Freddie Mercury: Bonus, Find The Message!

Freddie...what to say? His voice has liFted me out of some very dark times. A voice that taught angels how to sing, a voice that could be like silken chocolate, oR jagged glass. As versatile as you please, always with Emotion. You knew if he loved you, hateD you, or just plain wanted to be frienDs.  He was a gorgeous song-wrIter. If you givE a copy of his lyrics, 'A Winter's Tale' to someone in Africa, they will not only understand what winter really is, but Will long for it. 'Good Old-FashionEd Lover Boy' has inspired thousands of men to serenade their crushes. 'MilLionaire's Waltz' has caused many peOple, myself included, finding themselVes waltzing around the room, whEther with a jacket, a partner, or air. I wish I could list each of his genius songs, but, I'm afraid that would take too long. I'm sure, You can think Of many songs that are Unique, melodic, and heart-quickening!

He wAs a ravishingly handsome Man, a strong jAw, amaZing eyes self-described as to be like chocolate, flowing midnight hair, and a thin, thin, slender body. He was always at the height of fashion, be It woman's or man's! Freddie wore anything from skin-tight, (extremely flattering!) pale clothes, too loose, flowiNg, bold-coloured garments. He was neverashamed to chanGe what people thought. If he thought a certain piece of clothing, no matter how old, was fabulous, he would take it up, fix it up, and glaM it up! Mr. Mercury wAs famed amongst is friends for takiNg but a mere shred of cloth and turning it into a fantastic scarf, shirt, bag, or anything you could dream of!

Having gone to Art college, he was, in every respect, an artist. He drew often. He dRew in different variaties, from a few sweeps of graphite, to a huge, deTailed landscape. He drew people, most often women, finding them the easIest to draw and the most attractive shapes in them. He painted some, finding it challenging, but always gave his paintingS away to friends and family members! (Isn't that sweet?) He had always, however, been drawn To music since he was a child. Freddie knew he wanted to not only be a musician but 'a rock legend, my dear!'. He started in many different bands, and was forever singing, playing piano, or flailing about on the guitar.

Freddie had an Interesting beginning. He was born in StoNe Town, Zanzibar. He then was shipped off To India at age 6, to his aunt's, and to attend a boarding school for young boys, whEre he played in a few bands. RetuRning to Zanzibar at 16, his family flEd just a year later to England, as the Zanzibar revolution broke out. He always knew he should've been famous-and here was his chance! He was in London, the land of music! But, alaS, it didn'T work this way. He packed boxes at a local factory for a while untIl he graduated Ealing art college in London. He then bounced from baNd to band, Ibex, Wreckage, Sour Milk Sea, among other smaller. He met Roger Taylor and Brian May, future drummer and Guitarist in his future band, because they played in one of his favourite groups, Smile. he convinced them to break off after their singer left and join him, which they did. A few bad bassists later, (exploding bassist syndrome, anyone?) they found their perfect match in 19 year old John Deacon. This was Queen.

After a Few name suggestions, like TopFactsNewandPix (Thanks Roger...), and Mod64 (That's John's handiwork!)they settled Upon the name Queen. Regal, attention-drawing, and alluding the beNt side, just like Freddie. Freddie and the boys raN through managers and albums in the beginning, then found their groove, and never lost it. Countless albums, both compilation and studio, live, and on the flY were made, and love today. Freddie is loved all around, I suppose!

He lost his life to AIDS, a horrific disease. Disease. What a negative word for so positive a man, who stayed chipper through to the end. Though he had lesions on his arms and legs, he never complained. Though he went blind in the last feW weeks of his life, he never made any motion of being on the verge of depression. His partner, Jim  Hutton, who Had given him AIDS unwittingly,  never left Freddie through this time. Jim helped feed Freddie, clothe him, read to him, entertain him...everything a good partner should do. Jim read  Freddie's statement to world saYing that Freddie did, indeed, have AIDS, and was dying, but wished for no publicity or paparazzi in what could be his final weeks.

Then, November 24 dawned. It was cold, brisk, but nice out. RoGer Taylor pulled in the walk of FReddie's house, hoping to see him again, at about 10:40 in the morning. As the man was strolling up the walk, he receIved a call and pulled out his phone, answering it. He put his phone back shortly, stricken with grief. It was Jim. He said not to come in. Freddie had just diEd in his arms. Freddie's parents were called, as well...they were on a train to come see him, and they ended up coming only to the Funeral. The news was rang out the world over, in newspapers, on TV, on radio, as the world joined together in grief.

Freddie will aLways be remembered. In stadiums, in car rides and showers, on fields and in the hearts of Queenies everywhere. He died of a tragic disease that no one should ever die from. He has a trust fund, the Mercury Pheonix FOundation, that you can donate to or buy merchandise from, and I am planning to do both.  Freddie transcends all adjectiVes and emotions, running straight up to God status. I love him, I'm sure you do, and people all over will always and forever love him...Ya hEar that, Freddie? Hang in there, buddy, up there. Your friends and fans will be up there soon, too...Then we can be together. I promise.



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~There is a trick called 'subliminal messages'. Find it! I'll give you a hint. Write down all the letters you see capitalised that shouldn't be. There will be a different message per paragraph. Good luck, hunters!~