𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐘 𝐎 𝐔. "*°• 𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕸𝖆𝖞 & 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 •°*"

#5, We'll Meet Again.

Brian never responded to any of my messages and we never spoke again. After a while, I had gone to the club where they always performed but the manager told me they had not visited the place anymore and had now entered the official music world. In July 1973, I had heard them on the radio with their song Keep Yourself Alive. It wasn't a ginormous success but it did bring them more recognition. Now, it was November 1973, temperatures were dropping more every day and sometimes it had frozen or even snowed a little over night. Even though it was this cold, Delilah and I had decided to go to a Mott the Hoople concert anyway. Not that we were fans of them but we had nothing better to do on a somber winter day like this one.

"Come on, we gotta hurry. There's probably going to be a traffic jam because of the weather." Delilah said as she pushed my winter coat into my hands. "Ah I'm sure it isn't that bad. I'm almost ready anyway." I said while fixing my make-up in the hallway mirror. You never knew if there were going to be any good-looking guys at the concert. Who didn't like a cute rock boy? "Tsk, just come on." My roommate already went to wait in the hall of our flat as I finished doing my make-up. Sasha, my cat, was purring at my feet and rubbing her head against my legs. Around five minutes later I joined my friend in the hallway and we walked down the stairs together to head to the underground garage.

The concert wasn't too far out of town. The drive was only 20 minutes. They managed to set up a stage in some field near the highway. Mott the Hoople wasn't a group everyone enjoyed listening too and not a lot of people were willing to stand outside in the cold just to see them perform. Lucky for us, that meant there were enough parking spots and once we entered the concert grounds, there was plenty of space near the stage. That way we could see them from up-close. Delilah and I hung against the barriers they placed between the podium and the audiance. We chatted about a few casual things as my eyes scanned the place. About five men and women, mostly men, were setting up a bunch of instruments on the platform where the band was going to perform. A dude with funny-looking glasses and long wavy hair was setting up the drums. My eyes noticed a white logo on the back of the bass drum. I couldn't quite read what it said until they placed it right. The fancy logo showed a phoenix spreading her wings wide, at both sides were a lion with a crown on their heads. In the middle it showed something that looked like a capital Q with a crown inside of it as well. My gaze lowered and underneath the logo I read something written in neat cursive:

Queen

Panic filled my chest. This was a Matt the Hoople concert, right?! I wanted to grab Delilah's wrist and drag us out of here but a man then cleared his throat through the microphone. On the stage was a middle-aged man, bald and he was wearing one of the crew shirts. "Good day everyone, I hope you're slowly getting into the mood despite the cold. To warm you guys up a little more we'd like to introduce you all to an upcoming band that will be our opening act for today. You might have heard them on the radio with their song Keep Yourself Alive. Please put your hands together and give them a warm welcome, here is Her Majesty, Queen!" The man moved away from the microphone as people started clapping and whistling. From behind the curtains, four guys appeared. Three of them I had seen before. Freddie, Brian and Roger got behind their instruments and the fourth, unknown guy picked up a bass guitar. I suppose they finally found their bassist.

"Hey there you beautiful people!" Freddie enthusiastically greeted everyone through his mic as the bands did some final tuning on their musical tools. "Are we feeling groovy tonight, all you royalties?" The crowd cheered in response. "Good! Now can we have a round of applause for our own beautiful queens. We've got pretty Roger up at the drums, I know all the ladies here love him." Fred said with a grin as the people went wild for Roger. He surely wasn't ugly, that was fact. Some might say he has a bit of a feminine look though. ""A less familiar face, our bassist John Deacon. He has only he with us for two years." Aha, so thats the guy. "And of course our good old Brian on the guitar!" Freddie continued his introduction. We were close enough to the podium to see their faces. My eyes were glued on Brian. He gave the audience a toothy smile and his curls slightly wobbled around. I felt a warm fuzzy feeling filling my insides. A sudden nudge in my side snapped me out of the trans. "It's your loverboy! Why you never mentioned him again? Do you guys no longer talk to each other?" Delilah shouted, trying to make herself audible with all the shouting and clapping around us. "Eh, we just drifted apart, that's all!" I raised my voice as well and leaned my head closer to her ear so she'd hear me. She nodded while she swayed on the music that begun to play. Once the band was playing, my eyes were on Brian. The way his hand moved so swiftly over the neck of the guitar, switching chords like it was nothing. His fingers quickly plucking the snares and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip in total focus. It took me back to the night we met and I saw him play for the first time. A magical spark that had been missing suddenly returned, finding it's way back into my heart.

I had heard him play before, of course I had, each time had something special to it though. His guitar skills never lost their magic. Eventually after the band performed some of their songs, like the hit single Keep Yourself Alive but also Doing Alright and Liar, they received a huge round of applause from the audience. Their appearance really blew them away. Honestly, I didn't even care about the whole concert anymore now. I had to see them. I had to see Brian. "I'm going to find the loo. I'll be right back." I said to Delilah. She gave me a quick nod of approval and I then disappeared into the wave of people around us. My eyes scanned the area until I noticed a pole with signs. They were shaped into arrows. One was pointing out the toilet area, another one the bar and one more that was pointing into the other direction had the word 'backstage' on it. Gathering all the courage I had inside of me, I followed the direction of the last sign.

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Author's note:

Again this isn't a very long chapter but I promise the next chapter is going to be really interesting so that's why this one is a little less long.