Tattoo'd Lady (A Brian May Fanfiction) -English-

As if nothing had happened

-When will you understand that my mother is not used to your...your impetus?- I ask Roger nervously.
-She will get used to it- he simply replies, fixing the collar of his white shirt -But you, Brian? You're still in your pajamas, you don't shave for three days and your face is whiter than a pale kangaroo mouse. Come on, Bri!- he try to encourage me, turning to me -It's a beautiful sunny day outside, life is wonderful...-
-...and the meadows are in bloom. Have you finished the poetry Mr. Taylor?- I ask him sarcastically, continuing unperturbed to drink my tea.
-Oh, you're susceptible this morning, my friend! And I who has came to visit you with so much affection and charity-
-Oh, but thanks Mother Teresa of Calcutta, I will remember this commendable gesture when I am completely healed-
-But you are completely healed, but you are... but you are very depressed, my friend-
-Rog, please, don't make diagnosis that today is not a day!-
-I don't want to make diagnosis, I just made a observation. You don't leave your house except for come to the studio and...-
-...because I can't do it Roger! I can't stand up for more than a quarter of an hour, you understand why I don't go out?-
-Yes, I know, I know everything Brian. I see in the studio that for you it's hard to stand up and you get tired very soon even when you play and...and it's not like you- he stops and he looks at me worried -I just want to help you because you are my friend-
-I know it Roger and...and I thank you for this. I'm sorry if sometimes I look like a cynical person, but...but I'm not living a happy time. My body is healing, but my mind refuses to accept so many things-
-You don't accept to be alone, that's the point. Amalia broked up with you, you cried for this, you suffered for this, but your life goes on Bri, there are so many girls out there who...-
-For now no Rog, no girls, please. Let me....let me metabolize this disappointment first and then I'll try to reconnect a relationship with the female gender-
-As you want, but don't let too much time pass or you'll rust- he laughs and I know very well why he's doing it.

-You always have to think about sex, always- I comment annoyed -By the way... Do you go to the studio later? -
-Yes I do, I have an appointment with Freddie and John in an hour, we have to record some parts of Freddie's new song, that...Killer Queen- he explains to me, looking curiously at my model of the solar system resting on the chest of drawers next to the window -Are you already thinking about the guitar solo?-
-Oh no, I still haven't worked on it, last night I kept writing a new song- I explained to him, pouring myself some more tea -But I think I'll work on it this afternoon, after lunch, I'll be home for sure-
-If I had had nothing to do with Jo, I would have come to pick you up- he continues, fumbling dangerously between the planets of my model.
-You always have something to do with women Rog, but I'm happy that you're trying to build something serious with Jo-
-Oh...yes, actually she's the one who is trying to build a serious thing between us. I...you know how I am with girls-
-Of course I know it, unfortunately- I sigh resignedly, but when I turn to him the terror print out on my face -But...but what are you doing Rog? Mars comes before Jupiter- I rebuke him, in less than a minute he has upset my mini solar-system.

Roger stares at me, then turns back to the model: -Ah! Now I understand what was the wrong thing!- and he starts to tinker with planets and satellites.

-Yes, of course, that's what it's called now- I comment sarcastic -Since when you know about astronomy Rog?-
-Always Brian. You don't know, in high school I got D in science and if I could copy during the class-test I got even C-
-Oh, what a misunderstood genius!- I reply again, taking another sip of tea.

Silence falls for a few minutes between us, I can hear only the sound of the pieces of my model that my friend still insists in an attempt to reconstruct it.

-Rog, give up, I'll fix it later- I tell him, now I've lost hopes.
-No, come on, I want to fix it for you-
-Forget about it, otherwise I will find the Earth instead of the Sun for the joy of Aristotle and Ptolemy-
-Listen to me, Brian- he replies with a frowning gaze -I really don't know who are these two friends of, but it's okay... I do what you say...- he concludes choleric, finally stopping to upset our solar system.
-I really don't understand if you're really in this way-
-I'm as I appear to you, my friend, while you're heavy, complicated and...-
-...and I'm jealous of my belongings, therefore, the next time you'll come in this room, please, keep your hands in your pockets!-
-Oh, ok Mr. perfectionist- he replies annoyed and he turns to the window, looking outside.
-If you came here to offend me, Roger, you know very well where is the door- I say angrily, turning to him -I'm nervous enough on my own and you...but...but what you looking at Rog, can I know it?-

Roger continues to look carefully at something outside my bedroom window, carelesses about my question.

-But are the Hill still your neighbors?
-Yes Rog they are. Why?-
-Because the Hill have a daughter...it's right? And what's her name? Jessica?- he asks again, without ceasing to look out.
-Yes, her name is Jessica, but why are you asking me?-
-Because I know very well Jessica Hill, she wanted to go out with me but ...-
-... but she's not your type of girl, I know it Rog-
-Precisely Bri. But the girl who is hanging out the laundry in the Hill's garden certainly is not Jessica-

My friend finally moves slightly to his right to let me see who he is referring to.
-Oh...- I only stutter and I start sipping my tea again, as if nothing had happened. As if nothing had happened, but instead...

The girl who has attracted so much the attention of my band's drummer, actually had already attracted mine. The first time I saw her I had just been discharged from the first hospitalization, that for the hepatitis. I was at home for two days, motionless at the bed, unable even to lift a glass of water. I suddenly turned to the window and I saw her: she was dressed as she is now, with a short little white flowered dress, and she was doing exactly the same thing she is doing now, hanging out the laundry. It was a heavenly vision, her long brown hair, her big brown eyes, her wonderful body rounded in the right places, she was a goddess in my eyes. In the last period the only sexiest thing they had seen were the white uniform barely unbuttoned by the younger nurses! From that moment, seeing her even for a minute had become the only reason for me to go on living. When I was hospitalized the second time, lying in my hospital bed, I closed my eyes and I dreamed her next to me, I saw her in the faces of the nurses and the doctors and the only reason I wanted to heal quickly was just that to be able to come home soon and admire her again. Two weeks ago I was discharged even if I'm not completely healed by this annoying ulcer that damns me the soul and the stomach even just when I breathe. When I came into my room, the first thing I did was to open my window and I found her there, in the Hill's garden: she was reading a book, she was waiting for me where I had left her, as if nothing had happened. She doesn't know that I look at her, she doesn't know that I admire her every gesture, she has never noticed me, but I have noticed her. I think she's a student, sometimes I see her sitting at the garden table while she repeats a lesson aloud. I know her name is Lilibeth because I heard Jessica Hill call her with this name, a few days ago. I don't know anything about her anymore and I think she doesn't even know about my existence.