POV Helena
April 1972
The month of April was rushed to me. I've made submissions for two beauty contests, which will be held in July of that year. One of the contests is a parade of gala dresses at Liverpool College in June and the other contest is for Miss University of London, hosted by Fashion professors, University of London, which will be in July. The winner will make a reasonable amount of money. I encouraged Alicia to sign up for both contests as well, because she has a model bearing.
"Helena, I never want to be a miss," she said, laughing. - These fashion shows match you up more. I'm not interested.
Louis just listened to our conversation, inside the hallways of college. During the month of April, Rog, Bri and I were so moved, with the children's cancer ward of the Forest Hill hospital in south London. Rog and Bri had fantasized about princes and I of Snow White. For the time being, we are going on Saturday afternoons to visit the children or on Sundays. The kids have really enjoyed our visits. Bri, Rog, and I met the beautiful little girl Grace and the boy Brian played with. They smiled when they saw us and I told stories of fairy tales to them. The nurses and doctors were thrilled and took pictures of us. It was a very nice meeting with all the children.
During the month of April, there were no performances for the band and the boys started writing new songs for the second album. They are well advanced at work.
May 1972
During the month of May, I painted two pictures and asked Freddie to sell at the Kensington Market for me. I told him that I would share the value of the pictures with him if he sold me. I was out of time to sell because of college, swimming lessons, dancing and also was looking for an internship in my area of Fine Arts.
"You can let me sell it, dear Helena, and I'm sure they'll buy it," Freddie said, smiling.
The two paintings he had painted were landscapes. I follow a lot of Van Gogh's line, one of my favorite painters.
During the month of May, I went out for a weekend with my friends, all together, we went to a pub and in the penultimate and last weekend of May, I went out with Brian. On the penultimate weekend we went to an exhibition by Salvador Dali, an important Catalan painter, known for his surreal work. Bri and I were enjoying Dali's paintings. Some Bri did not understand and asked for explanations for me. I begin to speak what I knew and understood. Bri smiled and hugged me.
"No wonder you're a great painter. You understand very well, explain very well what goes on in the minds of these great geniuses to paint such incredible things like that. I'm a layman on the subject. My business is astronomy and music itself. "Brian smiled, hugging me harder, and I just smiled at my friend's show of affection.
Last weekend in May, I went to the movies with Brian, watching the famous movie The Godfather, which everyone is commenting on. The movie was recently released in theaters. It's simply the best gangster movie ever. Bri and I love the movie. After the movie we went to a pizzeria. Bri parked the car in front of the pizzeria and opened the door for me, like a great gentleman who is. I smiled and thanked him. We made a request for a pizza, half calabrese for me and a half mozzarella for him, since he is a vegetarian. And we began to talk about many things.
- And the preparations for the recordings of the album again in July? I asked smiling.
"They're at full throttle," Brian smiled. "I think between July and August we finished recording the band's first album.
"That's great," I smiled. "The day that happens, we can celebrate with all our friends.
- We 're sure to celebrate. - Bri smiled caressing my hand - Just as we will celebrate when you win the beauty pageants and fulfill all your dreams.
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