Did Anyone Ask For A Heartbreak?

Did anyone ask for a heartbreak? ⤵️

It’s so hard to explain feelings. Intense loyalty mixed with love, admiration… I would have done anything he could have asked of me, but he never asked. He never expected. Anybody involved with him was held as if by a magnet, the magnetism of his personality, his spirit… Him. Sitting at home, curled up watching television, it’s very difficult to imagine the man on stage. You knew that he would have been unable to remain quiet and introspective for any length of time. He knew that there were two Freddie Mercurys. The one curled up on the couch watching Countdown and the one perched on that one’s shoulder. There was the person and there was the showman, each vying with the other to move the physical carcass around.

Generally the showman won. Deep down inside it’s what Freddie always wanted. He had always been a showman. In its latter stages, the disease killed the showman. The showman went first and without the showman, the person was unable to continue. Freddie was no longer in a position where he could hold his head up and know he could defend himself. When the showman died, there was nothing left to fight for. The final decision was his alone. His whole life had been brought about by what he had done. He had always planned on being a star. How he did so, he felt was not his concern. He had both the hardware and thesoftware and Freddie, metaphorically, wrote his own programs.

Peter Freestone in Freddie Mercury: An Ultimate Memoir By The Man How Knew Him Best

John: Happy Birthday Freddie!!

Freddie:

John: *places flowers at Freddie's grave*

Freddie:

John, crying: I love you

Adam singing You Take My Breath Away??? Give THIS to me

adam singing a kind of magic??? give it to me now

I'd like to point out some of the things I've learnt from the men of Queen (please, feel free to add anything else you'd like to be pointed out):

John:

John has taught me that you should never, never turn your back on your family. No matter how big the success, no matter how big your accomplishments, family is the most important thing. It's where we all started from and it's where we all return to, in the end.

He has taught me that you don't need to be very loud or noisy to express your feelings, your thoughts, your points of view. Being loud and all the time doesn't make you better.

Dance like no one's watching!

Roger:

Roger has taught me that you should always exprees your opinions. Don't let people take you for granted, don't let them step on you, do not let them convince you that you worth any less that you actually do. If people don't hear you, if they don't want to hear you, make them hear you. Whether they like it or not.

Do not turn your back on important issues, like racism, violence, illnesses that threaten human lives. Speak up about things that matter. Use your art to raise awareness.

He's taught me to collect memories and keep them as treasures. Because one day these memories may be the only thing that's left of a person.

Be loud. Be fearless.

Brian:

Brian has taught me to always keep my head lifted to the stars. He's taught me to be sensitive about social issues, like animal abuse and rights, about the planet, about doing what is right.

Being in a band doesn't mean that you are not capable of following an academic career, or that you are less clever than others. He has taught me to treat people with kindness and respect, to always be polite, but never let anyone take advantage of my kindness.

Dealing with mental illnesses doesn't make you less of a person, it doesn't make you weak, unworthy or unlovable. Quite the contrary, actually. It makes you stronger, it makes you capable of seeing the world and its people differently.

Be smart and sensitive.

Freddie:

Dear Freddie has taught me a lot of things.

Always, ALWAYS be yourself, no matter who that is. Do not let any one change you. Ever. If they don't like for who you are, that's their problem. You are unique. You are beautiful. You are you.

Be kind and be a peacemaker. Take other people, people who need it, under your wing. Share your knowledge, your experience, your mistakes. Encourage others to try, to take risks, to fail, to succeed, to learn.

If you have a dream, don't give it up. Live it and breath it. Pour EVERYTHING you have into that dream. It doesn't matter where you come from. It doesn't matter if everyone tells you you're gonna fail. If you put your mind to it, you are going to do it. You can do ANYTHING. Don't let people tell you you are doing things wrong, if they simply don't like what you're doing. Speak up if you feel wronged. Do not settle for anything else than true love. Live your life to the fullest. Live every second of your life. Live with no regrets. Love the people around you unconditionally. Be generous.

Live. Breathe. Love. Laugh. Suffer.

It's all part of the game.

One last thing:

I love John because he reminds me of who I am. 🧡

I love Freddie because he reminds me of who I want to be. 💛

I love Brian because he reminds me of what I want to accomplish. 💙

I love Roger because he reminds me of who I want my kids to look up to. 🖤

I don't understand why is people still arguing about whether Freddie was gay or bisexual. I mean, why does it matter? Why does it matter if he was gay or bisexual or straight or anything else? The people who were close to him, were close to him because they loved him. Not because he was gay or bisexual or whatever. He found the love he was always looking for in the face of a wonderful man, who was there until the end. Those who loved him didn't love him because he was one of the above, but because he was who he was. A brilliant man, who was so kind and generous, who always stood up for what he believed in, who was polite to everyone and so very brave. So, this is all that matters.

The experience (The Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert) was summed up, relates Spike, by the scene at the after-show party at Brown’s nightclub. “Upstairs, I saw Roger propped up against the wall, just staring into space. Then I spotted Brian a couple of feet away, doing the same thing. I went over to them. ‘How do you feel?’ I said. ‘Can’t feel anything,’ one of them replied. Nobody could remember anything about it. You just couldn’t take it all in. Once it was over, it was, ‘God—what have we done for the past month? And what do we do now?’ ”

Mercury: An Ultimate Biography of Freddie Mercury by Lesley-Ann Jones