Through Chrissie's eyes

Queen's guitarist fiancee

It was mid-week and late afternoon when we got to the BBC's Top of the Pops studios. When Brian told me that we could watch the recording, I felt a sense of panic and shame, I was always an insecure person and thought I wasn't that important, so in that case, I thought I was too insignificant to be inside a studio of the country's most watched station, but then I remembered that I wouldn't be there for my sake, but for my future husband and friends.

It was the first click I had in this new process that was going on in my life. I'd soon be Brian's wife, who wasn't just my Bri, but Queen's guitarist, and I, as his wife, should have the posture that my husband's occupation required, which was to accompany him and support him in his artistic career. Gradually I'd have to get used to it, and to face my insecurity and embarrassment was my way of demonstrating that I would always be with him, something great that I could do to show that I loved him.

Although I was surprised by the backstage environment of the studio, full of producers going back and forth, cameras capturing everything, (thank God, except me) having the company of Mary and Veronica who also did the same as me, supporting the boys, and seeing them getting ready to play, as I had seen so many times before, helped me deal with this new experience, reminding myself of familiar things I loved.

I noticed how much Freddie talked excitedly with Mary shortly before they went to record, they had always been very connected since they started dating, she was his confidante, the first to know and understand their ideas, they had lived together for a while, but in the last few days, there was something more different and special when Freddie was with Mary. I remembered seeing the same thing in Brian. I deduced what our friend was thinking, and if I was right, I wouldn't be the only bride in our group any longer.

I stopped paying attention to the couple when the boys finally began their presentation, trying to contain their irritation at having to pretend to play and sing, John didn't care much about it.

At the end of it all, the band was dismissed and all we had to do to see the result was to wait for the clip to be broadcast over the weekend. We gathered everyone in our apartment to check it out first hand.

I was staring at the clip itself, singing Killer Queen softly along with the television, but the boys insisted on commenting on each other's grimaces.

"No, the faces of Brian and Roger did didn't help much, definitely," Freddie made his criticism.

"How it didn't help?" Roger was offended before my fiancé.

"You can see that you too are upset." John leaned back.

"And I'm surprised you took that farce." Brian folded his arms.

"Guys, the important thing wasn't to perform on television?" Veronica recalled "think that one thing leads to another, if everyone sees you on television, they will be curious to see you live, and they will see that you really know how to play."

"That's exactly what I thought," I said, agreeing with my friend.

And Veronica was right, in the days that followed, "Killer Queen" was the most heard song in the country, and to my surprise, even in the corridors of the school where I worked, I even heard some students singing the song. That made me feel the same fear of the boys' success, but at the same time I was so proud and inside I saw that I didn't need to go there and tell that I was going to marry the guitarist of the band that created the song that they were singing.

Speaking of marriage, the hours Brian and I had free were to plan everything, we had already set the date, distributed the invitations, paid suit and dress, ordered the cheapest buffet we found, but there was only one thing missing.