A Little Bit Of Glitter

Breath Me

January 21, 1973.

We stepped into the elevator as Brian searched for his keys. I rested my head against the mirrored wall. It was around 12:30 in the morning.

"Are you really tired?" Brian asked.

"I'm dying. I've been awake since seven o'clock."

"Do you still want to go to the pub?"

"Do you?"

"I asked first." He laughed, exiting the elevator.

"Honestly, no, I'm really tired." I answered.

"Okay." He smiled and opened the door to his flat.

"Here it is, you little piece of shit." I said, taking my purse off the table.

"I'm going to leave the guitar in my room. Take a seat."

"I will." I answered. Suddenly, I got an idea. I walked over to the door and hung my purse on the doorknob, so I won't forget it when I leave.

"Do you want something to drink?"

"Sure, what do you have?"

"Let me check," I heard him move into the kitchen. "I have beer and wine unless you want to be a good girl and drink tea of coffee."

"I'll have some wine. We can imagine we're at the pub." He came into the living room with two glasses and a bottle of wine. He sat it on the coffee table and took a seat next to me on the sofa.

"So," I said, watching as he poured a glass. "I think Queen is famous in another state."

"I was really scared at first. Everyone looked so stunned."

"The girls and I saw the first two bands, and they were nothing compared to you. You four were amazing."

"You three started singing Keep Yourself Alive. Really?"

"Yes." I said, taking a sip.

"Insane! But how? I know that Mary and Veronica know the lyrics, but how did you remember them? I mean, you only heard it once."

"Well, the lyrics are always the same."

"I'm happy you know the lyrics to my masterpiece." He took a sip of wine.

"It seems like this is our talking place."

"What?"

"The sofa."

"Oh, yes, you're right," he laughed. "This is where we made our deal."

"Did you keep the paper with our signatures?"

"Yes," he stood up and moved into the library. He returned with a picture in his hands. "Take it."

"What?" I looked. It was a picture of us on the sofa. We were both laughing. It was a cute picture.

"What the hell? I don't remember this."

"I don't either. Veronica took it. I think it was before our toast."

"It's a really nice picture."

"Yeah, I thought the same thing." He smiled and took the picture away.

"I'm hungry."

"I am too. I'm sorry that we don't have anything to eat. Roger and I were suppose to go to the market today, but the concert changed our plans. If you want, we could go get some food."