Salut!

It's International Languages Week at my school… So I'm having fun saying hi to the teachers when they call my name on the roll.

If ANYONE wants to know, I passed my Jazz exam, but mucked up my Classical Turns (not a good idea when the examiner used to be a ballerina for the London Royal Ballet…) and I have a Hip Hop one in 6 days.

But back to the story…

It had been a week since Galileo and Scaramouche had left. Run away. Disappeared. Whatever you want to call it. The main thing is that they were gone. Freddie was just getting by. He had started to lose the numbness that followed him around each day. But everyone was still worried about him. He wouldn't talk to anyone, not even Lady, and could be found talking to himself in his sleep at night. He started reading the things the bohemians called 'magazines', and the captured him. Their bright colours and pictures of old musicians.

He was rifling through the piles late one night and found one that wasn't a magazine. It was made of paper, and it was massive. It said THE SUN in big letters, and beside the letters it said FREDDIE IS DEAD. Freddie… That's my name! He picked up the yellowed paper and ran to the only person he knew that could tell him about what the not-magazine contained.

Pop.

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"These… bars… are… really… strong…" Galileo grunted in between pulling on the metal bars that made the outside walls of the cell.

"Wow, really? I never would've guessed." Scaramouche said sarcastically. Did Gaz actually think he would make a dent in the solid iron bars? Galileo looked over his shoulder, throwing Scaramouche an evil look. "Calm down boy! Just sayin'!"

"At least I'm doing something constructive," Said Galileo, as he turned back to the bars. "Rather than just sitting there."

"Uh, excuse me! While you try to bend the impossible-to-bend bars, I'm actually coming up with a plan to get us out of here."

"Oh really? What is it?"

"Okay, once we get out, I use my amazing technology skills to turn off the alarm system that is located in that little box on the wall there," She said, indicating to the box in mention. "Once that is turned off, we then break through the glass doors at the end of the hall, and we then run like hell to get out."

"And after that?"

"We keep running."

"Sounds like a good plan, but, how do we get out of the cell first?"

"I… uh.." Scaramouche said, nibbling at her lip, looking at the floor.

"Do go on."

"I haven't got there yet." She whispered to the floor.

"Pardon?" Galileo said, cupping his ear in his hand. "I didn't hear what you said."

"I haven't got that far yet." Scaramouche said a bit louder.

"What?"

"I said, I haven't got that fucking far yet, alright!" Scaramouche barked at her smirking partner.

"I thought so." Galileo said smugly, focusing on the bars once more. Scaramouche was muttering obscenities to his back, and flipping him off at the same time. "Pardon?"

"Son of a bitch!" Scaramouche yelled, launching herself at Galileo.

"Holy shit! Get off my back!" Galileo yelled. The thumping of guard's boots down the hallway just spurred on her attack. They quickly unlocked the cell and started grappling at the two bodies, trying to pull them apart. Scaramouche let go of Galileo, and placed a punch on the jaw line of the guard grabbing her shoulder. He fell to the floor, clutching his jaw, as Scaramouche started pummelling the other guard in the cell. Galileo soon joined in, which got the guard on the ground much faster. Galileo stopped to stare at his handy work as Scaramouche ran to go disarm the alarm system. Galileo was roused from his focus by the sound of breaking glass and a cursing Scaramouche. She had a red liquid pouring down from her knuckles. She had used her fist to break the glass. Galileo ran out of the cell to the door where Scaramouche was standing. He started to kick the door so that a hole big enough to fit a person was formed. Scaramouche quickly slid through it, Galileo in tow and the bolted for the exit.

"Good plan." Galileo said to Scaramouche as they were sprinting down the second hallway.

"Thanks, I thought so too!"

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"So Freddie," Pop said, leaning back into the chair he was sitting on as Freddie sat on his lap. "What do you want to know?"

"Who was this Freddie?" He started.

"Freddie Mercury is our bright, guiding star. You were named after him, in fact. He was different, and that's what made him special. He had a voice that no one had ever heard of before. He drew crowds by the thousands. He was the birth of us, of the Bohemians. He had a band called Queen. They were the last true band before GlobalSoft took over. He died of a thing called the Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome, or AIDS for short. His passing was a huge loss to the world." Pop knew he had lost Freddie at this point. His eyes had glazed over, and he almost started to drool. "You know what? I have a video tape of him somewhere…" Freddie hopped off Pop's lap as he got up to find it. Ten minutes later, they were both sitting in the Seven Seas after watching the quick video Pop had of Freddie singing. Freddie had forced him to watch it over and over for the last 7 minutes, and Pop was sure he would never forget the lyrics now.

"So as you can see, this Freddie was amazing."

"Yes, yes he is."

Freddie jumped off his bar stool singing the words to the song he just watched.

"Mama, just killed a man. Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead. Mama, life had just begun! And now I've gone and thrown it all away."

"Son of a gun, I knew he had it in him." Pop said to himself, smiling.

Tomorrow is going to be a good day. He could feel it.