Bohemian Rhapsody

"So who is this Biersack-Guy?", Will asked as we sat on our small balcony having cake and some wine.

"You don't know him?! He is... He is abusive. And..." I sighed. "Well he is in prison for what he did to women."

"Alright... And why does your professor want you to write a paper about him if he is basically a danger for society?" I shrugged and sighed.

"Ask me something easier. He still is a photographer. And a good one on top of that, you know? I just have no idea how I am going to write this huge thing about him when you barely can find anything about him."

I wasn't lying. There was almost nothing on the internet about him. Not even pictures of himself, only a couple pictures he was famous for and they were intense.

We talked about him in class once. Ms. Shelton showed us one or two pictures we had to analyze but that was it. Of course we talked about his crimes but that hadn't been the center of attention.

"You should go talk to your professor. Maybe she made a mistake." I nodded and made a note for myself to try to get another subject.

Will and I talked about a couple other things which I was thankful for. I told him about Sarahs idea of a birthday party and how I wasn't that stoked about it. But to my surprise Will loved the idea.

"Look, Ju! You turn 20 only once! See it as a pre-celebration for your 21st birthday!" He smiled and I sighed, running my hand through my long hair.

"I don't know about this..."

"Let's wait until tomorrow. Maybe you changed your mind about it then." That wasn't very likely but I didn't want to destroy his hope for me being social.

-

Directly after class I walked up to Ms. Shelton's desk.

"Excuse me?", I asked and she smiled at me. "Yes, my dear?"

"I... Um... I think there was a confusion with my subject." The smile didn't fade away, it just widened to my surprise. "No, there was no mistake. I thought he would fit you perfectly."

"How...?" My hope sunk and I had to swallow hardly. I didn't see the slightest connection between this criminal and me. He sat in prison, probably for the rest of his life. He abused women and called it art. I didn't want to be associated with him at all.

"Your techniques are very similar. He only uses analog cameras, just like you."

I sighed. "But there is literally nothing to find. Can't you just give me another subject?" I would beg on my knees if I had to. But the next thing she said completely threw me off guard.

"Oh, honey. Have you considered looking him up in books? And what I think would be really helpful is actually talking to him, you know?"

My jaw dropped and at first I thought I misunderstood something. But she just repeated what she said before. "Talk to him and ask him questions. He is actually not as bad as the media says, you know?"

"He... He is in prison", I stated the obvious. My professor just laughed and took both of my hands in hers. "I know, Juliet. But you can still make an appointment with him. Look, I don't ask you to be his friend. I just think that this experience would help you leaving your comfort zone and expanding your point of view. It is not dangerous to sit down with him and talk. There will be police around the whole time."

She talked about this man like he hadn't done anything wrong... But there was something else. She seemed so calm and normal. It was almost like she knew him personally. The way she smiled at me and defended him...

"I could even make an appointment if you want to."

Sighing I looked towards my feet, defeated by my professors arguments. I had to turn in a paper at the end of the day. "Yes please", I finally managed to say and immediately a lump grew in my throat and my stomach twisted. I would be meeting up with a man known for his violence and twisted mind.

-

What did I want to ask him? What was there to ask someone like him? What did I even want to write about? I didn't know anything about him.

After roughly an hour of brainstorming questions and possible outcomes I settled on a few things I wanted to know and from there I was going to build the whole paper. Ms. Shelton called after dinner to tell me when and where I was to meet him. Surprisingly it was not in prison. It actually was a fancy looking restaurant from what I saw on the internet.

The next question for me was now: What was I going to wear? Definitely not my typical jeans-t-shirt-attire. Maybe a little cute dress? Sarah would know for sure what to do so I called her.

"Advice? On what?", she asked with a little confusion. I sighed and decided to just drop the bomb.

"I have to meet up with Biersack."

"What?!", Sarah shouted, taken aback.

"Shelton said I needed to talk to him and to kind of... Interview him, you know?"

It was silent for a moment until she spoke again. "Alright... And uh... Why do you need my advice?"

"On clothes. I don't know what to wear, since the place I'm supposed to meet him at isn't prison. It's a really fancy restaurant..."

Sarah and I continued going back and forth about clothes and the meeting. She helped me a lot coping with the whole thing and now I was half nervous and half courious. In the end he was still an artist and maybe Ms. Shelton was right. Maybe he wasn't the monster everyone thought he was. Besides his actions.

"What do you think he looks like?", I asked Sarah while lying on Will's couch, twirling a blonde strand of my hair around my finger.

"Hm... Maybe he's some real old dude. Like those creepy ass stalkers?" I laughed and so did she. "Yeah with gross yellow teeth and a half bald head."

God were we wrong...

Notes

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