I sit listening, I can hear Freddie. He was slightly mad, it was a hard life but the show must go on. It must have been good, to live like that. I listened to his voice, it filled me, I remember letting myself drift off listening. Then, it was Brian. No more Freddie. Brian, Roger and John. I felt the atmosphere change. Sadness in their voices. Then it hit me, like a rock. Hard. Freddie was gone, he wasn't here.

But he was. He was here, in the people he spent most of his life with. I listened to Brian's voice, adding my own sorrowful harmony. It became a duet. Experienced musician and lonely fan together but not together. Both different but the same. He was a rock star. They all were. However we shared one thing.  The love for a lost fellow human being. Even though I never knew him, never came close to knowing him and they spent so much time with him, we shared a deep feeling of sadness at the passing of a legend. Then, Freddie came on again. I felt sadness rush through me, pain piercing me like a knife. Then I realised. I shouldn't spend my days mourning when I hear his music! That's not what it was made for! I should rejoice! He had a happy life with friends. It could be rough at times but he had friends and he did the thing he loved. He followed his dreams so why can't I? I allow sadness when I hear them sing the song no-one but you. But I allow happiness when I hear the others. I know he wouldn't want his fans to spend their lives in sadness and grief, he would want them to enjoy his music, so that's what I intend to do.