Author's Note - the timeline of factual events isn't quite accurate. Still...enjoy.
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28th September 1987
London
Brian's POV
"Shit! Is it really two a.m.?" I said out loud as I glanced at my watch.
"It is." Mike confirmed. Yawning. "Do you think we can finish up later today?" he questioned. I felt bad keeping him so long.
"Of course. Sorry. Go one home." I replied and Mike began shutting down the mixing board.
"See you around 8 tonight." Mike stated as I nodded and scribbled some notes about the final mix. I shoved everything in my bag and pulled on my coat. As I reached for my keys I found the string attached to my keys and sighed. My reminder to write a letter for the fan club magazine.
I panicked for a moment and then saw a stack of letterhead for the studio on one of the desks and grabbed a few sheets. Hastily taking a seat and finding a pen on the desk. I sat looking at the blank page and tried to remember the things I was asked to mention. I scribbled the date first.
Dear Folks -
I am writing this appropriately on SARMS notepaper - since I seem to live here these days!!!
Yes, we do still exist, but in strange forms (as you will see in other parts of this mag). We all met the other day to view the long awaited 'Video History' of Queen which now stretches to - 3 - video cassettes. It's very compelling stuff and gives us some perspectives on what Queen has been, and is, and can be in the future.
I went on to cover the other things going on with the band members individually. Glad to be able to mention Anita's Christmas single since I had been working on mixing it the past two days. The deadline for pressing looming ever closer. After referencing Freddie and Deacy and also Roger's new group, The Cross, I felt I had covered what needed to be said. Of course part of me wanted to share with the fans how much it meant to me to be back with Roger. I sighed and let go of that dream. As I laid the pen down I realized I wanted to say one more thing. With a lump in my throat, I continued.
Thank you for your kind letters to myself and my Mum over losing my Dad; much appreciated. And in the face of the ever fickle media, thank you for your belief. With love, Bri.
I folded the letter and tucked it in a SARM envelope. Writing it to the attention of Jacky and shoved it in my bag. Discovering I was tired as I got to my car and slid in the driver's seat. I rolled the window down to enjoy the fresh night air and drove straight to Queen's offices near Regent's Park. It felt like a long drive but I was soon wide awake from crisp air. I pulled over in front of the office and slid the envelope in the drop box. My task completed.
Traffic was light as I made my way home. Pulling up to the security gate and pressing the code to get in. I parked my car and grabbed my bag. Going quietly into the house as I knew everyone was asleep at this hour. I slid off my clogs and left them at the bottom of the stairs before going up. Not wanting to wake anyone.
The bedroom was dark save for the bathroom light Roger had left on. I smiled knowing he did that for me. I got undressed and cleaned up and slid into bed next to his sleeping form. Wanting so badly to wrap my arms around him and hold him. I didn't want to wake him. I got comfortable and rolled over to face the other way. A smile erupted on my face when I felt him stir and roll over. Wrapping his arm around me instead.
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