Bohemian sat into his piano stool, glancing towards the cheering crowd below the stage..even with all these fans and love..he still felt empty, he sighed, looking back at the piano as he began to play, after adjusting the microphone closer to his lips, “..Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?” he sang, his fingers hitting all the right notes in this..depressing though classic song, “..caught in a landslide, no escape from reality..open your eyes, look up to the skies and see,”