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Chapter 15 - Helena and the pictures are gone / November - December 1972

POV Brian

November

My parents are still upset with me because I stopped PH D studies and did not complete the Cosmic Dust Thesis. The most upset is my father. I told them I'm twenty-five and I already know what I want for my life. Meanwhile, Helena is painting the three pictures she will present at the picture show on December 15th at the Royal Holloway. Freddie is about to go mad because he still can not find an idea for the album cover.

"We can not be long, my dear," Freddie said, pacing back and forth in his apartment.

"Calm down, Freddie, we'll find a solution," said Deacy.

Meanwhile, Rog was sitting on the couch, writing a song.

"Can I see it?" - I asked.

"Not yet, my brother, when I'm finished," he said, smiling. "The song will be for the band's next album.

"Excellent," I said, smiling.

A few days later, the boys and I signed some more papers from Trident Studios, which is part of the contract.

The days went by ... Meanwhile, he was teaching mathematics and science at school. I do not know until when. I believe that next year I will leave until my teaching job.

December...

December arrived quickly. The boys and I were rehearsing for the Marquee performance on December 20th. We were rehearsing in the auditorium at Imperial College. Rog and Deacy were about to go on a college vacation.

Until December 15th, the last day of college class for all arrived and the evening will be held the paintings fair of paintings of the students of Royal Holloway.

I arrived at the place at half past seven at night. Helena had already arrived and was with Rog. She came with him. I sigh in defeat. His paintings were not yet at the fair.

"And your pictures, where are they?" I asked.

- In the painting room of the students. I still have to get them, "Helena said.

"Then let's get it now," said Rog Bri, "please come with us." Help us. The guests are already arriving.

"I think I'd better get the pictures, my friend," Alicia said to Helena. "It'll be full of guests.

"I just did not get it, because two of my teachers came to talk to me about my beautiful job," smiled Helena.

"Then let's go to the paintings," Roger smiled.

- Let's go! I said excitedly and the three of us headed for the picture room.

POV Helena

Finally December 15th arrived. College vacation again. And today is another night of paintings fair for the Royal Holloway art students. I always love to paint my paintings for the paintings fairs held in college. Through my paintings, my paintings, all my sacrifice, effort, I make money by selling my paintings, which have been successful. Rog passed by my apartment at six thirty in the afternoon. Rog and I had already taken my three pictures yesterday afternoon to college, because they are kept in a room where the paintings are painted by the students. When Rog passed at six thirty in the afternoon, we talked and laughed. Rog was excited for Queen's presentation at the Marquee in five days and I was looking forward to the picture fair tonight. At seven o'clock we arrived at the university and we went to the place of the paintings fair. Alicia, Louis, among other students were already there, with their paintings mounted. I greeted them, and when I was going with Rog to get the pictures, two of my teachers approached me, greeted Rog, and began to talk to me about my paintings, that they were very happy with the ideas I had of the paintings. Meanwhile, Rog looked at the pictures of other students, who were already exposed. We spent about twenty minutes talking until the teachers left. I went to meet Rog and watched with him, the paintings of other students, classmates. There were very beautiful paintings.

"These paintings are beautiful, but none of these pictures compare to yours, Lena," Rog said, smiling at me, kissing me on the cheek.

"Thank you, my angel," I said, smiling.

A few minutes later Bri arrived and greeted us. Then she told me about my paintings, and Alicia said I'd better get my pictures, because it was already seven-thirty at night and people were coming.

Then Rog, Bri and I went to the room where the students' paintings are. By the time we arrived, I looked around the room and could not find my three painted pictures.

- Where are my pictures that are not here? I asked in amazement.

"You really are not here, Helena. Very strange. There are still some pictures that were not taken out by the students.

Rog and Bri helped me find my paintings in the great room. But as the minutes passed, the other students would come and pick up their canvases with the beautiful paintings and I would not find mine. I started to feel desperate.

- My paintings are gone? "That's not possible," he said, his lips trembling.

"Lena, my angel, be calm, Bri and I will help you." Bri, please tell the teachers that Helena's three pictures are gone. Rog said to Bri.

Bri ran to tell the teachers and Rog hugged me hard and tears fell from my face.

"My paintings can not have disappeared, after all the work, the dedication I had to paint them. She cried.

"Calm down, my lovely angel, it will be all right," Rog said, kissing my head and then my forehead. "I promise you that your pictures will be found."

"You promise, Rog?" I asked, crying.

"I promise, my beautiful," he said, hugging me harder.

A few minutes later Bri appeared with all the teachers.

"I do not know how my paintings are gone. Did you see that yesterday I brought the three with Rog and put it here and today? There's something wrong here, "I said, crying.

Rog hugged me harder.

POV Roger

I was hugging Helena. She was crying, disconsolate with everything that was happening. Something has to be done anyway. Did she do a great job of painting the paintings to disappear now, without leaving a trace?

"As long as your paintings are not found, there will be no picture fair, Helena," said one of the teachers.

"We're already making arrangements and we're sending security guards from the college to look for his three pictures," another teacher said.

"Thank you for what you're doing," Helena said, leaning her head against my chest and I hugging her tightly to strengthen her.

The teachers are sure to cancel the event, unless Helena's paintings are found ...

To be continued.