Who Wants To Live Forever...

In The Year of 39 - Part One

A/N -  The point of view in this chapter will change often

5th June 1986

London

Brian's POV

"So what are we doing?"  Margaret, my hairdresser, asked me.  I had come in to get my hair trimmed before the start of the tour.  It was a question I had been asking of myself a lot lately.  What am I doing?

"I think I need something different..."  I verbalized.  I did mean my hair but I also meant something different in my life as well.  I had been trying to make some changes in my life and this seemed like another feasible one I could make.  Something within my power to change.

"Define different..."  Margaret requested.  I looked up at her and shrugged.  

"Nothing drastic...just something different..."  I explained.  Unsure what I meant but I saw her smile as she turned and grabbed something from a drawer.

"Have you ever considered doing highlights in your hair?"  she asked me.  Opening a book and showing me examples of what you can do.  Some were quite extreme and others were just subtle hints of variation in color.  I looked up in the mirror at my long drab lifeless blob of curls and knew I needed something to give me a lift.  I resumed looking over the highlight options and then saw something I thought might do.

"What about this?"  I questioned.  Margaret smiled widely at me.

"I think we can manage that..."  she advised and set the book down and opened her big cabinet.  Pulling out what was apparently the equipment she needed.  After getting a cape around my neck and over my clothes, she grabbed a mixing bowl and a vial.   "Want some music while I work?" she asked me.

"Sure..."  I replied and she leaned over and switched on her radio.  We both laughed as we found the song playing was the title track from our new album.  Margaret got busy and I watched her begin to mix the concoction she needed to highlight my hair.  The song ended and I listened to the disc jockey's remarks.

'That was A Kind of Magic by Queen and the band begins their European tour this week.  I hope you've already got your tickets because this tour has been sold out for months.'

"Are you ready for your tour?"  Margaret asked me as she began combing out pieces of my hair.  

"Yes...we just finished our rehearsals and we fly out for Stockholm tomorrow..."  I advised.

"I've got my tickets for Wembley...thanks for arranging it..."  Margaret told me as she worked.  I smiled at her.

"You're welcome..."  I answered.  

"I have to say I'm surprised you're wanting to do something like this..."  Margaret remarked as she began sectioning out my hair.

"I've been trying to make some changes in my life..."  I replied.  "Not big ones..."  I clarified.

"Nothing too drastic then?"  she inquired.  I wondered how much I wanted to reveal.  I had been seeing Margaret for a few years and I had never divulged a lot about my personal life.  Right now though I was feeling like I didn't have a lot of people I could talk to about my private life.  At least ones who would be enthusiastic about my choices.  I decided she would be.

"I bought a country house..."  I informed her.  "And I got a new car..."  I added as Margaret stopped moving and looked at me in the mirror with surprise in her face.

"Good for you!" Margaret said with encouragement.  "It's about time you spent some of that money!"  she remarked.  

"I felt it was time to enjoy myself..."  I confessed with a slight laugh.  "I'm turning 39 next month so it seemed like now was the time..."  I told her.  She smiled at me.