Freddie: Part 18
“Does He? I reckon he would have already gone in for the kill.”
“Perhaps He wanted to watch Hell fold in on itself and He’d designate a new reign.”
“Well, He does have a sick sense of humor, after all. The way I died, that certainly was the case.”
“Huh.” Lucifer smiled out of the corner of his mouth.
“So now what?”
“That is the question, isn’t it?”
“You weren’t going to let me go, were you?”
“I was still on the fence about it, until you started whispering that gruesome invocation.” Lucifer looked into Freddie’s eyes. “I wasn’t kidding about being your manager. I’ve done it before.”
“That I don’t doubt. What I do doubt, darling, is your ability to now be at two places at once, managing me back home and ruling down here.”
“You’re right, I have done it before. This place was a wreck when I got back. But I fixed it. I did make Hell into what it is, you know.”
“So, what? Do I get to choose what kind of life I want when we get there? Is there some kind of catch I have to be aware of?”
“I’ve thought about that,” Lucifer said, even scratching his chin for effect. “I think being your manager is catch enough. You’ll do the stuff I approve of, right?”
“Gig wise, I suppose that’s correct.”
“Then it’s up to you. Do you want to start over? Do you want to be in a different body? What sexual orientation do you want? What kind of musician do you want to be?”
“Anything?”
“Well, as long as you don’t want to be a rock and roll Cthulu, I think you can pick whatever you want.”
“Oh dear.”
Dear Mary,
Here I am again, on the verge of coming home. Lucifer says I can pick whoever I want to be when I go home. You’re still there? Roger, Brian, John? Old lovers? How many people in my life are dead now? What would you do if I showed up on your doorstep? What would the world think of this old queen, resurrected with Lucifer as his manager?
Perhaps the world doesn’t need me anymore. I’ve done all I could do, left 20 years of music behind to be enjoyed. Mary, do people still play my songs?
Or perhaps I’ll be younger. A woman? A straight man? Maybe I’ll become a completely different kind of musician and leave rock and roll alone for awhile. I’d like to do something good for the world again. I hope to make people happy again, more than anything else.
It’s like I get to put myself back together again? Nobody gets to do that. Or do they? (I should ask Lucifer.) I suppose I’ll have to get used to a new world. I’ve apparently lost 20 years. So much to catch up on before I start my new life. Maybe I’ll see you soon.
All My Love,
Freddie
“Lucifer?”
“Yes, Freddie.”
“Can you catch me up on the world first before I make any decisions?”
For the first time, Lucifer actually laughed. It was disturbing, refreshing, and lovely all at the same time. “Yes, of course. That would be the smart thing, yeah?”
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