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Freddie Mercury's 38th Birthday Party at Club Xenon After Queen's London Leg of 'The Works' European Tour at Wembley Arena - 05 Sep 1984

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[anerdquemoraaolado]

Through Chrissie’s eyes

At Hyde Park

The following days for Queen were filled by preparations for the show in Hyde Park. As much as John Reid was taking care of everything, Roger, John, Freddie and Brian made a point of being present to find out how everything was being organized. Once again, Brian brought me to see the stage assembly and all the sound equipment. There were at least fifty people working, running back and forth, resolving any setbacks here and there. Brian took me by the hand to a certain distance from the almost ready structure of the stage, and we stood right in front of it.

The size of that thing made my stomach go tumbling. Something as big as that, to be used by only four people, four people of my family, whom I loved very much. Queen was growing and the crowd still frightened me. But I decided not to let this frighten me, they would be the center of attention, not me. More and more people recognized their talent and this in itself was what made me happy.

"It's going to be a big event, isn't it?" I said to my husband aloud.

"Yeah, Branson didn't measure up," Brian sighed, "they're going to fill the park on Saturday, that's what I expect, so it's all worth it."

"Bri, I ..." I hesitated, still impressed with all the work to organize the show "I never asked you this, but ... seeing a stage of this size, doesn't intimidate you a bit?"

"Oh yeah, for sure" he laughed, a little embarrassed "but after the tours I got used to it. Do you know what helps a little? It's just that no one is looking directly at me, and even if they look, there's no way I'm going to notice it because of the distance the audience is from the stage, besides, we're four. And ... Freddie always draws attention to himself."

"That's true" I said, remembering how the singer was a little more excited than usual in recent days over the show "he's trilling, but you?"

"A little nervous, really" Brian confessed "but until that happens upstairs, when I start playing with the guys, we kind of have fun and help forget the fear of the stage, we connect with the audience and we end up changing the same energy. They end up paying more attention to the music itself than to each of us. It's incredible! What is it?"

I loved watching Brian as he spoke excitedly about something he loved, and I was there in that kind of situation again, staring at him with shining eyes.

"Nothing, it's that ..." I lowered my eyes, but I got the courage to say it "When you talk like that, it always makes me fall in love with you even more."

"I don't know what I did, but thank you" Brian smiled and gave me a quick kiss, which was allowed in his current work environment.

"I hate to interrupt the two lovebirds, but we need to rehearse Bri" John came to call the band's guitarist "did you see Roger? He missed a while ago."

"Oh, I have no idea where he got in" Brian said, a little worried "I'll see if I find him, John, and we'll meet later."

"Okay, I'll wait for you" John nodded and went to the stage.

"Look Bri, I think I have an idea where he is" I remembered the motive of embarassment that our friend had last week "go to meet Freddie and John, I'll find Rog."

"Okay, thank you" He kissed my cheek as he said goodbye.

I went to the Mr. Branson's trailer, a kind of mobile office to take care of the details of the show very close to where it would happen, and of course his faithful squire Dominique was accompanying him and helping him in everything. I looked around the trailer, but there were no signs of Roger around. I knocked on the door, waiting for someone to answer.

"Chrissie!" Dominique smiled at me after opening the door, looking slightly relieved "what can I do for you?"

"Actually, I don't think I'm going to need any help." I looked away at a roguish way looking Roger inside the trailer and stared at him, angry "I found exactly what I was looking for."

"Come on, Chrissie, you didn't come here to scold, did you?" he shrugged, pretending to be innocent.

"I came to do you a favor, the boys are looking for you to rehearse, now!" I put my hands on my waist, placing authority in my voice.

"Okay, you don't have to say again" he muttered, and before he followed me, he gave Dominique a puppy look.

"Duty calls, Mr. Taylor" she replied, sounding irritated "You have to work, and so do I, ah, and one more thing, if you feel thirsty again you don't have to come to me just to drink some water, there's water wit the stage assistants, okay?"

He nodded to her, unable to say anything new, and finally left Dominique alone.

"But what is this water story?" I asked as we walked side by side.

"Oh, I was thirsty and I came to ask her where the water was" He shrugged.

"Seriously?" I looked at him like he was the biggest idiot in the world "and what else did you invent just to see her? Because I know that's exactly what you've been doing all day, I've seen you after her earlier."

"Oh Chrissie, I was just having some doubts about how everything will work, that's all ..." he thought I was misleading him with that naughty smile of his.

"Look, listen to me, if you really like her, you have to let the poor girl breathe, you're obsessed with her, if you didn't notice" I said, annoyed by his behavior.

"You know my bet? I'm running late to get it done, one time she'll agree to go out on a date with me " Roger explained, but it only made me angrier.

"And you already asked her out?" I crossed my arms.

"No ..." I ended up finding his fault "but I'm working on it."

I just put a hand on my forehead and shook my head, trying to cope with his stupid insistence. I stood in a corner of the stage to see the rehearsal.

Roger joined the boys, who received him with grunts and grimaces. So they ignored the delay and began rehearsing. They touched the entire Sheer Heart Attack, and Roger scowled here and there in the process. Before moving on to the next song, the drummer asked for a pause.

"What is it now, Rog?" Freddie asked him impatiently.

"No, it's just that ..." Roger grimaced and tried to move his foot "it looks like someone glued chewing gum on my pedal!"

"You're kidding ..." Brian sounded incredulous.

"No, man, that's serious." Roger lifted his foot hard and really had a gum glued to his sneakers"I'm going to complain to Branson, how absurd, it's clear someone put this here on purpose ..."

Without much thought he tried to take the chewing gum with his hand, and suddenly, a firecracker exploded near the battery. Roger jumped and screamed as sharply as when he sang, we all got scared, we looked around to see who had been the author of the prank, perhaps the same person who had glued the chewing gum.

An instant later, Dominique appeared and I soon realized that she was holding on to keep from laughing.

"I was standing nearby and I heard something popping up," she explained to the band. "Has anything serious happened?"

Roger rose angrily and went to her full of demanding.

"First, someone stuck chewing gum on my pedal, and then they popped a firecracker near me, I'd love to find out who it was and have a nice chat with him, Ms. Beyrand" He was speaking with his hands on his waist, ignoring the charming way he had used to speak to her so far.

"Well, you're talking to her Mr. Taylor" she allowed herself to laugh "it was my way of making it clear that your pursuit with me was already over the edge."

I saw the confused face that the drummer did while processing what Dominique had told her, she had just confessed that she had made those pranks with him. Instead of yelling at her, or playing the charming, he started to laugh. Even Dominique was confused by his reaction.

"You had the courage to do this to me? I have to congratulate you!" Roger laughed a little more. "Darling, you rock! And look, I called you darling with all respect, just to make it clear. And I apologize for being a sticky tick today. Can we start over?"

 He ended up offering her a hand, which she ended up shaking.

"Apologies accepted Mr. Taylor" Dom replied, and I realized that she was a bit impressed that he had laugh of her pranks.

"You can call me Roger" the drummer offered.

"And you can call me Dominique, out of work" she smiled.

"You mean I'll see you out of work?" Roger risked.

"Who knows ..." Dominique let it out. "Now come back to the rehearsal, I've already messed you up too much."

And so, she left us leaving with the only thought of "But what just happened?". Roger stood for a moment with that silly smile for nothing before the boys went back to rehearsal.

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Through Chrissie’s eyes

The girls’ night

I rang the bell of the Deacon's apartment and waited for Veronica to come, trying to balance the bags I carried. It wasn't long before Mrs. Deacon opened the door.

"Hi!" Veronica greeted me and soon she was surprised by all the bags "so what's all this? You didn't need to bring anything ..."

I took the opportunity to deliver one of the bags to her.

"And abuse your hospitality?" I rebounded and went in "It's not my way."

"And can I know what this is all about?" Veronica crossed her arms, struggling to stay serious while she wanted to laugh.

"I remembered the sponge cake my mother used to make" I explained. "I've never been able to make one as good as hers, but mine can be good. And I wanted to vary our menu a little bit, a different thing from pizza."

"I shouldn't eat so much candy, you also scold me to not eat candy." Deacon reminded me.

"But today I want to make an exception just to spoil our baby Deacon!" I smiled and said in a lively voice, approaching my friend's belly to talk to her son "if you depend on Aunt Chrissie, you will be very spoiled!"

"No, no, this is bullshit" Veronica laughed. "You're so strict with the boys, imagine how you'll be with your nephew, or niece, or ..."

"Or what?" I knew what word she would complete with that phrase "do you wanna know? Let me start soon, so the sponge cake will be ready when Dom and Mary arrive."

I put my hand in the dough, literally, unwrapping everything I had brought, and being comfortable in the kitchen, while Veronica watched some soap opera on TV. Cooking my mother's recipe, and thinking about what Veronica was going to say, I began to think again about motherhood. I hadn't yet been married for a year, however maternal I was, I still didn't feel ready, and besides, there was something else that worried me. Wherever I went, if anyone knew Queen, it meant that they also knew my husband. Thinking about the size of it made me afraid. I had to learn to deal with it before I become a mother, I felt the need for it.

Mary and Dominique arrived as I spread the stuffing through the dough, and, drawn by the sweet scent of freshly out of the oven, they went straight into the kitchen.

"If I'd known you were going to cook, I'd come faster" Mary said, seeing what I was doing.

"Did you stay a little after your time today?" I asked.

"Yeah, you know how hard the work in a store can be sometimes" she said, looking tired.

"Well, it looks like we got a good reward for a busy day." Dominique smiled as she stared at the loaf.

"Here, folks, you can keep the stuffing bowl, until it's ready," I laughed and handed it to them.

The three of them tucked an unceremonious index finger into the bowl, and licked the dough. By the yummy faces, I knew It was goof, maybe even as good as my mother's. I put the form in the refrigerator, and decided to make tea to accompany. Both me and the girls liked chamomile, it was my favorite, although it didn1t always have the expected effect on me. Being anxious and worried were essential parts of me. But that was a night of calm and fun.

"I think I'm going to take some rest now," I sat down, and even stretched out my legs under the coffee table. "I think it was only Veronica who had a quiet day."

"Oh, I miss working sometimes" she said thoughtfully.

"The fatigue is part of it" I said "I know how it is. Running behind the children makes me exhausted."

"Still, I find it easier to deal with children than with certain adults who shouldn't behave like children, but they are real spoiled brats." Dominique referred to her work.

"Moody artists, isn't it?" Veronica deduced "must be really bad."

"A spoiled child you can fix, now an adult is actually a lot worse, especially if he's an artist," Beyrand agreed.

"But a child's temper tantrums are too bad" Mary mused. "I've seen children twisting their mothers' patience in the store. I'm always embarrassed and I try not to pay any attention to it."

"Anyway, if there's one thing we know is about dealing with grown kids," I laughed, reminding myself of the boys, fetching tea and the sponge cake.

"Oh yeah, they give us a hard work but I already miss my ungainly scarecrow ..." Dominique laughed, but daydreamed for a moment.

"Scarecrow?" I also laughed at what she called Roger, but I was pitying "You shouldn't call him that, that's how he looked like before you started dating."

"Really?" Beyrand was shocked.

"The poor guy changed so much because of you that he didn't even look like him." Mary confirmed what I said.

"We still don't know exactly how you got together until now" Veronica insisted.

"It was sudden, you left and suddenly, we were dating" completed Austin.

"Roger always did that, but in your case ..." I smiled, "it was really different and special."

"All right, girls" Dominique narrowed her eyes and folded her arms "I understand you want me to tell you what happened that night."

"Yes!" I, Mary and Veronica shouted at the same time.

"Okay, okay ..." Dominique laughed, "I'll tell you. Well, I think the beginning of this story is when the movie started, and Roger was paying attention to me, I felt him looking at me sideways, and he was talking to Freddie just to disguise. Then he said to me, "Come with me, please," and made those puppy eyes, how could I say no? I just nodded, he whispered to Brian, pointed to the door, and we all left.

"I didn't notice you leaving," I said.

"So," she resumed, "we walked a little in silence, until Roger seated near the fountain in the center of the neighborhood. Then I asked him what he had, he just told me to sit down, and then he started like this "I need to tell you something, if not, I can't live anymore."

"Dramatic as always," commented Mrs. Deacon.

"Right?" Dominique nodded "then I kept my guard up, I won't deny that I was already feeling the same as him, then I "Tell me Roger" and he "I never felt for anyone what I feel for you, I know it sounds sappy but Dominique, I don't know if you feel the same way about me, but I needed to tell you, I ... I fell in love with you, Dom, for real."

"Ow ..." we sigh together.

"Yes, I know, it melted my heart too," Dom commented on our reaction. "He even started crying because of that, so I held his hand so he could stop crying, and I was able to speak "since a little after my pranks I was charmed by you, just for showing me a little of who you really are, so thoughtful, loving, and I confess that the charm helps a little, then Mr. Taylor, did you know I fell in love with you too? And if you want me to be your girlfriend, I'll be very happy. "

"You asked him to date then?" Veronica brightened.

"Technically, yes, but that was all he was going to ask for." Dominique shrugged.

"So what? What did he do?" asked Mary.

"He spoke like this" "I don't believe it! Pinch me to see if I'm dreaming" "I took advantage of it and I said it" "I have an idea better than a pinch," "I smiled and kissed him, and I felt so ... " she returned to the passionate face "loved and important ..."

"I'm jaw-dropping!" I admitted "now I believe Roger can truly change."

"But of course he can, I'm officially in charge of putting some sense on him!" Beyrand made a serious face, but then laughed.

And after this real romance story but as sugary as a fairy tale, we continued our conversations, enjoying the sponge cake and the tea. The company of the girls brought me joy and calm, and it was good to know that we were real friends and we could count on each other, especially to share secrets from the heart.

[anerdquemoraaolado]

Through Chrissie’s eyes

The Deacons’ Wedding

Knowing the urgency that Veronica and John had to get married, we expedited everything as we could, we arranged documents, invitations for the guests, the church ceremony, everyone's attire, and finally the party at Jim's house. It wasn't easy, but as everyone was engaged, we managed to do it. We spent Christmas, New Year and finally the wedding day arrived in January 1975.

Me and the girls met at home to get the bride ready. Veronica didn't want to be too chic or draw attention, and we all respected her will. The boys got John ready at Freddie's apartment.

"Oh ... I don't even know what to think" the bride got up, ready "I'm happy, and I was just fine after deciding to get married, and now that we're here ... Am I going to do everything right?"

"I know exactly what you're going through" I leaned closer to her and held her shoulders. "But you van get through all this, focus on John and try to ignore the rest, no matter how difficult."

"I'll try," she managed to smile. "Thank you, Chrissie."

Veronica's parents came to pick her up and took her before us, while we kept waiting for the ride of our loved ones.

"Hurry up because we can't let the bride arrive before us" Freddie sprouted at the door and called us in a hurry.

I blinked a little scared, but I got the message a little later. As we were in three couples, the boys were in two cars. Roger and Dominique went with Mary and Freddie and me and Brian went in our car.

"Freddie is ..." I picked out the words before saying, as we were on the way to the church "drawing more attention than the bride."

"Oh yeah" Brian laughed. "He took the jacket from one set, the pants from, and to complete it all, the scarf."

"And don't forget your sunglasses," I added, "but it's just Freddie being Freddie ..."

"But today he extrapolated, we started calling him Angry Lizard 2.0" - my husband laughed a little more.

"Why angry lizard?" I was curious, that story I still didn't know.

"When we met John Reid the first time," Brian recalled, "he was wearing a scaly jacket with dragon wings on the back, I said he looked like an angry lizard, I remembered that today."

"Only you can make that kind of joke" I shook my head "and how's John doing?"

"He's nervous, less than I was at our wedding, but he's very sure of himself, and that's the most important thing."

"You know what, Bri?" I said thoughtful "I think John was already getting ready to proposal, and the baby was just a little push to give him courage, they had loved each other long before that. And loving each other is the main reason to marry."

"You're absolutely right, my love." Brian smiled and took my hand for a moment.

We arrived and saw that the bride was at the door, waiting for everyone to arrive.

"We can't go in without all the maids and best men here" Veronica said.

"Sorry for the delay," Brian apologized for both of us.

"You're really not late," she explained. "I arrived early, but it's better you're going to your places soon."

"Yes, ma'am," I understood the urgency of the situation and obeyed the bride, hurrying into the church.

Everyone was already in position, between the boys and the girls, there was another couple on John's side. Brian and I gave everyone a quick hello and went to our place.

"It's so much easier being a maid of honor" I realized, speaking out loud.

"I have to agree, but going through all this nervousness is worth it." He kissed my cheek and turned his attention to the door, and then we waited for Veronica's entrance.

She stepped in beside her father, slowly and shakily, near us. John began to cry. Roger, who was closer to him, placed a hand on his shoulder in sympathy. Then I looked back at Veronica, who was crying too. That way, I would start crying too soon. The bride arrived at the altar and quickly she tried to wipe his tears and he hers. John received Veronica from her father. The priest asked them to kneel and the bride and groom obeyed. The ceremony then began.

I watched every word, touched and realized how much more formal and traditional that marriage was. Perhaps it was the demand of the Tetzlaffs, Veronica's family. As little as I knew them, I could tell they were traditional, maybe that was one of the reasons she had become a quiet, shy girl.

After the sermon, the priest went to the rings and finally the question that everyone was there for. John and Veronica went back to sobbing when they said yes and this time I cried with them. Their kiss was timid and quick, but so sweet that it made no one doubt how much they loved each other.

They left the church waving to everyone and we went after them. Before we went to the party, we were bombarded by the photographer's flashes. I felt kind of uncomfortable taking a picture, but three years living with Brian, who sometimes stubbornly took pictures of me at ordinary times, made me get used to it. And group photos were more comfortable for me than just me appearing in the photo.

So we all went to the party, and when I got there, I noticed that it was a little bigger than my party and Brian's. We sat down with Roger, Freddie, Dominique and Mary, since Veronica and John's relatives were kind of unfamiliar to us.

"How many people ..." I let slip, but it was more for Brian to hear.

"It seems that both the Deacons and the Tetzlaffs are large families," my husband replied. "We have far fewer relatives, so our party was smaller."

"Um ..." I agreed, distracted.

What comforted my discomfort of being among strangers was being close to my friends. Time passed and John came up to us, bringing two guests I didn't know with him. The man was one of his best men and the girl was younger than us.

"Uh, guys, they insisted a lot to come and meet you, so I hope you don't mind," John explained. "This is my friend Nigel Bullen, we were from the same band at school, and this is my sister Julie. Julie, Nigel, this is the rest of Queen, Roger, Brian and Freddie."

They exchanged handshakes politely as each of the boys introduced me, Dominique and Mary to John's guests.

"I recognized John on television," Nigel said, "in that video of yours, Killer Queen, isn't it? I barely believed it was the old Deaks on TV."

"Yeah, sounds easy, but we got really hard to get there." Freddie's voice was proud.

"Wouldn't it be possible for you to play something?" Julie asked hopefully.

"Oh no, Julie, maybe our style doesn't please most of the guests, and you also shouldn't give them ideas, they possibly will agree" her brother advised.

"You know John, that song you composed for Veronica, it would be perfect to play now," Roger suggested.

"No, no, no, no," John shook his head. "it's not ready yet, and I'm already doing a lot of exposure of my figure for one day, okay?" I love you guys, but can you give me some time, at least on my wedding day?"

"Cut the drama Deaky, you win" Freddie accepted the truce.

"Thank you," John said sarcastically, but relieved.

After a while, Veronica also came to see us. The poor girl was already tired by all the rush and the baby, and just wanted only a familiar place to rest. John came to sit next to her some time later, and it was there that I saw one of the most beautiful things in my life. The future daddy whispered something to his little unborn baby, that everything he and his mother did was for him, for the family the three of them would soon form.

[anerdquemoraaolado]

Some gems from my sketchbook, the first one was inspired by Queen and Adam Lambert arriving in South Korea. Second is from Doubtful Truth when Brian and Chrissie say goodbye to Jimmy when he goes to college, and last one is in their younger ages. Happy Valentine's Day, folks!

[anerdquemoraaolado]

Through Chrissie’s eyes

Solved Romances

If there was one thing I could always rejoice about was getting the folks at home, we joked around (especially the boys when they decided to tease with each other, but nothing to make them really hurt one another), we would comment on what was going on TV and having a great time, leaving the spotlight on the stage for a moment to be just a group of friends. When I stopped to admire this scene, I started to think about the lonely girl I was in Leeds, and college who thought I would never have friends and now, I had more than that, I had a family. And as with every family, we had family conflicts as well.

While I waited for Brian to arrive from the studio, I was surprised that he came alone with Roger's company.

"Where's Freddie and John?" I asked, since I missed them.

"Freddy went to get Mary and John ..." Roger paused for a moment "stayed behind to talk to Jim Beach, which is very suspect. I doubt that Deaky has made something wrong..."

"Maybe he's solving the problem that bothered him all week," Brian opined. "But you noticed that today he was a little better, he was able to make a joke and everything."

"There's something wrong with John, definitely." Roger folded his arms in a way that wanted to solve this mystery "but changing the subject ...."

Roger slipped close to me, rolled his eyes and Brian was on the defensive, ready to lecture his friend if he bothered me too much.

"How's your cupid job going?" asked the drummer innocently.

"Oh, Roger, calm down" I knew exactly what he was talking about "she'll come, okay? You're more anxious than I usually am because of this ..."

"Another proof that he really does love Dominique" Brian understood, "God help us!"

"Oh, yes, He will." I smiled at Roger for his curiosity. I approached Brian, who leaned over to hear me whispering in his ear.

"Oh ..." Brian exclaimed in surprise and laughed.

"Don't tell anyone!" I pointed to my husband.

"I hate it when you do that." The drummer didn't even bother tormenting me to find out what I'd told Brian and ended up throwing himself on the couch, his favorite seat in my house.

Just then, Freddie and Mary and John and Veronica arrived.

"What did I miss? What did you do with Roger?" Mercury asked when he saw Taylor in that desolate state.

"Just teasing his passionate heart" I said, "I don't need to tell you guys to feel comfortable, right?"

"Chrissie" - Veronica had called me "first of all, me and John wanted to tell you something, it's very serious ..."

"Oh my God! I knew it was something serious" I can't help but despair "sorry, sorry guys, it's better I let you talk."

Brian put a hand around my shoulders, helping me calm down, but the rest of the group was worried too. Roger straightened on the couch, Mary and Freddie sat down and turned their attention to John and Veronica, who stared at us for a moment, creating courage. They grabbed each other's hands.

"Guys, what's happening is that ..." Veronica sobbed, trying to avoid crying "I'm pregnant!"

It was unanimous as everyone left the place to hug her. It was so unexpected, but so beautiful, so wonderful ...

"Guys, guys ..." John tried to call us, but it took a while for us to turn our attention to him "wait, there's more, I didn't finish it. Veronica and I talked a lot about this and we decided to get married and we need to be quick, and for this we need your help. Veronica's parents have already set the date in the church and Jim is going to give us his house for the party ..."

"Looks like everyone wants to get married at Jim's house ..." Freddie said, "but how long do we have to organize everything?"

"By January next year" Veronica said rather nervously, "my parents insisted, and we also think it's best."

"It's nice from Jim to give his home again" Brian smiled, obviously remembering our own wedding "but don't worry, it's all about organizing, we can do it!"

Everyone nodded and agreed in a rush of voices and more hugs and congratulations. In the middle of all that confused celebration, I almost didn't hear the bell. I ran to answer, and if the news of Veronica and John had already made us happy, the evening's visit would make Roger much happier.

"Did I come at a bad time?" Dominique asked, paying attention in the peering into the house and seeing all the noise.

"Not at all, in spite of the mess, I assure you this is all a very good thing," I explained and invited her inside.

"Dominique!" Roger was not a bit discreet - "you came ..."

"Chrissie even came to my work to invite me, so I couldn't undo it," she smiled.

Dom greeted everyone quickly and the prospective parents told her the news.

"Congratulations!" she hugged Veronica "I hope that you continue to be very happy, because I can see that you already are."

"Oh, thank you." John felt embarrassed by the compliment.

"Well, now that we've figured it all out and celebrated, let's go to the movie," Brian said as the host.

We took Ben Hur's session on the BBC, which had started at 9pm. We turned off the light and only the television illuminated the room. I noticed that only I, Brian, John, Veronica, and Mary were paying more attention. Freddie and Roger made their comments while Dominique paid more attention to their conversation. Or rather Roger, with every look they exchanged, I felt the mood between them.

After several slices of pizza, I got up to see if anyone else wanted more. When I came back, and I gave everyone a general look, I noticed that Roger and Dominique were gone. So as not to disturb the session, I turned to Brian and spoke softly:

"Where's Rog? Dominique disappeared, too. Did you see them coming out?" I whispered.

"He motioned for me rhat he was leaving" Brian answered in the same tone of voice as mine, "she went along with him."

"And you let they go?" I was a little worried

"My love, Roger can be wild at times, but he's an adult," Brian laughed. "Besides, you and I are sure he loves Dominique, he won't do anything to hurt her. And she won't hurt him, from what you told me. Just let them work it out on their own, where's your certainty that everything was going to be all right?

"Yeah, yeah, right," I agreed, wishing the best between those two.

We continued to watch, passed the scene of the wreckage and the adoption of Judah, when I realized that Roger and Dominique had returned. They sat side by side, she laid her head on his chest, one of his hands caressing her back.

"See? We didn't miss the part of the chariot race" I heard Roger whispering to her "it's the only part I like in this movie ..."

"Ben Hur is much more than that, Rog ..." Dominique laughed softly and they turned their attention back to the television.

So when the movie ended, I saw everyone with sleepy faces, a sign that they were ready to go home.

I separated some leftovers of pizza, Mary took the most greasy ones, while Veronica got the healthiest, since I was thinking about the health of the baby.

"Guys, guys!" Roger was the only one who didn't look sleepy "since today is a day of speeches, let me tell you that me and Dominique are officially dating."

It shocked everyone's sleep. Dom kissed his cheek, agreeing with what Roger told us.

"It's nothing new he getting a girlfriend" John teased.

"At last!" shouted Freddie.

"Well ... Good luck Dom ..." Mary shrugged.

"Hey!" Roger protested.

"It's a joke," Austin laughed.

"Finally! It's about time! I couldn't bear to see this boy suffering ... " I confessed.

"Congratulations, man!" Brian said cordially.

And after that memorable night, we could only get some sleep. My family was growing up, soon we would meet baby Deacon and Dominique had joined the gang. Once again, I was looking at new things that made my life happier.

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Through Chrissie’s eyes

Stubborn Patient

They insisted that I should go home, including Brian, but I couldn't leave him there. At least that first night at the hospital I wanted to stay there. Dr. Reeves who had attended and cared for my husband so far ended up agreeing. John Reid and the boys said goodbye to us, wishing Brian could get well soon.

Now I was sitting in the chair where Roger was before, watching my husband, no matter how tired and weak he was, Brian refused to sleep.

"You must rest," I insisted.

"And you, too," he muttered back, "I didn't want to give you all this trouble, I worried you, I made everyone worried, even Roger was in despair."

"John told me how you were, it wasn't an exaggeration their reaction," I said, "but ..."

I stopped talking as I realized that what I would say out loud would sound strange and even cruel criticism. Since knowing Brian I knew that being a musician was one of his biggest dreams, and now he was living it all, shows and more shows, trips, recordings, but I figured that all that rush was what had probably made him sick. As much as it was a dream, was all this madness worth it? It was unfair for me to make such a comparison, I couldn't measure things that way. If I were to stop to think, all the professions had a risk.

It wasn't only that which had made me sad, the way the receptionist barred me, as if I were a mere stranger, or a reckless fan taking advantage of the situation, it was as if I were being forbidden to see my husband just because he was a famous guitarist and I could be pretending to be his wife just to see him. How absurd!

I didn't notice that I was staring at the bedroom door, one hand on my chin, my index finger tapping nervously on my cheek until Brian called.

"Chrissie, what's wrong?" I turned to Brian and noticed how worried he was.

"I ..." I tried to recover from my daydreaming "I was just wondering if ... Did you feed yourself and rest properly during your trip? Maybe that's why you got sick."

"I rested as best I could, but maybe it was an accumulation of tiredness," he said thoughtfully, "about the disease, I'm calmer now, I'm just worried about you."

"I'm fine, Bri," I tried to disguise, "I think all we need now is to get some sleep."

"Okay," he insisted no longer, the tiredness finally overcame him.

I lay on his chest, hugging him tightly, being with him there reminded me that regardless of what had happened and what I had thought, at that moment he was just my husband, who promised to love me forever, to the rest of our lives, no matter the circumstances.

The next morning, however reluctant I was, I returned home and left in order what I needed. Dr. Reeves, after doing some more tests, concluded that it would take four months for Brian to fully recover. He accepted this time with some sadness. One thing that Brian hated was to be standing idle for a long time while he could be studying a new scientific fact or making new music. But it was more than that that worried him. I also saw that to keep up with his state I would have to leave my job for a while.

"Don't do that, Chrissie" Brian told me when I told him, "you can't stop your life for me ..."

"It's not what I'm doing, seriously, it's my decision, you need me, I love you and I will take care of you, don't start with"stop your life for me," you are a very, very important part of my life, Brian understood?" I sounded kind of angry, but he understood that it was for his own good.

Sometimes we let our insecurity show. In the midst of this situation, a truce that arose between us was that we agreed I'd spend the day at the hospital and sleep at home. Gradually we got used to this hospital routine, the boys and the girls came to see us always, and for now Queen had stopped all their activities.

"That's not right, folks," Brian snapped when they told him about the break "I'm ... not helping... you should ..."

"Continue the band without you? Replace you?" Freddie guessed it "yeah, maybe we'll do it ... Maybe we'll get a smarter guitarist than you ..."

"As if you could find another astrophysicist guitarist out there" John added.

"It's serious, guys" Brian laughed, but then he grimaced, feeling the pain of the medicine "I'm afraid, even if you put someone in my place ..."

"Nobody will replace you!" Roger hit the bed, which made Brian moan in pain again "sorry ... But if they do it, they'll get a lesson from me."

"It's good to know that you miss me ..." My husband smiled at his friends, moved.

Roger, Freddie, and John said good-bye, and when we were alone, I had to ask.

"Did you really fear Bri, of having to leave the band?" that was enough to break my heart, and forget all the bad consequences of fame.

"I don't want to have to do this ever" Bri couldn't contain his tears. "They're my family, Chrissie."

"I know, and you saw, if you depend on them, you're not going anywhere," I said firmly, so he wouldn't doubt it.

"My love, do me a favor?" Brian called again.

"Of course, tell me" I was willing to take his request.

"When you go home, take and bring my notebook and Red Special" he told me, making that face that could convince me always, but not now.

"No way!" I disagree and made a face "you are in recovery and rest, that face of yours won't work now, no sir, and besides, this is a hospital, you know, there is a basic rule that you need to be quiet, and playing a guitar does make noise, so I'm sorry, my love, but I won't be able to do that."

"Chrissie ..." Brian covered his eyes with his hands and began to laugh, I didn't know if it was of anger, frustration or of my face.

"Yoy can laugh how much you want, I won't bring your guitar" I giggled, too.

"So do this" my husband took a deep breath, ready to propose another truce "arrange a piece of paper and a pen for me to at least write,it doesn1t take that much effort to write."

"All right" I was able to agree and I granted this request.

Even as he lay back on the hospital bed, Brian wrote and muttered a melody, the way he was use to composing. As enthusiastic as he was, that composition would have to wait a little longer to be ready.

[anerdquemoraaolado]

Through Chrissie’s eyes

Back to work

I've never seen Brian get any more relieved in life than the day he finally got out of hospital. I was agonized to see him sad all these months in the hospital, although I kept him company and our friends came to see him always.

Brian made sure to hold my hand and we left hand in hand from the hospital, thanking on the way who had taken care of him. Part of me was afraid of what we might find out there, maybe what my husband told me that happened in Japan would happen there as well, but at the discretion of John Reid, he didn't let the news of Brian's condition spread, and outside the hospital wasn't a lot of fans waiting for him. I had escaped this time, but I knew I would have to deal with such a situation sooner or later. At the moment, I was glad my husband was well again.

Brian's parents came from Hampton to spend a week with us, as they became very worried when they learned he was sick. The older Mays praised our house and our good taste in choosing it, but Sir Harold didn't seem to be satisfied with the way his son was making his living now as a full-time guitarist. I felt Brian's discomfort and his struggle to respond to his father's opinion with his opposed opinion (he would never do that, Brian always respected Sir Harold very much), but his mother who knew what her son was going through always found a way around the situation .

One of those ways made me as uncomfortable as Brian's father asking him to leave this musician thing, on second thought, it was something that left me and my husband equally uncomfortable.

"But if the ladder has protection, it's because we have a little grandchild on the way, right?" Mrs. Ruth tried to guess "that's why you waited for us to come here, to tell us in person!"

"Mom!" Brian shouted dying of shame, feeling like a little boy again "please, I ... It's nothing like that, it's ..."

He looked at me for help. I was as desperate as he was, too, but if there was anyone I could be honest with it was my in-laws.

"Mrs. May ... " I started, wandered distractedly in my hair, looking for the right words "we just got married and still have not talked about it. Because having kids is a big responsibility, and Brian and I are still learning how to deal with married life ..."

"That's what she said," Brian agreed, since he was surprisingly speechless.

After all that embarrassing conversation and a few more days we said goodbye to Brian's parents and went back to our old routine. I went back to work and he made music, but as always, I kept that distracted way and the lost look when something bothered him.

"I know what your mother said is bothering you ..." I knew that was what worried my husband "I don't know if that's what you think, but ... I don't think I'm ready to be a mother, not now ..."

"Ah neither am I ... " he sighed with relief with the samethought "I mean, I ... I want, someday ... But definitely not now, it's not easy to care for and educate someone to life, to the world, and I think I can still learn a lot more things that will help me to be ... You know ... But you, the boys are sure that you'll get the hang of it."

"I know ..." I managed to laugh, "but being a real mother is different. We're going to decide the right time together, okay, Bri?"

"It's perfect for me ..." he agreed and we kissed, sealing the deal.

That same week, Brian set about finishing the song he had started to create at the hospital. It was great to see him happy back to the action and John, Freddie and Roger were eager for their return as much as Brian was. My husband filled "Now I'm Here" with guitar solos, his memories of the tour in the United States, and how he felt like a new man playing and singing again after so much time stopped.

EMI decided to give the band some time off, letting them wait until next year to work on a new album, but in the meantime, they were still performing in London. In the middle of them, the boys chose a day to play Hyde Park totally for free, a gift for fans in our homeland.

Brian insisted that I went along when Queen would meet Richard Branson, who would produce the show in Hyde Park, and again, I was in doubt, that same feeling of not being important enough to be there with them came back to haunt my head, but then I remembered the decision I had made a while ago, and now that I was officially Mrs. May, I had to work hard to keep that posture. I would be at my husband's side to support him. Plus, it was great being able to hang out with Brian and the boys after all that time in the hospital.

The boys and I were waiting for Mr. Branson at his office desk, until he was available to talk to Queen.

"I hate waiting," Freddie complained, threatening to get up.

"Nobody likes it, but don't make a scandal because of this, okay?" John looked at the singer absentmindedly as he flipped through a magazine.

"I wasn't going to make a scandal." Freddie sat up in his chair "I was just going to ask politely if they had a prediction of when Mr. Branson are going to talk to us ..."

"Uh huh, I'll pretend to believe it." Roger giggled.

So, as if guessing that Queen could make a fuss as hysterical artists (another thing for which they were getting famous), a girl appeared to save us from impatience. She looked serious, since she was in her workplace, but her gaze was patient, and even had a little mischief behind it, I had only seen something like this in Roger.

Roger, by the way, saw her and his mouth fell open. "Oh Jesus, it's going to start all over again ..." I thought, already understanding what was going on in Taylor's head.

"I'm sorry for making you wait" She was calm, and didn't show her excitement about meeting Queen, not because she didn't like them, I thought, but because she was accustomed to dealing with artists "I'm Dominique Beyrand, Mr. Branson's assistant, he asked to call you."

Dominique shook hands with everyone, and when Roger's turn came, he still had his mouth open. She gave him an unsightly smile and disentangled herself from him, gesturing for the band to follow her.

Before Roger got up, I touched his chin and pushed it up slightly.

"What is it, Chrissie?" He looked at me a little confused.

"If I knew you were going to be drooling like that, I was going to bring a bib for my baby son" I teased, it was funny to see him silly like that.

"Leave me alone, Chrissie!" He grimaced, outraged at my audacity.

"Hurry up, Rog!" Brian called from within.

The drummer snorted and joined his bandmates. I couldn't stop laughing at his reaction to seeing Dominique.

[anerdquemoraaolado]

Through Chrissie’s eyes

Explanations

After that huge and happy scare, we waited for the boys to get ready to leave. Mary and Veronica were with me and after hugging and congratulating me, I was finally able to interrogate them.

"You didn't know anything?" I asked suspiciously.

"No, no, nothing at all," Mary confirmed. "I even noticed them hiding something, but I thought it had to do with the band and the contract."

"John is so quiet to me sometimes that I didn't even have the slightest idea," Veronica declared, "but it was so lovely, shame Brian didn't speak into the microphone when he made the proposal, I wish I had heard."

"Thank God he didn't do that," I said, amazed at the idea, "I was going to faint ... But I assure you it was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard in my life, and best of all, I know it was sincere."

-Oh you have to tell us later ... I can't wait to start the wedding preparations ..." Mary said delighted.

"Oh, right" I got scared a little bit "there's so much to think about, I ..."

"Calm down, you just got engaged, you'll have plenty of time to think about it later," Veronica advised.

It was then that we met our respective boyfriends, or should I say, their boyfriends and my fiancé, and Roger, who by a miracle was unaccompanied today.

"I still can't believe you did that." I rushed right over to Brian, feeling such an emotion that I couldn't contain it.

"I apologize for the scare," he mused. "Don't forget the idea was theirs."

"But you let yourself be convinced," John pointed out.

"Oh ... You haven't heard half the story, Chrissie," Roger laughed.

"I think it's good to tell me everything, sir" I used my best mother voice.

"See how it was about time for her to be Mrs. May? She doesn't lose that bossy, worried mood, "said Freddie, pointing at me.

Knowing that I would feel ashamed to be asked to marry in front of a crowd, Roger, Freddie and John decided to celebrate my engagement and Brian's in our old apartment, as we always did, which they knew would make me happy, since it was something we were already used to doing always and it was my favorite family environment.

"Now that we have arrived, Mr. Roger Meddows Taylor, you can go straight to the point and tell me everything you know about the idea of the marriage proposal" I demanded Rog to tell me, even though I was joking, I was curious.

"Don't speak my middle name out loud, Mom" he made a husky voice and looked at me with those eyes of an abandoned puppy that he knew how to do so well.

"Look, Chrissie, I didn't want to proposal in public," Brian said in front of his best friend, sitting next to me. "I wanted something simple, just between us and ..."

"And letting us out of this important moment?" said Freddie, "and proposal to the girl who in your words, Bri," is one in a million, your one and only, your sweet lady" in any way?

"Simple doesn't mean it any way," John argued.

"Simple is bad in Freddie Mercury's vocabulary," Roger stated.

"Well, guys, as I was saying," Brian became irritated a bit with his friends "I wanted to ask you to marry me since ... Well, I think that shortly after we completed a couple of years of dating, I commented this with Roger, and he of course told Freddie and John."

"Oh, they had to know too," Rog shrugged, not caring about Brian wanting to keep it a secret "then we suggest he ask after a show, to show everyone how special you are to him and no one has any doubts about how much he loves you."

"And it's an unforgettable proposal!" added Freddie,"worthy of how memorable you are."

I felt embarrassed with so much flattering.

"I was against the idea at the beginning, because both you and I hated being the center of attention, but all these arguments convinced me," Brian said in an excited voice.

"Oh, he was so angry sometimes he said he was going to leave the rehearsal and propose to you, to get it sorted out at once, and I tried to stop it because I wanted the proposal after the show." Roger continued his story "he had this idea of asking at the beach in Hampton, that's why the day that Bri's parents called, what I told him was to wait a little longer and talk to you on the show."

"So that was what happened that day, I thought you were fighting," I reminded it aloud, "and I knew you wanted to tell me something on that day at the beach, Bri. Oh, I'm so glad it's not a serious thing, I was beginning to think you were in some kind of trouble."

"His problem was to want to do things very simply" Freddie still disapproved of my fiancé's original plan.

"But it really was unforgettable," I said at last, still reliving the memories of the proposal in my head "thank you folks. And thank you Brian."

I looked at him, he looked back at me the same way. I just laid my head on his shoulder, happy to be surrounded by friends who cared so much about me that they demanded and made sure that Brian asked to marry me in the most memorable way possible. And grateful for my fiancé, so methodical and considerate when it came to me that he accepted the crazy plan of his friends, just to show everyone how important I was to him.

"I thank you for agreeing to be my wife," he told me, touching my face gently.

"I don't know how to reciprocate," I confessed. "It was all so great and so thoughtful, I wanted to reward you for it."

"You don't have to do anything big, Chrissie," Bri smiled. "Just stay forever with me and it'll be enough."

"I will, I want to stay," I promised and he ended up kissing me and everyone applauding.

I was already used to all the commotion around us, but I knew our family of the heart only wanted the best for both of us.

[anerdquemoraaolado]

Through Chrissie’s eyes

The Goodbye

With the new house, other new things also happened, like the fact that I had my own car and didn't have to go by bus to work, I dreamed one day I didn't have to wear public transport, but I didn't expect it to really happen, sometimes that scared me, but over time, once again, I got used to it.

Another thing that changed was that my work schedule and Brian's were very different, I would leave early in the morning and this was the time we were sure we would see each other, but when I came back, not every day he was at home, he would sometimes get stuck in the studio, hitting the last details of a song, or a meeting with the band's management and EMI executives, or even getting ready for a new show.

But even with this rush, there were the quietest days, and the days we had to maintain an old tradition that I loved and would never give up, to gather at home, to talk, to watch something, to laugh and to be a family which we have always been.

And it was on one of those quiet days that I met him at home, writing a new song, sitting on the couch, with all his typical features of concentration there.

"I hope I'm not disturbing ..." I approached slowly.

"You? Never" Brian got up to kiss me "I'm just finishing a song, its's kind of ..."

"Kind of what?" I turned all my attention to him.

"Not much rock, let's say like that," he tried to explain, "by the way I wrote it, to keep the original essence of the song has to stay in that folk style, you know? I would need an acoustic guitar for this song to work."

"Oh, I understand," I nodded, "you're afraid the boys will think it's bad because it's not rock'n'roll enough?"

"That's right," my husband confessed, a little embarrassed.

"But, you know what? I'll just be able to talk properly if the boys will like it if I listen to it first" I smiled as I urged him to play.

"You know you just need to ask, don't you?" he pointed out, finding a little amused in what I did.

"I know, but it was to make you laugh," I explained, "I wanted to cheer you up a little bit."

"Thank you, my love." He recognized my efforts. "I'll be right back."

Brian went after an acoustic guitar before playing his newest and most mysterious song, besides Red Special we had a acoustic guitar and piano, everything for him to use in his compositions, depending on the style of each song he created. Soon he came back and sat down, positioned the instrument and sighed before starting to play.

-Ok ... " Brian said and finally played and sang the song.

I loved to see him onstage with Queen, but there, only him and the guitar at his moment of creation was magical. The song spoke of events in the year 39, I couldn't tell from what century, it seemed like a story, someone telling a story that he saw, with refinements of a narrative spoken for children, but as the lyrics were being discussed, I saw that it was much more than that.

The melody was soft, like Brian's voice accompanying the chords, so many chords I didn't know how he wasn't confused. That song had thrilled me in an unexpected way. I was surprised to have to hold back a tear or two.

"Oops ..." Brian noticed my cry - it wasn't quite what I wanted ..."

"Is it me who you're calling in music?" I asked, following my interpretation.

"It's a story that popped up in my head when I was watching the sky, but ..." He sat down next to me. "I think there's a bit of my yearning for you when we don't see each other."

"But I'm not going anywhere," I promised once more, as on the day of our engagement "I think I just got too excited because I'm too sensitive, the song is beautiful ... And now I can be sure the boys will like it even if you make them cry."

"Ah, coming from you is the greatest of compliments." He kissed my temple and pulled me carefully closer to him.

Everything I've said has left us so sentimental that we have to stay close to each other for a while. It was funny how the '39 vibe combined perfectly with what we would spend the next few weeks. It was all set for the Queen tour in Japan.

Of course I was happy, being an international band meant that more and more people recognized and appreciated their talent, something that I saw them fighting so hard to conquer, it was more than deserved. But my anxiety also made me long for anticipation. I tried to enjoy every moment O had with Brian until the day of his trip. I helped him packing, laughing at the contrast between the ordinary clothes and the clothes for the shows.

We woke up early to find the rest of the guys at the airport. I was restless by my husband's side, waiting for the call to their plane. But it wasn't just me who was like this, Mary and Veronica were worried about their boyfriends, but they didn't let us see as much as I did. It was then that John Reid called them to leave, I gave a big hug to Freddie, John and Roger, wishing all good luck and a good trip.

"It's time ..." Brian turned to me.

"Yeah, I know," I sighed, "you know this is not the first time we said goodbye before you went to a show, I never reacted like that, it's just ... We've never been away from each other for so long."

"I know," he touched my face, "but we'll be fine, I'll be back soon. Don't forget that, okay?"

"All right," I said, "call me when you can, okay? Every day, if you can ..."

"We only have to pay attention to the time zone," my husband reminded me, "but I'll call you. I really have to go, Chrissie. I love you."

"Have a good trip, my love" I kissed him a little deliberately on purpose "Remember that before the shows, okay?"

"Good luck kiss." He understood and smiled.

"Bye, Bri, I love you!" I waved at him as he joined the boys.

Me and the girls stayed there until we saw the plane take off, already missing those cluttered, talented, and sweethearts of our lives.

[anerdquemoraaolado]

Through Chrissie’s eyes

Making Music (or Mess)

After a week in which Smile had become Queen, it seemed the boys had finally settled for the name and the looks, or at least starting to adapt to Freddie's ideas. Brian was having a hard time with it. Every time he checked his reflection in the mirror, he would sigh in frustration as he watched his hair begin to curl. Finally, when Saturday came and he got ready for the show that night, I was speechless to see his new hairstyle.

“What's it?" He sounded scared "I look awful, don't I?"

"Wow ..." was what I could utter, feeling my heart beat harder, unable to ignore his full, perfectly curly hair framing his face.

"Oh, I knew it was a bad idea ..." Bri complained, wailing.

I ignored what he said, approached him and put my hands on his face.

"I didn't know you could be more handsome ..." I praised him sincerely, a little surprised at myself for saying it out loud.

"So ..." he blushed, "do you like my hair like this?"

"It's perfect." I smiled and kissed him, so he would be sure I said the truth.

"Thanks." Brian thanked me, relieved.

The van's horn interrupted us and hurried us to meet the boys, this time I was free to see the show that night, one of the rare times I went to see Queen that year. But finally, after much effort and dedication to my academic life, I was able to graduate, finally being a teacher properly. I just lacked my own class for my professional life to be complete.

While I was looking for a job, Brian continued to unfold with shows, college, and work, and the boys continued to show up in almost every little town and college in the area, facing how they could a problem here and there like the day they stood on the road because of a flat tire, and Freddie, being Freddie, ignored the affliction and impatience of his friends to tell them what was his next big idea for Queen.

When Brian came back from Glasgow, both me and him had great news to tell each other. The van stopped in front of our apartment for him to get off, the boys were so exhausted that we wouldn't meet tonight, all the poor musicians wanted was a good night's sleep. I got up immediately when Brian came in, and gave him a tight hug, even tired, he lifted me off the floor, as he always did when he was excited and celebrated something good with me, so I figured he had some great news to tell me.

"How I missed you Chrissie" he said, still hugging me, "you won't believe what happened."

"I also have some things to tell you." I stroked his hair as he spoke. "But I'm sorry, my love, you're going to release me to let me talk."

He laughed and kissed me, so we sat down to listen to what we had to tell each other.

"Go first," Bri said, and I sighed and smiled, happy for what had happened to me.

"I got a job," I said. "I'll start next week, I'll finally be a teacher in practice!"

"Congratulations!" Brian cheeered, his gaze was full of pride "this is very, very good, speacially now"

"Now tell me, what happened?" I was curious to know.

"Um ... I have to tell you first that a tire stuck in the middle of the road, thank God we didn't suffer an accident or anything, we only delayed a bit and abused of John's goodwill, I confess, but in the middle of that chaos" Brian stopped to catch his breath !Freddie wants us to record some of our songs ... for a potential future album."

"But how? You don't have a studio or a record company, "I interrupted for a moment." I'm sorry, I sounded pessimistic, I just worry, I mean, the idea is incredible."

"So, that's where your news comes in handy ..." Brian bit his lip apprehensively. "We did some quick calculations and it's going to take about three months of work from the four of us to raise enough money to pay to rent a studio."

"And now, with me working, it won't weigh on our budget" I said aloud to him, what I was thinking, the reason why I giving classes was good for us in that moment.

"Exactly!" he gestured with emphasis on what he said "well, even not weighing for us, we still have to sell the van ..."

"Sell the van?" I jumped with fright with the idea, I couldn't help but worry !but how are you going to the shows outside of London now?"

"That's what I thought too ..." Brian turned his head, worried and thoughtful, "but Freddie is confident we'll find an agent for the demos, someone will like it and hire us, and then we'll have a label to manage our shows , Wow!"

He was surprised at what he said out loud, realizing that what they were hoping to happen was, at the moment, daring to think and unlikely to happen.

"It's a great dream," I said, "difficult, but not impossible. And you know what Bri? You are doing your part to make it happen, and that is the first step to make it a reality."

"Yes, it is," Brian smiled, looking at me hopefully. "Besides, I have to start working on new songs."

"Well, then, rest your thinking little head." I touched my forefinger lightly on his forehead "and then you start to work."

Brian soon followed my advice, going to sleep deeply and without interruption. In the following days, whenever he had a little time, or had an idea suddenly, he would run to write down in his notebook. He scrawled the words of the song, hummed melodies, tried to play a little in the Red Special. While he was creating, he always had curls in his eyes, his eyes focused, his lips half open, always murmuring ideas under his breath. Seeing him like this always made me feel like I was melting inside ... I tried to not stare when he was composing, no matter how much Brian knew how much I loved him.

Freddie also appeared at home at one time or another to compose with Brian, make suggestions here and there, discuss the theme of each song they would record, as well as vocal arrangements and instruments. It was unbelievable to see them literally speaking the same language (in terms of understanding music and understanding one another) after the quarrels and misunderstandings of when they met. There was one song in particular that I was kind of present while they hit the last details of it.

"You have that huge gap after the first stanza you can come in with a solo," Freddie suggested to Bri.

"Ok" my boyfriend nodded and started playing, stopping occasionally to jot down what he was composing.

"And after that, I don't want to repeat the chorus, just "seven seas of Rhye" at the end of each stanza," continued the lead singer, "and you accompany me along, just let me do the ending alone."

"Pulling "forever" when we harmonize," Brian reminded Freddie and nodded. "Yeah, looks like it's going to be great."

"But of course it will, don't underestimate our talent." Freddie patted Brian on the arm with enthusiasm.

So they finished their short session of the day, and continued in that endeavor in the ensuing trials and in saving for the expenses of the recordings. After three months, they finally got the money they needed and finally started recording. The poor boys woke up very early because the only time nobody recorded was at dawn. Mary and I would accompany them when we could, now that I had graduated, even with work, I had plenty of time reasonably. Despite sleep and fatigue, there we were.

I could see between Mary and Freddie a certain complicity, a connection that he didn't have with any of us, even with us being close friends, it was something different and special. Both I and Brian, Roger, John and Veronica were expecting an official announcement of their date, but the way we knew them well by living together, Freddie and Mary didn't even need to say something about it.

Thinking about the tiredness we always felt when we saw the boys recording, and as we always ended up sleeping on the sofa in the studio, I had the idea of bringing coffee to the band and the girls (Mary, me, Veronica and Roger's date of the week) to help to deal with the sleep a little. As I made coffee in the kitchen, I could see Brian's uneasy movement around the house. I tried to ignore it and keep doing what I was doing until he opened the cupboards and picked up spoons and pots wildly.

"Bri, what are you doing? You're going to dismantle the whole apartment like that" I couldn't take it any more, and I turned to him, half-regretted that I was staring at him like he was crazy.

"I'm sorry for the mess" he sounded like a child caught by the mother doing something wrong "I promise I'll give it all back, we'll experiment with the sounds and explore the effects as an arrangement, without needing a synthesizer ..."

"All right, you convinced me," I raised my hands, laughing, "this is kinda ... ingenious.

"It sounds crazy now, but you'll see, it's going to be very good" my boyfriend smiled at me excitedly.

"I believe you," I said.

I finished my coffee and together we took the first bus that circulated in the day. Arriving in the studio, what the boys did with the objects the four brought seemed a child's play, and although they were serious about what they were doing, it was clear how they also had fun in the process. Among coffee, music and laughter, we saw a dream come true little by little.

[anerdquemoraaolado]

Through Chrissie’s eyes

In the middle of the distance

In Brian's absence, what distracted me from missing him was to keep working and looking after our house, but every corner I looked at, I missed him. Places where we talked about common things, his sudden ideas to compose that made him run, the way he asked about my day and had all the patience in the world to hear me.

It was agonizing not to have a number to call and talk to him, I had to wait for him to call me, which reminded me a little when I was a simple college student, only his friend, who not knowing why I loved when he called but now I was more than sure that I loved him, I had become his wife, and my anticipation of his calls was even more significant.

The girls also came to visit me, I helped Veronica with her senior year at college, and Mary would come home whenever she could after work, to have tea, and talk about things other than the absence of the boys. Staying together meant helping each other deal with longing.

It was always too late when Brian called, and I always drifted off to sleep, never being able to stay awake while I waited. The first time he called me during the trip, I hardly heard the phone ringing from my room, but I was so anxious that as soon as I realized what that noise was, I ran to answer, ignoring the dizziness from sleep, the darkness, and the risk of tripping on the steps of the ladder.

It rang six times before I answered, and I was hoping he wouldn't hang up, it could only be Brian calling me at a time like this, I hoped I wasn't wrong.

"Hello?" I answered in a trembling, half-squeaky voice of sleep, overflowing with anxiety.

"My love? I woke you up, didn't I?" - My husband's voice sounded tired and worried "but I had to call, because you asked ..."

"I wanted very, very much that you called" I ignored my sleep, excited "but you called me just because I asked? I thought it wasn't just for this ...."

"Of course not," he laughed, realizing I was joking. "I was just worried about waking you up, but I wanted to talk to you as soon as I had a break. How are you, Chrissie?"

"I'm fine, it's everything okay, nothing new, but okay," I said. "I just miss you."

"Me too, me too ..." Brian sighed, "but it's been great here, and I confess it's a bit scary too."

"Scary? Why?" I was confused and worried.

"There were a crowd of fans at the airport waiting for us," Brian told me "a lot of people, Chrissie, with banners, our pictures, our drawings, our records, I was surprised when they asked me for an autograph. You know, we're ... Famous here. It's good, but ..."

"You don't know very well how to react?" I deduced what my husband was feeling.

"Yeah, well, I'm learning to deal with it," he confessed, "and we're not even perform yet"

"No? Oh yeah, time zone" I remembered "so good luck on the show, tell the boys that I said hello, and ask John for help to get Freddie and Roger out of trouble if they get in trouble."

"Oh, I'll do it, but for now they didn't do anything ..." Brian laughed. "I'll let you rest now, okay? I love you Chrissie, bye."

"I love you, bye-bye." I hung up and was relieved that I had been able to talk to him.

Over the next few days, I ended up sleeping on the couch, for not to miss any calls from Brian, who told me more about things and the fans in Japan. Then my wait was finally over when Brian told me the date and time they would come back home.

I was anxious at the airport, not taking my eyes off the sky. Mary and Veronica were calmer than me. It seems I was always the most emotional of the three. Veronica sensed my nervousness and brought me coffee as a consolation.

"You need to relax a bit," she advised.

"I know, but I can't ..." I moaned, taking a sip of coffee right away.

"Looks like we'll wait at airports a lot more times now." Mary got up and stood beside me.

She had grown accustomed to Queen's growing fame and with their absence, though it wasn't easy, but I ... nothing in my life had prepared me for such moments. I took a deep breath to face this change.

"I know," I just nodded thoughtfully.

I tried to distract myself a bit, not focusing on the wait itself, paying attention to what was happening on the airport monitors. It was then that I recognized the plane that landed, Queen was back to their homeland.

I kept myself from rushing to meet Brian, but even as I stood still, I noticed him rushing his steps toward me. Still, John, Roger, and Freddie came first to us.

"How did I miss you!" I hugged them after they greeted Mary and Veronica "you have no idea how much I love you, my boys!"

"Oh, I missed you too, mom" Roger teased.

"I know I spoke like a mother, but it's serious" I said.

"You love me too, don't you?" My husband came after his friends.

"Brian!" I shouted his name unintentionally and I hugged him tightly as he pulled me off the floor.

"Hi Chrissie ..." he said after letting me go.

"I love you so much that look!" I showed him my wedding ring "I married you!"

"Oh, man, are you guys going to start?" Roger complained about our public display of affection.

"And now you know exactly how we felt a few years ago ..." Brian shrugged, pleased with his unexpected vengeance.

"Then you have to tell us this story," John said.

"Forget it Deaky!" Roger jerked him away.

"I dono' know about you kids, but all I want now is to sleep at least a full day," Freddie cut in, and we said goodbye to each other, since the boys were really exhausted.

Seeing them playing that way helped me to miss their longing right away. But really, Mary was right, I would have to get used to the fact that they traveled and been away for a while, since Queen's fame had come from the other side of the Atlantic. This time they had gotten a tour in the United States.

Before the boys traveled, it wasn't only the new tour we celebrated, but also the engagement of Freddie and Mary.

"I suspected it for a while," I said to them, "but I'm surprised that you. Mr. Mercury, who insist so much that Brian proposed to me in front of a crowd and when it's your turn, you do it very discreetly ..."

"What can I do?" Freddie shrugged, without knowing exacty what to answer "I was already thinking about it for a while, the right moment came and I couldn't let go ..."

"I know ... I believe you" I seemed disbelieving, but I did believe him.

One of the contradictory things about Freddie was being extremely extravagant on stage, full of presence and confidence, but with us he was even shy and discreet depending on the situation. This was his real self, which only we knew.

When it was time to say goodbye when the day came, I was able to handle everything better, these were difficult changes, but I know they were the consequences of wonderful things. Not that I wasn't accustomed to Brian traveling to do a show, but an official tour spending months out, had a very different proportion. Anyway, I was also the wife of Queen's guitarist, and I always understood that part of his life.

Just like when he was in Japan, Brian would always call when he could, telling me about how little he knew of each city they were in. One afternoon, I answered the phone, thinking it was another call from my husband. Before he said anything, I could hear Roger sobbing as he could barely control it. My heart was immediately distressed.

[anerdquemoraaolado]

“Depois daquele beijo eu não sei ainda o que mudou em mim, mas algo parecia diferente e isso me deixou com questionamentos o show inteiro, isso até ouvir, no meio da multidão uma doce voz me acompanhar em 'Doing All Alright' e foi naquele momento que todas minhas questões foram respondidas como num estralo e o peso daquela verdade me esmurrou o estômago, eu estava gostando de Chrissie, mas tinha medo que não fosse correspondido, pois ela era tão tímida e doce e de certa forma apesar de forte parecia frágil e eu tinha medo de a quebrar. Acabei deixando isso para lá, afinal o show ainda continuava e me entreguei para música depois de uma decisão, eu ia chamar Chrissie para um encontro, assim poderia tirar essa dúvida...só precisava criar coragem para isso"

"After that kiss I didn’t know yet what has changed in me, but something seemed different and that left me questioning it during the entire show, until I heard, in the crowd a sweet voice accompany me in 'Doing All Alright' and it was when all my questions were answered and the weight of that truth punched my stomach, I was liking Chrissie, but I was afraid she wouldn’t be reciprocated because she was so shy and sweet and in a way though strong seemed fragile and I was afraid to break her. I ended up leaving it for a while, after all the show was still going on and I gave myself up for the music after a decision, I was going to ask Chrissie to a date, so I could get that question solved ... I just needed to create the courage to do that"

Brian’s POV.

written by @brigadeirolovatocute, inspired by { X }

[anerdquemoraaolado]

Through Chrissie’s eyes

Another goodbye

By that time, after John and Veronica were married and Roger and Dominique were in a surprisingly stable and healthy relationship, Queen already had a significant amount of loyal fans and so EMI wasted no time in ordering a new album for the band.

Freddie was very focused on the next theme that the band would use as inspiration. He could tell that it was something big and different that he had in mind, and his companions embarked on the his ideas. It reached a point where it wasn't possible to define Queen exclusively as a rock band. Rock was what united them and made them born first, but together, each with his own way and personality could create new and creative things inspired by a little of everything they liked. That's how Freddie persuaded the band to use opera in their new recording. Whether they wanted to admit it or not, Brian, John, and Roger also liked opera.

Brian had left that day to talk to EMI producer Ray Foster about Queen's proposal for the new album. He came home alone, I missed the other three, but I knew they were busy.

"How was it?" I asked after greeting him with a kiss.

"They want another hit, but creating a song is not the same as creating an industrialized product" he sighed, a little annoyed.

"Although the music market is an industry" I pondered "but I understand, it's easier to make a bad song that sticks to the head and makes a success than a profound song that everyone likes."

"Do you think our repertoire is profound, Chrissie?" Brian's voice was a mixture of doubt and curiosity.

"Are you kidding? There is a little bit of all of you in everything you write" I explained" including your own experiences and your dramas. Bri, look what you did in '39!"

"It was no big deal, it's just a trip back in time and the consequences of it" my husband was as modest as ever.

"And who else would think of a song about time travel than my sweet astrophysicist?" I turned my head, making charm.

"Maybe my wife liking Jules Verne inspired it too" he said, laughing.

I laughed with him until Brian resumed the conversation.

"We'll record '39 on the next album" he told me.

"Seriously? Wonderful, despite the tears, I love that song" I was happy with the news.

"There's one more thing that was decided on." He scratched the back of his neck, his curls swayed and he sighed. "We're going to go to Wales on a farm with a studio, Foster says it's to avoid any distractions."

"Oh ..." I said, but I was a bit sad, I missed him when he was away "do you know how long we will be there?"

"At least a month" my husband guessed "but you never know ..."

"And when are you going?" I kept asking.

"Next Monday by morning" I saw that he had noticed my sadness "don't worry, Chrissie, I'll be back soon."

"Yeah, I know, I'm just silly" I shrugged.

"You're not silly at all." Brian kissed me quickly. "It's just your concern speaking louder. But don't worry, Roy and Paul will be there to oversee the work and avoid any procrastination. And of course I'll call you whenever I can, okay?"

I was convinced I wouldn't be so bad without him, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't miss him.

We packed Brian's suitcases together, stuffing them with his bell-bottomed jeans, and equally striped and colorful sweaters and socks. I also remembered to put on some warmcoats if the weather in Wales cooled out of nowhere.

On the day of departure, we woke up early, had an enhanced breakfast, and the boys came to pick up their guitarist with a private driver. That little detail made my heart squeeze a little. Three years ago it was Roger who would be driving the van, the van that was sold and that contributed to having a driver now. I tried not to focus on it, the most important thing now was to say goodbye to Brian.

"Good bye, Bri!" I hugged my husband tightly "God bless your trip, call me as soon as you can, I love you! So much!"

"I love you too, Chrissie!" he kissed me goodbye "take care!"

"I will" I promised.

I watched the car drive down the street, taking a deep breath. By now I should get used to it, that was part of Brian's life and also part of my life. I concentrated on summarizing that trip as just a work trip of my husband. I walked back home, there was still plenty to look after.

As if guessing what I was going through, by the way, I think missing our beloved Queen members was something we all felt, Veronica called to see how I was.

"Chrissie, are you all right?" asked Mrs. Deacon, sounding worried.

"I'm fine" I finally smiled at her consideration, "and you? And our baby Deaky?"

"We're fine," she laughed, "but I said it may well be a girl ..."

"No, no." I shook my head. "We all bet it's a boy."

"Based on what?" Veronica laughed.

"Pure instinct" I replied " why do I owe the honor of your illustrious call, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Well, the boys went to Ridge Farm, and both I and Mary and Dom agreed to keep meeting, even without them." Mrs. Deacon was explaining "what do you think?"

"It's a great idea, I thank you for calling me, what time do you want me to show up?" I really loved the idea.

"Uh ... after 8pm I think it's better" Veronica said after a moment's thought "at this time Mary and Dominique have already left work and will have time to rest for a while."

"It's also a good time for me" I agreed, "so I'll see you later, Mrs. Deacon."

"See you later, Mrs. May" Veronica laughed at my formal joke and hung up.

Spending time with the girls would really help deal with the lack of the boys. On the one hand it was good to have a night of ours to talk things that they wouldn't understand. I filled up with all kinds of tea that I found at home and some more ingredients to not reach the Deacon's house empty-handed. I left home grateful for the initiative of the girls.

[anerdquemoraaolado]

Through Chrissie’s eyes

Complicated Romances

We spent the week going to Hyde Park, with the boys checking out the final details of the show, and I was following them because Brian made a point of my presence and I also really enjoyed their company. Of course, in order to get all the information they wanted they had to ask Dominique, and now, since her pranks, the bad tension between her and Roger had turned into friendly coexistence.

I had known Taylor for some time, and so most of the time I knew very well what he was thinking and feeling, and every time he had the opportunity to talk to Mr. Branson's assistant, it was clear how he respected and admired her. I'd never seen him act like this with any other girl, not that he didn't respect them, he just had a passing obsession with them, that he wouldn't feel anymore as soon another girl caught his eye. Although he had actually become obsessed with Dominique, now I felt it was more than that.

She, in turn, treated him courteously, and Dom and Roger made jokes with each other that didn't make them offended, just to have a good laugh.

Again, something else I had never seen him to do with another girl. And look, there I was already worrying about what Roger was going to do, again. No wonder he used to call me mother sometimes. This time, I was going to let him settle what he was up to on his own.

Finally the day of the show arrived, and I was with Dominique in a stateroom reserved for the organizers and the band's closest people, which meant that Mary and Veronica were also there, and I took the time to introduce my old friends to my new friend.

"Dom, these are Mary and Veronica," he said as they greeted each other "Freddie's girlfriend and John's girlfriend, respectively."

"Pleasure to meet you," said Miss. Beyrand "be at ease and if you need anything, just ask me."

"Oh, thank you," said Mary, "and by the way, we really wanted to meet you and congratulate you."

"Congratulate me, for what?" Dominique didn't understand.

"What you did with Roger was something that everyone wanted to do" Austin explained, laughing. "We feel avenged."

"Oh my God, that?" Dominique joined in with our laughter.

"I hope you don't mind me telling them." I shrugged, slightly embarrassed.

"I confess that later I regretted it a little bit" the assistant said, embarrassed.

"Deep down, in the background, behind all that anger and flirting has a nice guy, isn't it?" Veronica pointed.

"Yes, I think so" Beyrand had to agree.

"Look, I don't know how busy you are during the show, but when you can, come and watch it with us here" I invited.

"Yes, yes, I'll come, Chrissie," she promised me, and went back to her work.

We went to see the boys quickly, Brian and I exchanged our traditional good-luck kiss and we went back to our place to watch the show begin, right at sunset and last for most of the night. The crowd that packed Hyde Park to see Queen cheered the whole show to the end, without losing their breath. We waited a long time before the crowd dispersed before we saw the boys. We all went home, except Roger, who stayed for a while longer, and the last thing I saw before we left was he talking to Dominique.

Days after the show in Hyde Park, I was visited by a very different Roger from the usual, the poor guy was so downcast he looked like a scarecrow, and the messy light hair and plaid shirt he wore helped keep that look.

"For God's sake, but what happened to you?" I was too scared to see him like that.

"Chrissie" he grabbed my shoulders, deadly serious. "You need to help me."

"All right." I gave him a hug and he went into the house, sat down on the couch, but didn't stop shaking.

"Boy, just say it before I faint!" I said to him, distressed.

"It's just that I-" He took a deep breath. "You know the days we spent in Hyde Park, I talked to Dominique a lot, and seriously, Chrissie, I don't know why, but I always wanted to be around her when we were there, It was so good to hear her talking, you know? With confidence, wit, and the way she laughed when I told her a funny thing, I wanted to talk to her in a quiet place, without any show rush, without being Queen's drummer and being just Rog..."

He paused, his expression pure incantation. I knew what was happening. For now I couldn't judge whether it was good or bad.

"Um and what else?" I asked, feeling calmer now.

"I told her that" Roger sniffed, "that I would take her wherever she wanted to go, but-"

"What Roger?" I was agonized again.

"She said we're just friends, and now she's too busy to go out with anyone like that." He couldn't stand it and started to cry.

I wanted to laugh, but soon I felt sorry for him.

"At least she already considers you a friend." I put a hand on Roger's shoulder.

"Yes, because also, now I realize that I annoyed her too much right?" He turned to me, looking with me with his puffy, red eyes "but I apologized ..."

"Roger" I said as sweetly as possible "don't you realize what's happening to you? Have you ever felt like this before?"

"I ..." he glanced forward, frowning "only when Eileen broke up with me, but that was centuries ago."

"So, you know what it is, come on, admit it out loud that you're going to start feeling better," I asked him, seeing a slight improvement in his shaken state.

"Good Lord!" Roger exclaimed suddenly "I am ... Really ... In love ... with Dominique!"

"Uh huh" I nodded.

"But ... But ... What do I do with this now?" he returned to despair.

"Be sincere!" Brian came out of nowhere, which scared me and Roger a little bit "that was what worked for me."

Bri made a smarty pants face to his best friend, and kissed my cheek to prove the effectiveness of his declaration of love. It was true that it had worked, I married him after all.

"How long have you been listening?" Roger was annoyed.

"Hey, you can't blame me for that, I'm in my house" Brian countered "but seriously Rog, try to do as I said."

"What if she doesn't feel the same as me?" Our friend was very worried.

"Well, you're still be friends," I advised this time, "it hurts, but it's the right thing to do."

"Anyway, Roger, I'm happy for you," Brian commented.

"Are you happy for me?" The drummer sounded angry and confused "but I'm suffering, man ... A lot..."

"I'm glad my best friend finally fell in love with someone" Brian explained, smiling. "It hurts, that's part of it, but it's the best feeling in the world."

As soon as he finished saying that, my husband looked directly at me, making me blush.

"I have an idea Rog" I came back to his dilemma "I can invite Dominique for one of our movie nights, if she comes, then the rest is with you, what do you think?"

"Sounds like a good plan" he sighed "thank you, Chrissie."

"You're welcome." I smiled at him and left the boys chattering to ease the tension of that moment while I made tea.

Although tea was not Roger's thing, the drink would help calm his little heart in love.

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Through Chrissie’s eyes

Ms. Beyrand

Speaking on Dominique, she returned after some time to the reception, her hands were occupied holding a lot of papers, which seemed to be files and documents. However, she left those things that seemed important for a moment to talk to me.

"I'm sorry I didn't give a hello to you before, it's that my boss was in a hurry to talk to the band and I had to greet them earlier to introduce them soon" Dominique was justified, but for me this wasn't necessary, I understood perfectly her situation, but at the same time I was pleased with the consideration she had with me.

"Oh, it's okay" I replied, "I understand. I'm ... Chrissie May, Ms. Beyrand."

"Ah, the guitarist's wife, isn't it?" she wanted to confirm while shaking my hand "I think it very kind of you to come with them."

"Yeah, sometimes I do that" I realized I was enjoying talking to Dominique - they're great musicians and people, but ... Sometimes they need someone to give a little talk to make them behave, and whether they want it or not, they listen to me."

"Yeah, I realized that" she agreed "a lot of artists are arrogant and assholes because they want to and take pleasure in it, but Queen here, what I noticed in them was just a huge self-confidence."

"Yeah, that's what they are" I said, thinking of them more as dedicated artists than arrogant rock stars.

"Um ..." she hesitated a little, and I realized that Dominique was afraid to ask her next question "I have to sort things out, Mrs. May, but if you don't mind, I'd like to keep talking to you later."

"Oh, yes, all right, Miss. Beyrand" I smiled at her liking our conversation "and by the way, you can call me Chrissie."

"In that case you can call me Dominique then, or Dom" she replied.

I smiled back and she went off to another place, carrying her documents and files. I had to wait a while longer to the end of the boys' reunion with Richard Branson. I glanced at the magazines on display there, but none of them interested me. Instead of worrying about the delay, I ended up thinking of something else: Roger's funny reaction to seeing Dominique.

I had seen him looking at other girls like that, but the way he focused on her that afternoon, there was something very different, not even to Jo he looked like that ... So the situation was much worse than I had imagined.

After thinking about it, Dominique came back and offered me tea or coffee, and I ended up with the second option. A coffee was just what I needed at the moment to help me keep waiting.

"So, Chrissie ..." she resumed our conversation, "I ... I really don't want to ask, but ... Maybe it's unethical at work, but if you answer me, you can help me deal better with Queen and I I need to do this to work well, so my question is ... Is Mr.Taylor always sticky like that?"

"Rog?" I couldn't help it and laugh again "sorry, it's ... he's not always like that, I assure you, it's been a long time since I met him and believe me, behind this good-looking and charming womanizer there's a very sensitive and adorable guy, really."

"Well, that was enlightening, Chrissie" Dominique made a thoughtful face. "Thank you for not thinking I'm strange for asking this".

"Oh, no, I don't think you're strange" I understood. "They always seemed strange to me, so I know what it's like to feel bad about it, I don't judge you."

"Thank you, I have to get back to work." She stood up and said good-bye.

"Of course" I understood her situation and I saw her enter another room again.

A little more time passed and finally the boys emerged again.

"So?" I asked Brian "what did you decide?"

"Let's rock Hyde Park this weekend!" Freddie celebrated.

"And we managed to keep the show for free" Brian added.

"That's great," I smiled at them, really proud of them thinking in the fans.

"Um... Chrissie?" Roger addressed me from nowhere "do you know where Dominique went?"

"It's Miss. Beyrand, Mr. Taylor" Dominique herself came to answer the drummer "please, let's keep professionalism, if it's not ask too much."

John and Freddie managed not to laugh, and even Brian betrayed his best friend with a little smirk.

"I'm sorry if I somehow offended you," Roger struggled to use all his courtesy "Branson instructed us to look for you to give us the phones and contacts we needed to organize the show.!

"It was good that's why I was waiting for you," she smirked, being a smarty pants "Here's a list of numbers if you need to ask me any questions, just ask my name, but most bureaucracies is being settled with John Reid. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

She handed the list with the numbers to Freddie, although Roger tried to get it before his friend. Dominique winced as she ignored Taylor's attitude.

"Actually, there is" Roger tried again "some of these numbers are your personal phone number, Miss. Beyrand?"

"No, Mr. Taylor" I've seen her losing her temper "I've already asked you to be professional, and if you need to talk to me, you're going to call Mr. Branson, are we clear?"

Roger just smiled uneasily, there was no way he could answer anything after that.

"Thank you for your time and your help, Ms. Beyrand" Freddie spared the band more embarrassment over their drummer "have a good afternoon."

"Likewise, Mr. Mercury" she replied, and slipped out gracefully.

When we were out of the office and walking to the parking lot, I, Brian, Freddie and John laughed out loud at Roger.

"I don't know how I can handle you until now" He turned to us irritably, knowing he was the reason of the laughter.

"What did you expect? You maked the biggest fool of yourself" John pointed out.

"And look, I hate to get your ego fumigated, but I have to clap hands for Miss. Beyrand" Freddie added, putting a hand on Roger's shoulder "she has the courage."

"And she put you in your place, like no girl had done before" Brian commented, exactly what I was thinking.

"I assure you something" Roger struggled to look imposing, although his height didn't help much "I'm going to get a date with Dominique or my name isn't Roger Meddows Taylor!"

"Keep dreaming, little boy ..." John patted the drummer's shoulder before we parted.

We said goodbye with more laughter and returned home, Roger was still irritated. And I, I began to be afraid of the next love conquest he had in mind.