Unexpected Encounters [B.H.M.]

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I left Brian's house late that evening. He had offered me to stay the night, but I knew his kids had limited time with him and even though they seemed to have enjoyed my company during the day, I thought they might prefer to have their father for themselves the following morning and day. That was what I told Brian and he accepted my decision, he seemed to understand my thoughts.

But I left with the promise to see him again soon, and we settled on Thursday evening, after work for both of us, because he had a few commitments during the week that kept him busy. Like usually, the week passed slowly if I didn't see Brian. I thought about him a lot, and I thought about that little piece of paper I had taken from his house. I doubted that he would miss it since it hadn't seemed like he was going to contact Miss Dobson anytime soon. I might have made him think about it some more, but he hadn't seemed like he was keen on contacting her. Or rather, he thought she wasn't keen on being contacted by him.

Maybe he was right about that, but just in case he wasn't, on Monday after I finished work for the day, I was on a mission to find out more about that, about whether he was right or wrong about that. I had looked up the address on a map, so I'd know where to go after work. It wasn't far, surprisingly, she only lived a short drive away from where I worked. These past days I had been thinking about what I'd say once I rang the doorbell - assuming that I could. This was the first time that I ever - knowingly - went to a celebrity's house. And she was very well known. Very. Intimidatingly so. But I hoped that if I mentioned Brian, I would quickly find out whether she had any interest at all in ever seeing him again. It could either go well or very badly.

Was I nervous? Oh yes. Very much so. I had to convince her I wasn't a crazy fan. I was a fan, yes, but hopefully not crazy. Still. My heart was beating heavily as I looked for parking on her street. I found a spot almost directly in front of her house, so I simply sat in my car for a few minutes and looked at the house. It was pretty. But I was still nervous. However, I was determined to do this, so I did get out of the car. I made sure it was locked, and I also made sure that I had the note with her address in Brian's handwriting on me. Maybe that would convince her I actually knew him quite well.

I opened the small gate that led through the neat front garden before I stood in front of her house. If I was honest, I had expected it to be more difficult to get to the door. I took a deep breath before I rang the doorbell and hoped for the best. I didn't really have much choice but to hope.

It took a few moments, which felt like hours, before the door opened and I came face to face with a surprised looking Miss Dobson. And for a moment I didn't say anything because part of me hadn't expected her to open the door. She looked at me expectantly, so I cleared my throat. "Hi, uhm, Miss Dobson?" I knew it was her but still, it felt like the appropriate thing to say.

"Yes?" She simply said, waiting for me to continue.

"So, uhm, I realise this may seem completely weird to you, you don't know me, but -"

"You're a fan?" She asked, looking at me as if she didn't quite know what to make of me.

"No," I said before I shook my head. "I mean, yes, I am, of course I am, you're amazing. But that's not why I'm here. Now, before I continue, please hear me out. You may not like why I'm here but... please listen to me," I told her, watching her expression turn more and more sceptical.

"Alright," she said slowly. "I'll listen."

"So... I'm a good friend of Brian - Brian May," I began and immediately she tensed.

"If he sent you, then I'd prefer if you left. If he can't apologise in person, then he doesn't deserve a chance for that," she said firmly. This would be difficult.