A Little Bit Of Glitter

The Green Door

January 30 1973

I looked at my clock, seeing that it was already 8:30. I didn't have to substitute today, so I climbed out of bed and took a shower. Once I dried my curls, I made my way to the kitchen to prepare a cup of coffee. I took a seat at the table, and as I was about to take a sip, the phone started to ring.

"Hello." I answered.

"Hello, Brian May?" Someone said.

"Yes, this is him."

"I'm calling you in regards to a demo with Trident Record Company. It looks as if you're the only one who gave us a telephone number."

"Oh, yes. Is there something you need to tell me?"

"Yes, we want Queen to record a demo at our studio."

"Oh, how wonderful! But when?"

"Today."

"What?" I exclaimed. Roger wandered into the kitchen. "Of... Of course. What time?"

"1:00 p.m."

"Okay, we'll be there. Could you give me the address please?" I asked, grabbing a piece of paper and pencil.

"We're located on Coventry Street – between Rupert and Haymarket. It's only one green door on the street."

"Wait, that's in the city, right?"

"That is correct, Sir, see you later. When you arrive, ask for Jack Nelson."

"Thank you. Bye, Sir."

"Bye." He said, hanging up. I left the address beside the phone and wandered into the kitchen. Roger sat at the table, drinking my coffee and eating a couple slices of toast.

"Good morning!" Roger said.

"That was my coffee..."

"You're right, it was." He smiled. I rolled my eyes, sighing. "Oh, c'mon, I'm going to make you another cup." He moved over to the coffee pot.

"How come you're awake so early?" I asked.

"Because you woke me up while you were on the phone. Who called?"

"Oh... It was Trident; they want us to record a demo today."

"Oh, that's great!" Roger pauses. His eyes widen. "Wait, today!?"

"Yes, at 1:00 p.m. Why are we always rushed?"

"I think it's our style." Roger laughed, handing me a cup of coffee.

"I'll have to call the guys..." I took a sip until Roger asked me a question that nearly caused me to spit it out.

"Have you told Cynthia?"

"Oh my god! I told her I'd call when Queen recorded the demo."

"I saw you two the night after the festival." Roger said, moving onto his second piece of toast.

"Really?"

Roger nods. "I got home around three in the morning."

"I didn't hear you."

"You two were in a deep sleep. Plus, I didn't want to bother you." He smiled.

"Thanks." I took a sip of my coffee, smiling too.

"How is she?"

"How is she what?"

"How is she in bed?"