46.) I Carry On Through Stormy Skies

                                    

                                          
A/N:
                          
Hi, hey, hello!
                          
I've got a kind of first day back to work tomorrow and I'm freaking out. I hate socializing 😭
                          
Believe it or not, kiddos- teachers are basically a bunch of mean girls and nobody likes the weird kid aka ME!
                          
Hahaha. I'll be fine- but say an 'Our Freddie'
For me either way! ☹️👨🏻❤️
                          
P.S.
                          
This ain't the end. 
                          
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Freddie:

                          
The fucking paparazzi have been camped in front of my house since the early morning hours. The events from last night must have been top dollar news today. I'm trapped inside my prison cell, with the company of Oscar and a brand new bottle of Stolichnaya. 
                          
My cell phone lights up and starts to buzz on the center table in front of the couch. I pick it up to see Miami calling- what the fuck does he want now?
                          
"One stupid bastard speaking, how may I be of service to you, Beach boy?," 
                          
"Uh, Fred? Are you drinking, again?," 
                          
"Am I drinking, still? Yes and uh, a bit of coca to keep the old brain a-goin'- anyway, what is it?,"
                          
"Look- I wouldn't disturb you if it weren't something you'd love..,"
                          
Something I'd love? Love? Ha!
                          
"You have an urgent call from the Monserrat Caballe. She wants to speak with you in person-she says it's extremely important!,"
                          
Monserrat Caballe? My favorite opera diva- now, any other time I'd be frantically jumping for joy unable to control myself. I've always wanted to meet her. But right now, I don't have a care to give. 
                          
"I don't know about recording anything right now- tell her to get back to me-,"
                          
"I've tried that, but she insisted that you'd want to know what she has to say- she's a really big fan of yours, too- she said she needs to meet with you- TODAY!,"
                          
Why the fuck can no one understand that I want to be left alone!?My precious Montsy- a fan of me!? I find that hard to believe. I'm nothing special. I'm shit. 
                          
"I was just heading out to Rogers. Give her the address, I'm sure he won't mind. Gotta go now!,"
                          
I cut the call short, hoping he'd get the hint. I doubt he'd give her Rogers address without his consent. He's all about the legality of every single thing.
                          
I head out to the garage, grabbing my coat and a pair of dark shades to cover my eyes from flashing cameras. As I drive out the gate, my car is surrounded by the scavenging beasts who have nothing better to do with their time, but hound a man for a blurry picture. 
                          
I honk the horn loudly as I lower the top of the window. "Get the fuck out of the way or I'll run you down, you twats!!," 
                          
I smile big for the cameras they push against the windows, swaying my bottle of vodka into the lens and taking a drink before driving off. I do love making headlines. 
                          
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Roger:
                          
"It's best if we go now- Fred says everything is fine with them at home. I just talked with him at the studio the other day. Maybe she's just mad at you?,"