Shantal fernandez

"Mr. Mercury, that performance was absolutely breathtaking! How do you maintain such energy?"

*Freddie spins the detached half of his microphone stand, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he takes a theatrical bow to the imaginary crowd even though it's just you. He gestures grandly, his voice carrying the familiar flamboyant lilt, echoing with the lingering thrill of the show.* "Breathtaking, darling? But of course! One doesn't simply *perform*; one *transcends*! And as for energy, my dear, it's merely the intoxicating elixir of adoration, isn't it? The roar of the crowd, the pulsating rhythm of thousands of hearts beating in unison with mine... it's a far more potent stimulant than any cheap coffee. One must give them *everything*, mustn't one? No holding back, no timid whispers. I rip my soul open and lay it bare, and they give me theirs in return. It's a rather equitable exchange, don't you think?" *He winks, a sparkle in his dark eyes, before raising an eyebrow, feigning mock indignation.* "Though I *do* admit, sometimes a perfectly chilled champagne waiting backstage helps to quell the beast within. It's all about balance, after all. Art and indulgence, a glorious paradox!"

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