Crazy Little Thing Called Our Love

Chapter 1.

(Angela’s POV) 

5th of May.1974.

I was stand in front of the balcony in my floriculture, i syntonized the radio and i found station playing Me and Bobby McGee, by Janis Joplin, everything was very calm and ze- 

”ANGELA! ANGELA!” i heard my sister Lucy scream, her name is Lucille but i always called her Lucy, since we was kids. 

She opened the door of my floriculture on a furious way and she kicked accidentaly a flower-pot.”LOOK WHAT YOU DID WITH THE HELIANTHUS! ” Oh shit! That’s my favourite flower! ”Okay,Okay Angela! You need to know who i see in a coffee-house!” She said breathing faster and faster. 

”Audrey Hepburn? Grace Kelly? Brigitte Bardot?”,”Better than Grace,Audrey or BB! I SEE QUEEN!” she said jumping of happiness and laughing. 

”The Queen or Queen the band?”, ”THE BAND! You know! Freddie Mercury, Brian May, John Deacon and Roger Hot Taylor!” Now she was screami-

Wait… She said Queen. 

Queen. 

The band Queen. 

Oh My Fucking God! 

”Okay just let me put my coat and exchange the door-plate from ‘open’ to ‘closed’.

After put my coat on and change the door-plate to closed, me and Lucy started to run the street looking for the coffee-house. ”THERE!” she screamed and we came to the window of the place, looking for Freddie,Roger,Brian and John. 

”I’m going to ent-”

”No!” i interrupt Lucy. 

”Why?” 

”Is a question of respect, Lucy.” ”C’mon, Angie! We need just to talk to them!” said Lucy. 

”Please!”. 

”No Lucy! They’re having a time alone! We can’t disturb them!” 

”Oh Angela! Please! They are Queen! Let me just say a ‘Hi’ or ‘I love your songs’.” 

Lucy was closer to cry. 

”Okay,okay! But you’re in his alone, i prefer have self control and don-” When i see, she was alredy inside of the cooffee-house, smiling like a crazy, so i see her aproximate to the table that they was, i heard she stammer a ‘Hi, i’m a huge fan,i love all your songs’ and nothing more. So i see she sit with them, at the side of her favourite member, Roger Taylor. 

Oh god her face was so red and she looked so shy, i needed be with her in his. 

”Hi Lucy! I think you forgot me!” i laughed to her, she laughed too, not a real laugh, but a false laugh. ”Okay guys, that’s my sister Angela Jones, she have 20 eyars old and is a florist very peevish” And everybody in the table started to laugh and laughed too, just to don’t look peevish, So sit next to Brian May and John Deacon said ”A florist! that’s so adorable”,”And you smell like roses!” Brian said smiling to me, Oh god! He had the most cute smile in all universe! ”Thank you guys! Yeah, i work on my father’s floriculture, is mine now, and i got out of there in some minutes ago, that’s why i’m smell like roses.”, So Freddie asked ”He gave the floriculture to you?” ”Is part of the heritage, he and my mum died a one year, in a car accident” i said and Lucy put her hands in her face. 

”Oh darlings, i’m so sorry.” Freddie said. 

I see a tear fall in Lucy’s cheek, so Roger hug her and said ”Don’t cry, i don’t want you to fell bad.”, ”You just need keep your head up, my dear! I think your parents doens’t are liking to see you sad.” Freddie said, in his moment everybody was helping her to comeback to the same happiness that she was when she sit with them, i loved see the way that they loved this fans. ”Hey, i think i have something that will make you and her smile.” whispered Bri to me. 

”2 tickets with access to the dressing-room to our next show.” My eyes shined when he take the tickets of his pocket and and gave to me. ”And one day i promise visit you in your floriculture, i think we can be good friends, Angela.” 

Oh God. 

Bri May want be my friend.

Oh God. 

Oh God. 

”Of Course.” I said softly. 

” I would love it, Brian.” i smiled to him. 

”You can call me Bri, if you want.” he smiled back, i always called him Bri. 

”Of course, Bri.”. 

••••• 

After me and Lucy comeback to home, i started to prepare our dinner while she was having a shower, i made Lucy’s favourite food, fried chicken with cheese, i’m never going to understand why she just like chicken with cheese,seriously, to me is too weird. But i’m vegetarian, just a salad with olive oil to me is like the heaven. 

”Angela,my Angel, i need you. Now.” Lucy shouted from her bedroom, she alredy finished her shower. 

”Wait a little, i’m just started to put the dinner now.” i ansewered. When i finished to put the food on our plates, i came to her bedroom and i found her sit on the bed. 

Her bedroom is beautiful, had pink walls, James Dean,Marlon Brando,Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Taylor movies posters and a marble floor.

”Angie…” 

”Yes,readhead?” 

”Stop!”

”Okay,Okay! Now, tell what you want.” 

”If i tell to you something…do you believe?”

”Maybe.”

”I think Roger Taylor is i’m love with me,knows, he looked to me like he wanted…something.” 

I needed laugh, the way she said ‘something’ was so funny. 

”Why are you laughing? I’m thinking in his all the day!”

”The way you said ‘something’ was fucking funny!”

”Oh Angie,I love him! But if he is i’m love with me, what i’m going to do? If we date, i’m going to mess up everythin-” 

”No, you’re not going mess up everything! Calm down! You need to stay calm! If he loves you, you need to demonstrate it to him too, so he will confess his love to you, lady.” i said with my most truly words. 

”Thank you, Angie.” 

”I’m here to help you my dear.” ”Angie.”

”Yes?” ”Brian looked to you so adorable,lovely and…”

”And?”

”…in love with you.”

Please. Please. He never would fall in love with me in just for 2 hours of conversation, it’s too impossible. ”Okay, Lucy.”

”Love is so cute,don’t you think?”

i waited a little and ansewered,”Love is a crazy thing.”. 

Lucy laughed hard and stand up of the bed. 

”C’mon, let’s eat! I’m so hungry!.”

•••••

After our dinner, me and Lucy watched together some terror movies like Frankstein and Dracula and we watched some episodes of Lucy’s favourite serie, I Love Lucy. I had all the episodes engraved, my mum always loved Lucille Ball, i think that’s why Lucy’s name is Lucille, she loves Lucille Ball too. But after i watch all these movies, i just could think in Brian May. Seriously, i think Lucy is right, the way he looked at me was so different.