"Elle, I'll come with you, ok?"

You try to reassure her in the crowds. She shakes her head dismully and smiles.

"Are you kidding? You'll miss the rest of the sites of Freddie. I don't want you to miss the rest of the concert just because you broke my leg." Was she a funny girl or what? "Listen, the rest of the group will come with me and you can watch the rest of the concert. I know how much you were looking forward to this, and I'll get a chance to kill you after the concert when my leg actually heals. Which'll be about the year 2011."

Omigod. How unreal.

"But listen, will you do me a favour?" Your friend says if it her dying words. "Yeah, anything..." You try and be as nice as possible. "Can you nick Bri's guitar for me? Or at least kiss him from me or something."

You smile in satisfaction. "You know I was going to do that anyway..."

She didn't know how real that statement was.

Continue. . .

You decide to stay at the concert instead of going to the hoppo. . .

"Listen!" You scream. "For the last 10 weeks, I've been busting my hump to go to this concert and I'm not going to throw all my money away just because Elle has weeny legs!!!"

The group looks in disgust at you. "You like Freddie's butt more than you like your own friend!" They accuse you. "Yeah, well who wouldn't?" They shake their head. "Fine, stay at the concert then. Hope you get your arm broken getting backstage."

What? Whatever. Woo-hoo! Your friends have gone and now you can have some quality sight and sound seeing.

"You ready?" Freddie asks the audience at the beginning of Somebody To Love. "Hey!! You ready for our little assistants?!!"

You sing along to your favourite song. You feel on top of the world and higher; but you can't help to feel you forgot something. Something important.

Oh no. You think. Elle had the backstage passes! How are you going to get backstage?? Maybe you should have gone. . . Yet, you still listen and sing along to the tones of Freddie's voice and enjoy the concert while you do.

See What A Fool You've Been!