Through Chrissie's eyes

Officially Artists

The following months were going on and the boys' expectations for the demos were on average, and their lives of college students and musicians were moving on. So we arrived in September, and Freddie's family kindly invited us to celebrate his birthday, all of us together.

Thinking about the invitation, I also stopped to think that we never knew much about Freddie beyond what he told, what he wanted us to know. So it was a little surprising to discover his origins and understand why he hid them. He didn't have to be ashamed of where he had come from and his name, but people rarely liked someone different and hiding this information, guaranteed that he wouldn't be the subject of jokes and more cruel things that would end up hurting him and making him sad even more.

I understood this, I was quietly so people wouldn't mess with me and being quiet was the reason some people would mess with me. But as always, Freddie didn't let anything shake him, and the news we got that afternoon helped even more to forget the bad things. Queen had finally found a manager. We cheered, and within me, there was a mixture of happiness and fear of what was to come.

If there was one thing I was sure of, it was how good the boys were, brilliant and creative musicians capable of creating a sound that caught the attention of any audience, for good or bad, and now, with the possibility of recording discs and touring, they had everything to become a huge sucsess. And success was the word that defined my fear, what would it be like if I were the girlfriend of someone famous? Would I be free of criticism, would media ignore me, or have the same interest in me as they would in Brian? But who would be in the media and spotlight was them, not me, and I hated being the center of attention ... Well, I was too worried about something that hadn't even happened yet. I was like that, I could not help being anxious. Anyway, all this possible reality that I created in my head was not yet the life I was living, or I would live ... well, I decided to wait to see how everything would work out.

Then came the day the boys would find John Reid, their supposed agent. Brian looked at himself in the mirror about five hundred times, worried and anxious.

"How do I look?" he asked, and I adjusted the lapels of his jacket.

"Nervous, but that's not what you asked me," I joked, to relax him "a well-behaved rockstar".

"And that's good for the band's image? To guarantee our chance to have a contract?" Brian bit his lip, and looked at me with wide-eyed eyes.

"Relax Bri, it's going to be all right, just keep the faith you always have and inspire confidence," I advised.

"Yeah, right," he sighed, put his hands on his waist and made his face of determination "I'll go then."

"Oh, Brian!" I called, reminding myself of something "you're forgetting something."

"What?" He was confused.

"This." I kissed his forehead, both cheeks one at a time and lips last, all kisses with a little bit of exaggeration.

"Oh ..." Brian blushed.

"Lots of good luck kisses, for a lot of luck," I explained, laughing.

"Okay," he chuckled. "Bye, see you later!"

"See ya! I love you!" I shouted as he walked.

"I love you, too." Brian turned around and waved.

As he walked away, I heard his laughter once more.

I waited anxiously for them to return, not knowing what to expect, trying to block the fear of fame and its consequences I had been feeling before. I tried to read "The Horse and His Boy" while I waited, but I couldn't concentrate, turned on the television and switched channels frantically. My God! I wasn't even in the band and I was wildly anxious! I took a deep breath, trying to relax. I just lay down on the couch and closed my eyes, I didn't sleep, but it helped calm me down. Then finally the agony was over as the door opened, and I heard the unmistakable voices of the boys, excited and contented.