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Blast From The Past (Brian May)

The air was electric as I approached the grand old venue where Queen was set to perform. My heart raced with excitement—not just because I was about to see one of my favourite bands live, but because of a personal connection that had me bubbling with anticipation.

Back in the early '70s, Brian May and I were students at university. He was studying astrophysics, and I was in the same program. We had a brief but intense romance before he graduated and we lost touch. With no mobile phones and only letters to keep us connected, we drifted apart. I often wondered what became of him, especially after he left to pursue his dreams.

Now, here I was, about to see him perform on stage with Queen. The thrill of seeing him in this new context was mixed with a tinge of nervousness. What if he didn't remember me? What if he had moved on and didn't even recognize me?

As the crowd cheered and the lights dimmed, I found my seat and eagerly awaited the show. The anticipation was almost unbearable. Finally, the opening notes of "Bohemian Rhapsody" filled the air, and the crowd erupted into cheers. Brian's guitar solo was nothing short of extraordinary—every note was perfect, every chord resonated deeply.

When the lights shifted, and Brian May stepped into the spotlight, I felt a jolt of recognition. He was the same Brian I had known all those years ago, only now he was a rock star. His presence was magnetic, and his performance was electric. My heart swelled with a mix of pride and nostalgia.

After the concert, I was still buzzing from the performance as I made my way backstage. With a bit of luck and a backstage pass I managed to secure, I found myself amidst the post-show chaos. I spotted Brian in the midst of his bandmates, a radiant smile on his face as he talked animatedly with them.

Taking a deep breath, I approached him, my heart pounding. As I drew closer, Brian's eyes met mine, and there was a flicker of recognition. His smile faltered for a moment before a look of surprise and delight crossed his face.

"Brian," I said softly, my voice trembling slightly. "It's me. Do you remember me?"

Brian's eyes widened, and he took a step closer, his expression shifting to one of sheer joy. "Blimey, Y/N? Is it really you?"

"Yes, it's me," I said, trying to keep the nerves out of my voice. "I've been a fan of Queen for a while now. Seeing you on stage—well, it's a bit of a shock!"

Brian laughed, his voice full of joy. "I can't believe it! It's been ages. We lost touch so quickly after uni. It's amazing to see you here. You look just as wonderful as I remember."

We hugged, and I felt a comforting warmth as he held me. It was like no time had passed at all. Brian looked genuinely happy to see me, and that made my heart swell.

"Let me introduce you to the rest of the band," Brian said, grabbing my hand and leading me towards the group. "They'll be thrilled to meet you."

As we approached, Brian called out, "Oi, lads! Come over here, would you? I've got someone special I'd like you to meet."

Roger Taylor and John Deacon looked up from their post-show conversations, and Roger's eyes widened in surprise. "Brian, who's this then?"

"This is Y/N," Brian said with a grin. "We were at uni together. She's the reason I pursued music—well, partly, anyway."

John smiled warmly and extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Y/N. Brian's told us so much about you."

"And I've heard a lot about you lot," I replied, shaking their hands. "It's surreal to be here, meeting everyone."

The band members chatted with me, making me feel welcome. Roger cracked a few jokes, and John offered me a drink, though I politely declined. The warmth and camaraderie among them were evident, and it was clear that they were a close-knit group.

After a bit of socializing, Brian and I found a quieter corner backstage. He looked at me with a mixture of nostalgia and affection. "It's been so long. How have you been all these years?"

I smiled, feeling a sense of ease. "I've been good. Life's been quite the adventure. I often thought about you and wondered where life had taken you."

Brian took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'm glad we found each other again. It's like a dream come true."

As the night wore on, we continued to reminisce about our college days and catch up on the years that had passed. It was clear that while life had taken us on different paths, the connection we shared was still strong.

When it was time to say goodbye, Brian took a deep breath and looked at me with sincerity. "Let's not let so much time pass before we see each other again. I'd love to keep in touch and make up for lost time."

"I'd like that," I said, feeling a sense of contentment. "Maybe next time, we can meet under less hectic circumstances."

Brian smiled and nodded. "Absolutely. I'll make sure of it."

As I left the venue, hand in hand with my memories and a heart full of hope, I knew that reconnecting with Brian had been a beautiful surprise. It was a reminder that sometimes, the past can come back to us in the most unexpected and wonderful ways.