A Little Bit Of Glitter

Thank you, Mr. Microphone

August 29, 1973

Days passed since that night at the pub where Freddie talked with one of Camel's band members. As I said before, Freddie had accepted his invitation without consulting the rest of the band.

Since Roger answered Damian's call that night in July, he and Brian had become more cautious when answering phone calls.

Brian finished the Spanish version of The Chronicles of Narnia for the second time, and with each day, my sheet of translations were becoming less needed.
Preparation for the travel to the rock festival had begun several days in advance to eliminate any last minute chaos.
I was still working at Genesis, the pub, while dancing for the Ballet Dance Company for Swan Lake. I was practicing more now since a rumor had spread that the lead ballerina was being promoted to dance in Russia, and I was next in line for the lead role.
Today was the rock festival. I woke up before the guys and ate breakfast. Once I was done, I moved to the living room, lied down on the floor beside the sofa and started to stretch before doing push-ups. After my exercises, I moved to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water before returning to the living room. I turned on the radio before lying back on the floor and continuing my stretched. I saw Brian head into the kitchen.

"Good morning." He called.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" I asked.

"Yes, are you stretching?" He entered the living room with a glass of orange juice in hand.

"Yes. You stayed up late last night."

"I finally finished my song."

"You did?"

"Yes."

"I want to hear it. You said I had to wait until you were finished with it." I smiled.

"I think it's time, right?" I nodded. "I'll go grab my guitar." He set down his juice and hurried to his room before returning with his guitar moments later. "Ready." He sat on the sofa. I was still on the floor, stretching my legs a bit. "I don't think you'll like it." He said, adjusting his guitar.

"Just play." I smiled.

He cleared his throat and started strumming. I crossed my legs, listening closely.

"You never heard my song before; the music was too loud. But now I think you hear me well for both we know how. No star can light out way in this cloud of dark and fear; but some day one day..." I couldn't help but notice how beautiful Brian looked despite rolling straight out of bed. The sun was shining down on him from through the window. "... When I was you, and you were me, and we were very young; together took us nearly there the rest may not be sung. So still the cloud it hangs over us and we're alone; but some day one day, we'll come home..." He finished, and it was a moment before he relaxed and looked at me. "What do you think?" He asked, setting the guitar aside.

"I think it's beautiful! And so cute! You're including this song on the next record, right?"

"I hope. I haven't shown it to the guys yet."

"Well, you should."

"I'm glad you liked it," he smiled. "I'll go save her." He said, referring to his guitar, and headed to his room. I reached out to the small table in front of me, where Brian left the music sheet. I started to do the splits and sat the sheet on the floor in front of me to read it. I didn't pay much attention to Brian come down the hallway.

"I put the teapot on the stove. Do you want tea? Jesus Christ, you're going to split in two." He commented with wide eyes. I laughed.

"Oh, no, I'm fine." I smiled.