Why couldn't I be older? Be born in Brixton in 1950 or something... I could've been the girlfriend or even the wife of David Bowie...! Imagine that... Rosalind Bowie.
... As expected I got home before Kev and just went to bed, I knew he'd come home drunk and I didn't want to deal with him tonight.
I lay awake in bed, David kissed my cheek... He couldn't possibly do that to every fan he met... I touched my cheek and smile happily at the thought.
I soon fell asleep, and woke up late the following morning. Kev was at work once again and probably nursing a hangover whilst counting someone's money. I smirk knowing it's his own fault for getting in such a state.
I got up, got dressed and decided to ring home. Dialling the number as fast as light, I waited impatiently for someone to answer the phone.
"Hello, Chester residence!" My father says cheerfully.
"Hello dad, it's just me."
"Oh Ros how lovely to hear from you! How's the course going?" Dad asks.
"Yes it's ok, very hard work. How are you all?"
"We're all wonderful here! Oh - your mother wants to talk to you. Bye dear!" The phone goes quiet for a moment.
"Hi mum." I say down the phone.
"Oh hello sweetheart! How's Brixton keeping you?"
"Everything's fine here."
"And how's Kevin?" She asks hopeful whereas I sigh.
"He's fine. Eleanor went to see her mum a couple of days ago so-" she cuts me off.
"Oh well why don't you come and see us! You haven't been to see us in so long sweetheart! Your brother misses you terribly."
Seconds after mum says that, I hear Henry's voice in the background shouting: "NO I DO NOT!" Which makes me laugh.
"Yeah I will, some time in April. I just thought I'd ring to see how you all were."
"Yes well, we're all fine here. I heard some rumours that David Bowie is in South London, maybe he'll come to Brixton! Didn't you say he used to live there?"
"Yes, I did."
"Well, could you imagine if you met him! You wouldn't be able to shut up about it!" She says being giddy.
"Mm, maybe." I say with a smirk. "And if I did meet him, he could ask me to marry him too! Both as unlikely to happen!" I say jokingly, but deep down hope the second part would be true.
"Well that would never happen!" My mother snaps. "He's married to Angie Bowie remember? They've been together- what- 4 years now? Their son was born in- oh let me think- 1971? C'mon sweetie, I thought you were the Bowie expert in the family!"
I forgot about Angie. And his son...
The model, the singer... Of course... David's wife.
"Are you ok sweetheart?" Mum asks snapping me out of thought.
"Yes, yes... Sorry, anyway, I better go, lots to do today. Speak to you all soon, send my love to dad, and tell Henry to behave. Goodbye mum."
"Bye sweetie!" And then she hangs up.
How did it ever slip my mind about Angie? About their son...? My heart crumbled. Not once had he mentioned them... But then again, I was just a fan...
All afternoon I thought about his wife and child, David made me feel loved, I felt like I had forgotten he was famous when I spent time with him... I had forgotten about the teenage crush, I knew he was the man I needed in my life, I loved him... Is that possible? For me to love a man after meeting him 2 days ago...? But, I can't love him.
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1974 - A David Bowie Fanfic.
أدب الهواةThe year is 1974 and Rosalind Chester is an 18 year old girl who is in love with one of the biggest rockstar's of that time, along with a million other David Bowie fans... When Ros decides it's time to leave home to live in Brixton, her whole world...