Interview With Freddie Mercury Novels & Stories

Not just plain luck. Before the clock could hit ten, the staff was already in my office, setting up their stuff. I usually give them thirty minutes of my spare time at most when the questions are good. Every minute of my time is precious and I can't waste it over shitty interviews. "Good morning, Mr. Pride. Our interview today will be recorded, but don't worry because you have control over what we release. Please feel free to tell us if you want to cut out something and we'll do it for you. We will mainly ask about your company but with your permission, may we ask you some questions about your personal life as well?"

Drake's POV “ I heard what happened. It's been quite a while since we last spoke or heard from each other. What's up? What's the latest.” Freddie Mercury, a childhood friend of mine, inquired as we exchanged handshakes. I took a seat and Freddie to a seat opposite me. “ How's it been going man? It's been quite a whole while since we last spoke. How is this city treating you?." I asked Freddie,my voice a mix of curiosity and eagerness.

"And you don't deserve any recognition if you let your secretary be at the hospital right now because of an allergic reaction. You're not looking up to your employees, and you must be just letting them get sick. Maybe because the perfume experiment—" "Woah," the interviewer cut. He chuckled. "Everyone must be seeing this hot interview. Viewers, this is just the first question. You two must have really hated each other, what ever the reason is," The interview went long. And it was draining. I went o my car and lean. I got no energy left. Montenegro drains all my positive sides. On my side mirror, I saw Kalixo looking at me before he decided to enter his car and went away.

The music swelled and the screen went dark but then Mercy came on. She was sitting in the forest, on a log, the sun filtering in through the trees. She remembered the interview well. Jonathan had filmed her and she hadn’t known what to say. He told her to just speak from her heart, so she had. Now she watched the final product of that interview on the large screen along with the audience.

The noise of the music camouflaged the sounds of the voices. "Do you come here often?" Asked Frederic "Every Friday and Saturday and you?" replied the juvenile. "I think it's my first time if I had known I would show up there every day" said Frédéric "You're funny. What job do you do?" asked the juvenile "I am a journalist in training." Frederic said "Oh please don't give me an interview" joked the juvenile "Here it is you who is funny." replied Frederic "I find you nice and nice." confessed the juvenile

Can I just die? "I'm sure she's watching right now. Hello, you know who you are." Milo says happily with a smile while waving to the camera. I dumped my face on the pillow and screamed. The other boys were smiling and glancing over at Milo but the interviewers didn’t look happy with his answer and I hate the media. "How about you Silas, you're the other single member of this band. Do you have a special friend too right now?" Freddie asks with a smile. "Well, to be honest, our fans are my special friends.” Silas says with a smile.

Sophie replied. Both brothers and I stared at her. “What?” I whispered. “I'm not press ready. I can't do an interview or something.” Panic started to curl in the pit of my stomach. I hated public speaking. I hated having everyone's attention on me. What if I messed up the interview? It would be on tape. Liam hated my innocent mistakes now, and I could only imagine the mistakes I could make in an interview. “Oh, not a live interview,” Sophie assured me. “Something that shows the people the real you. And it will benefit Freddie's negotiations.”

"Hello, sir, here is my resume." Frederick fixed him with a steely glare, causing the man to recoil in surprise. He had been polite; why was the interviewer so angry? Frederick slammed his hand on the table. "Did I say the interviews had started? You are clearly cunning and opportunistic. We don't need people like you here. Leave now!" Everyone was shocked. They had never seen an interviewer dismiss someone so abruptly without even looking at their resume. Normally, they would have left, but the excellent benefits of Timbergale Corporation kept them rooted in their seats.

I honestly felt she was going to be here and I wanted to catch her reaction live, when she figured out I was alive and not dead. Anyway, Eliaz was going to deliver the message to her eventually. “Ma'am?” Someone called, pulling me out of my thoughts. I blinked back, just to come face to face with the interviewer. She has a sweet smile on her face, but I could easily tell she'd been calling out to me for a while now. “Are you okay?” “Yes, yes.” I nodded. “I just zoned out a bit. I'm sorry.” “Its okay if you don't want to do it.” Fredrick’s hands found my thigh and he gave it a small squeeze. “We can reschedule it for another time or not do it at all.”