Roger POV

Michelle Ma Belle had already crossed all bounds. The damn thing still referred to Freddie's personal life and my personal life. Wretched. I surpass all the red signals that I see in front of me, I accelerate my car towards the New Musical Express. Right now I'm going to the front of the magazine building.

Michelle Ma Belle POV

I'm in Joseph Marion's office, smiling openly at the whole story.

"What greatness, what an excellent job, my dear, congratulations. This time you dethroned Queen's image, "said the big boss.

- I think not yet - Said the looking - As much as I criticize the band, the number of fans of Queen increases with the passage of time, the numbers of fans of the band is growing.

"For a little while." He smiled. "Many have commented on your reports and what you write for the magazine, detonating Queen.

"You know I do all this just for money," he said coldly. "Money and nothing else.

- I already know that my dear, Michelle Ma Belle - He smiled wryly - If you do all this for money does it mean that you have some feeling for Queen?

I look at him and remain silent, in an upright position.

"You do not have to answer my dear, but I believe that whoever does this is not just for the money, but also because he does not like the band," he said, grinning sarcastically.

"What interests me is money," he said coldly. "I want my payment, whose high value we agreed on.

"Of course." He smiled wryly, opening his drawer and signing a check and handing it to me.

I saw the great value it contained on the check and I gaped.

- Keep writing interesting article like this and your reward will be even greater. Of all the articles you wrote about Queen, that was the best of them all. "He smiled openly. - The downside is that many fans of the band will want to kill it, as well as the band itself.

"Thank you for the combined value," he said, putting the check back in my bag.

"What I promise, I'll do it, young lady," Joseph said. "His services are excellent and I always want them, and in exchange he'll still have a lot more money."

I look at him without feeling. Actually, I can not stand this old fool, but I just do my job.

"Can we go out for lunch some day, or have dinner, what do you think?" He smirked at me.

I smirk at him.

- Thank you for the invitation, but first, I do not want my identity discovered, when you are photographed next to him, second, you are a married man and have children, third, I do not go out with married men and fourth, you are very old man to me - Smirking.

He smiled wryly.

"You're too beautiful, Michelle Ma Belle," he said. "I bet there are a lot of men behind you.

"You do not know anything about me," he said, smiling. "Just the professional side." Thanks again for the invitation and when you want some more article just call.

"I'll be in touch with you soon," he said with a laugh.

I smile ironicly and leave his office, not looking at Judith, his secretary. I do not doubt he has any sexual affair with this woman.

Roger POV

I park my car, singing tire in front of the New Musical Express building. I get out of the car and head for the entrance to the building, where there were some security guards.

"I want to come in," he said firmly.

"The young man can not come in, unless he's a journalist for some communications vehicle or a New Musical Express employee," one of the security guards said.

"I need to talk to the damn director, president, with the damn Michelle Ma Belle who writes articles criticizing my band," he said nervously. "DAMN BE MICHELLE MA BELLE.

At that moment I get the attention of some people.

"If you try to enter the building again, it will lead you to the police, you are out of your mind," said a security guard.

"I'm not beside myself, I just want justice, JUSTICE. MICHELLE MA BELLE COVARDE, WHO HIDES BEHIND A PSEUDONIMO, SHOWS HER TRUE FACE, BE A WOMAN OF TRUTH AND SAY EVERYTHING I WROTE ON MY FACE, DAMN. WHY YOU DIE - I would scream.

The people who worked in the building began to open the windows and looked at me on the sidewalk.

- WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? I'M HERE, ROGER MEDDOWS TAYLOR, QUEEN DRUMMER, AND I'M HERE TO SAY THAT YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF BITCH CHILDREN, WHO ONLY SPEAK MY BAND - I CALLED - APPEAR MICHELLE MA BELLE, APPEAR, BE A WOMAN OF TRUTH.

I was already attracting attention, for those who passed by and soon after, I realized that a few more security guards were coming towards me and from far away came a woman running, through the great hall, towards the exit, that was with the face fully covered by a handkerchief and her hair was also hidden in this handkerchief, she was with her head down and striding.

Is she Michelle Ma Belle?

"Are you Michelle Ma Belle?" Show your face, COWARD, COWARD! I screamed and more security came closer to me.

The woman with her head down with her handkerchief covering all her hair and a large part of her face, passed me running, hiding.

At that moment I pulled the handkerchief that wrapped around her hair tightly and the handkerchief was in my hand. I tried to see the woman's identity, but she was behind many security guards who arrived at that time.

"Come back here, MICHELLE MA BELLE," he cried angrily.

I tried to see the woman behind ten brute security guards. A short time later, I was able to look at the sidewalk, but there was no longer any woman.

The security guards pushed me, asking me to leave. I pull away, staggering, toward my car. Eyes to the sides and in this moment they see many women passing on the sidewalk. Damn it. I missed Michelle Ma Belle's sight. I'm sure it was her. I step into my car, with the mysterious woman's handkerchief in my hands. I smell the handkerchief. And that smell good. It's a scent of lavender. I smell it for many times.

Damn woman, besides, the scent of the handkerchief has an intoxicating scent.

POV Michelle Ma Belle

As I walked toward the exit of the New Musical Express, I heard male screams coming from the exit of the building. It was the voice of Roger Taylor. It was his husky voice. Then before I entered the great corridor I heard him shout, saying,

- WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? I AM myself, ROGER MEDDOWS TAYLOR, QUEEN DRUMMER, AND I'M HERE TO SAY THAT YOU ALL ARE A BUNCH OF BITCH CHILDREN, WHO ONLY SPEAK ABOUT MY BAND. APPEAR MICHELLE MA BELLE, APPEAR, BE A WOMAN OF TRUTH.

I went into despair. He can not know my identity. So I quickly enter a ladies room and tidy up my hair. I always had a big handkerchief in my bag, to cover my hair and my face, so that I would never be identified. I've never used it before, this will be the first time. I cover all my hair and a large part of my face, leaving only the eyes out. I have to get past security guards and Roger and get out of there as quickly as possible.

I walk out of the bathroom and start striding in the large hallway toward the exit. My head was low and I was getting closer and closer to Roger and the security guards.

Roger then began to scream, saying that I was Michelle Ma Belle and that I am coward, for not identifying myself. He still managed to pull on my hair, my luck was that there were many security guards around Roger. I looked quickly back and ran out before he saw me. I entered the other corner, where my car was parked. I get into my vehicle and breathe heavily.

That was close. He would almost put everything to waste. I turn on my car and quickly get out of there. From now on I will have to wear a wig, some disguise. Being Michelle Ma Belle is becoming dangerous.

To be continued.