September 8th, 1973.
After 20 days since that photoshot at College, Richard came here to the flat and showed the guys the pictures he had taken, he was a really good photographer. They watched them all and selected the ones that would be part of the next record promo.
I also had my first show in the main roll on The Swan Lake. After this show there was going to be one more before Don Quixote. I guess after Don Quixote, cosidering Holidays season would be coming up, it will be The Nutcraker on after Don Quixote.
That day after the rehearsal, we moved to the the dressing room. As always I was chatting with Idina, who was really surprised - as the rest of the ballet group - by my new hair colour.
”So… You hung out with Roger…,” I said, taking off my clothes.
”Oh, yes! I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you… But it was on the run. We started by talking on the phone,” she said, doing the same as me.
”Oh, he called you?”
“Yeah, he has my number phone since that night at the pub.” She smiled.
“So? How was it?” I asked.
”Oh, he’s so funny and sexy.”
”So I guess you’ll date him again.” I said, stuffing my things into the handbag. I was thinking about what Roger told me couple nights ago about her, that she wasn’t “his type”.
”I hope so. I really want to," she said, brushing her hair. I just smiled at her, it seemed like they did not think the same about each other. After a short silence she spoke again. “So, how was that photoshoot?”
”Oh, wonderful. Richard has already come to the flat and shown the guys the pictures he took. He’s a wizard.”
”Well then, tell me when they’re going to be available to see on the record.”
”Of course!”
”Was Richard the one which came with the idea of dyeing your hair?” She asked, as I started to brush my hair too.
”No, no. It was Zandra, the clothes designer," I said. “Who is a wizard too.”
”She was right. It looks really good on you. I bet Brian loved it.” She winked at me, smirking.
”Oh yeah, he said he liked it.” I smiled. “Well dear, I just want to be home and rest a while. I’m exhausted,” I added.
”Sure. See you tomorrow.” She said. “Bye.”
”Bye,” I said and rushed through the door. I took the bus and got home really tired. I opened the door and there were Brian and Roger. Brian was writing something with his guitar on his lap and Roger was smoking, standing up making gestures and indications.
”Hello…,” I said.
”Hi, Cyn,” they both replied.
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A Little Bit Of Glitter
FanfictionIt's 1973, Cynthia has signed an interesting deal with Brian. Queen is finally going to sign with a Record Company, or at least it seems so. New jobs and new friends miles away from her country. Is this what she has signed up for? She's going to fin...
