen bassist, John Deacon, whom they met at a Maria Assumpta college party, where Chrissy, Bri and Josephine's girlfriend, Roger's girlfriend , study. I became friends with girls as well as with Mary Austin, Freddie's girlfriend. John Deacon was accompanied by his girlfriend Veronica at the party and when Bri and Roger learned that John was a bass player they became interested and said they were looking for a bass player for Queen and two days later John attended the band's audition and was approved. Now Queen was with the full band and John began rehearsing the band's songs with the other guys. And on July 2, 1971, on my 18th birthday, they made the first presentation with John at the University of Surrey and I went to attend and after the presentation we all went to a pub to celebrate my adulthood. The next day Roger presented me with the album Let It Be, by The Beatles, the only non-Fab Four album.

"Again, happy birthday, my most beautiful blond friend." Rog smiled at me.

"Thank you so much, Rog," I said, hugging him, taking the album in my hands and tears came to my eyes.

"I know you've always been reluctant to have the Beatles' latest album, for obvious reasons, you never accepted the fact that the band split up," Roger said, looking at me.

"I still do not accept it," he said, looking at Roger. "I'm following the solo career of the four now, but it's not the same. They should be together, always.

"Kate, sometimes one cycle has to close to others. And unfortunately the Beatles cycle is over. - He said to me sad - I also miss them as a band, they are the biggest band in the world and I do not think there will be another equal, maybe Queen, who knows, but we are still a long way from being equal to him, we have a lot that to learn, The Beatles is the biggest band, really, but for anyone who is a fan of The Beatles really like us, they will always be alive in our hearts.

I smiled at Roger and he smiled back.

"You'll love the songs on the album." He smiled. "I've heard so many times. Tip: Hear a lot Let it Be, Across the Universe and Get Back which are the best songs on the album.

He winked at me beautifully and hugged me again.

"I'll always be with you, my friend, always." He smiled at me.

"I'll always be with you too, Rog, always count on me." He smiled back at him.

In the second half of September 1971, I began to study English Language and Literature at King's College through a scholarship, at the University of London. I want to be a writer. I love reading and writing and already had some ideas for writing my first book. Roger had locked up his undergraduate course the previous year, and in the second half of September 1971, he started taking biology, also at King's College, and every day he was giving me a ride to college. We were going together.

In the coming months, Queen began performing in pubs, colleges, most notably at Imperial College, where Bri was studying for her PH D in Astrophysics, Chelsea College, where John was studying Electronic Engineering and at King's College, where Rog and I were studying.

I lived with my father, but I told him that I wanted to live an independent life. So he rented an apartment for me, in the Kensington neighborhood, near the house where he lived with Gilda, already with the furniture. For six months, he paid the rent for me, until in February 1972 I got a job as an English teacher, at a language school, and I got my salary, as well as gaining student aid from the British government. I had two wages and I could pay rent for the apartment, buy clothes for myself, buy food, and so on. He studied in the university in the morning and after two in the afternoon, began to teach English for foreigners and stayed until seven at night, teaching. Once a week, I started to take a Spanish course and another day of the week, I went to swimming and gym classes. So I began to write my book, little by little, whenever I had the opportunity. I hope my book will succeed in the future.

In mid-April 1972, my mother called me, saying that my little brother Eric, a year and nine months old, was diagnosed with leukemia. I went into despair. She said he would make treatment against the disease, but it was too expensive and that both she and Allan are turning the way he can. She will have to leave work for a while to take care of Eric and Allan is working double to help pay for my brother's treatment. My mother asked for help for me. I told her I'll always find a way during the month to send money to them. I talked to my father about Eric's illness and he said he would not help my mother and Allan. I was very upset with my father, after all, he is a medical surgeon and could help with the financial issue, but at the same time, I do not shoot the reason for it. I talked to my friends about what had happened and they gave me all the support. My cousin Andrew said that he will also help with a little money and send it to my mother's bank account every month.

In July of 972, during the holidays of college and work, I traveled to Brazil to visit my little brother and he had a shaved head and had already begun the treatment. I was penalized by my little brother and I cried a lot, but I knew that in the end it would be all right. I returned to London in late August and learned from the boys that they had signed a contract with Trident Studios to record the band's first album and that they had already recorded the song Keep Yourself Alive. But for the time being, the recordings would only be Monday through Friday from three to seven in the morning, because during the day and early evening there was already David Bowie, Paul McCartney among other famous musicians recording on the spot.

Queen continued to perform and the number of fans increased and Roger's younger sister, Clare and two friends of Roger, from Truro, created a fan club for the band and I joined the fan club as well. I became friends with Clare, too, who was studying in London at Goldsmiths, the College of Business and Economics. For the rest of the summer vacation, I went to Truro and met Roger's mother, Mrs. Winifred and her stepfather Trevor Hitchens. The story of Roger's life, as well as mine is also marked by some sad episodes, that another time you will know.

Roger has wonderful qualities, is an incredible friend, but I hate that he smokes a lot, I've fought with him often, because of that and also, sometimes he exaggerates in the drink and he is also a womanizer. Even dating Josephine, he betrays her with other girls and I do not think that's fair and he always says that he has his reasons for not being faithful to a woman. I know what those reasons are, but, he has to understand that one woman is different from the other.

While I, I never really dated, I had a small affair, in college, at work, but it was not that.

In early September 1972, it was the mysterious Michelle Ma Belle with her sour, sarcastic reportage on Queen in New Musical Express magazine and in other magazines and newspapers.She must be a trainee journalist who serves the music media and wins for it. Her articles on Queen began to be known, by always detonating the band, in the presentations of the colleges, in the pubs, that is to say, she is always present in the presentations of the band, but, without praising them. Some readers once asked her, because the pseudonym Michelle Ma Belle and she said that she was always a fan of The Beatles, which they are, the biggest band in the world and who loved the song Michelle, written by Paul McCartney and decided to adopt this pseudonym and in her articles she said that Queen will never be as big as The Beatles. The boys began to get sick with these articles, especially Roger, who always exploded with anger.

- ON THE DAY THAT QUEEN IS FAMOUS, MAKING SUCCESS, THOSE CHILDREN OF THE MUSICAL PRESS BITCH WILL SWALLOW ALL THAT THEY SAY BADLY OF QUEEN, MAINLY MICHELLE MA BELLE, IF I DISCOVERED THE IDENTITY OF THAT WOMAN, I SWEAR THAT WOULD BE ABLE TO KILL HER - I screamed.

"For God's sake, Roger, you're not going to kill anyone," I said desperately. "You're not going to ruin your life because of this woman.

"Roger will not kill anyone, dear Kate, but surely we would sue this journalist," Freddie said with hatred.

"Michelle Ma Belle is testing our patience," John said. "I do not like it at all.

"One day we'll discover the identity of this Michelle Ma Belle," Brian said.

I was worried about the boys and the hatred that grew in the heart of each other, about the musical press and especially of Michelle Ma Belle. And time passed by, my little brother Eric doing leukemia treatment and every month I sent some money left over and deposited in the account of my mother's bank and my cousin Andrew also helped what he could.

During 1972, Queen recorded throughout the band 's first album in Trident Studios and on December 20, the band played a concert at the Marquee Club. N the first half of 1973, they saw the issue of the album cover, as well as photos and a friend of Roger, of Truro, took the photos in the rented apartment Freddie and Mary, in the Kensington neighborhood. Roger's friend was not a professional photographer. They also started releasing the album and the band also continued making their gigs in the pubs and universities and making a little money. At the end of June I traveled to Brazil and spent two weeks visiting my mother and my little brother Eric, who was in hospital, hospitalized, under treatment. My mother was optimistic, he would look good, and so would I. The doctor said that my brother's leukemia is controlled, but what he needs now is to kill all the cancer cells.

I returned to London before the Queen's debut album, which was on the thirteenth of July, because I had promised the boys that I would be there. The premiere was held in a ballroom in the center of London, thanks to my cousin Andrew, for my cousin, who finished college of Music and is now studying Master in Music Production could work at EMI Music, not as Producer Musical but as an employee, and he got in touch with some people from the music industry and they paid the launch party for the band's first album. My cousin Andrew said he will always help Queen, any way you can, even he was one of the producers of the first album, along with Roy Thomas Baker and the boys have said that on the day that Queen is very famous, my cousin Andrew will producer of all the albums of the band.

There were around one hundred and fifty people, as there were some employees of Trident Studios, EMI Music, friends and family members of the band. The boys were excited, with everything going on, but three days later came the bomb from Michelle Ma Belle's article on the New Musical Express, detonating Queen's album and now the boys are worried about not being successful and press to continue attacking Queen in a cruel way. But, they have to be strong and keep fighting. They are talented and still go far with the band. Queen will be very successful yet, a worldwide success.

End of Kate's Flashback.

I finish thinking about everything that has happened to me over the last few years and I'm going to have dinner. Later I'll call Rog, to find out how he is, after all, last night my friend was very ill, because of this damn article of Michelle Ma Belle.

POV Michelle Ma Belle

Friday, July 20, 1973.

I ran to the New Musical Express, because the director Joseph Marion had called me. I come into your office and I'll talk to him. We greet each other and sit down.

"So would you like me to write another article detonated the band?" - He said looking at him, waiting for an answer.

"This time it's not an article," he said, laughing. "You'll do something else, my dear, and I'll pay you well."

"What do you want me to do?" - Said looking anxious, waiting for what he wanted.

He begins to speak what I have to do and I look at him in amazement.

"Is that risky and if they know my identity?" - She said worried.

"Michelle Ma Belle, they will not know your identity," he said, smiling. "I assure you, I give my word.

"How do you know each one's address?" - He said in astonishment.

"I can find out everything, Michelle, everything. He smiled. "You'll do that, this weekend and on Monday we'll put it into practice.

Roger POV

Friday, July 20, 1973.

Yesterday was the birthday of twenty-six years of Bri and today we all celebrate in a pub, in the center of London. All our friends were gathered to celebrate another year of our dear Bri's life. I was drinking and smoking a lot, when Kate approached me and told me to slow down on my cigarette and drink.

"I can not get my friend, I'm still nervous about Michelle Ma Belle's latest articles," I said, taking a drag on my cigarette.

"Rog, I know how badly Michelle Ma Belle is cruel, but you can not live now because you want to know the identity of this woman, you do not deserve to be nervous about this woman, you do not deserve it. Kate said to me.

"I know Kate, but it's not easy for the boys, it's not easy for me," she said smoking. "One hour, all of this will have to stop.

The rest of the night, it was quieter, I tried not to think about Michelle Ma Belle.

Came the weekend and stayed with my girlfriend Josephine and my friends.

Monday, July 23, 1973.

Josephine had slept in my little apartment. We woke up around noon. Then we showered together and she prepared a lunch for us and then I left her in the Student Republic at Maria Assumpta. When I arrived at the building where I live for rent, the porter said that they had left a letter for me. I got the letter and there was no recipient, no sender. That's weird. I went up to my apartment. Upon entering, I opened the envelope and inside was a letter. By the time I opened the letter, it was not written, but there were letters cut out from the newspaper, forming a few phrases. It is an anonymous letter that said:

''. Going just to wish success to the Queen, or not. You will never be famous, you will succeed, Queen will never succeed! You are not talented, YOU WILL NEVER BE A GREAT BAND! ''

I do not think I need to identify here, I believe you know who I am, Roger Meddows Taylor. ''

I looked at the anomie letter with hatred, MORTAL ODD of Michelle Ma Belle. Surely she was the author of this damn letter. But how does she know my address?

Shortly thereafter, the phone rang. I answered and it was Freddie and said Bri, Deacy and he would be going to my apartment to talk to me. I said I'd be waiting for you.

Half an hour later they arrived and greeted me and they were all silent tombstones.

- What happened? - I asked for them worried.

Then they showed the same anonymous letter he had received, with the same words, changing only the final, which was directed to each of them, as it was directed to me.

"It was definitely Michelle Ma Belle," Freddie said angrily. "This woman is already pissing me off.

"The mystery is how does she know each one's address?" Deacy asked.

"Surely these people in the music world, the big musical industries get the addresses of the musicians," Brian said. "Or she got it on her own or someone passed her.

"DAMN BE, MICHELLE MA BELLE," I screamed in hate, picking up a vase of flowers from the coffee table in the living room, and threw it hard on the wall, tearing it apart. - DAMNED WANTS US TO EMOTIONALLY DISSTEOF AND SHE IS ACHIEVING. GETTING.

"We can not stay that way, nervous," Brian said. "That's what she wants. And that way she'll be winning.

- WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO DESERVE EVERYTHING THAT? WHY DOES MUSICAL PRESS HATE US SO MUCH? They accuse us of being Mushrooms, sexists, prejudices, and we are not any of them, and now there's that damn michelle ma belle, who hides behind a pseudonym. "I screamed with hate and sat down on the couch and put my hand on my face and began to cry in silence.

My friends are close to me.

"I'm afraid Queen is not a hit band," she said desperately. "We need to do something.

To be continued.