Through Chrissie's eyes

The wedding

We got up early on Sunday morning, which we rarely did. Sunday was our day of rest and sleep until later. But not on that particular Sunday, in May 1974. I woke up after Brian, who was sitting on the couch, thoughtful, worried, excited. Just as I was.

"Good morning." I touched his shoulder carefully. "Have you had breakfasr?"

"Oh no, I ..." Brian got up and followed me into the kitchen. "I woke up in the middle of the night and I've come here ..."

"I know you're nervous," I smiled, understanding his concern, "but it's going to be all right, we just have to do everything calmly, one thing at a time, starting with breakfast."

While helping me make breakfast, Brian relaxed a little. We ate together and prepared to leave, each one would go to a different place.

"I'll see you later," he said, saying goodbye. "I love you."

"I'll certain see you later," I sighed, feeling the anxiety increase. "I love you, too."

We kissed and each one went our way. I would go to Freddie and Mary's apartment, she and Veronica would be there to help me clean up, my parents and Jo would meet me there too.

Joanne was one of the first people on the list of guests, she before me, knew that me and Brian would be together and nothing was more fair than invite her to the wedding, for her to see how much she was right about us. I missed her, but I was glad to know she was dating a Mark Hantz, who from what she told me was the opposite of Roger. So it wouldn't be a problem for the exes to meet at the wedding.

Brian would get dressed in Roger's apartment, aided by Freddie and John, but in fact my fiancé was the one who would help them be formal enough to attend his wedding. That if Freddie allowed Brian to change his outfit, which I doubted very much.

When I was ready, I glanced at the long mirror Mary had placed in the living room just so I could check my reflection. I didn't recognize the girl I was seeing. I always wore my hair loose, but this time it was stuck in a bun, the veil covered my face and went to the shoulders, my dress was simple, the color of the traditional white, had short sleeves and covered my feet, I wore white heels not so high to not disturb my walking. I waved at the reflection, to prove to myself that it was me there. Yeah ... I was about to fullfill one of the dreams I never thought could become real. I couldn't help thinking of Brian at the moment, how blessed I was to have found him.

"I ..." I sighed and turned to my friends. "I think I'm ready to go."

"Hold the excitement, my dear quiet Chrissie, because the adventure is about to happen." Jo took my hand and led me outside.

Seeing my parents' car and they waiting for me brought a new sense of longing and joy, mingling with everything I was already feeling.

"It'll be all different now, my dear" Dad told me, "but we'll be here whenever you need to."

"I know, I'll never forget that." I smiled back, trying not to cry.

"Come on, Chrissie, they're all waiting," Mom rushed me, "it'd be unfair to leave poor Brian waiting too long."

"That's a tradition I don't want to keep," I teased, "if it takes too long, Brian might faint."

We laughed and I settled into the backseat, hoping to find Jo, Veronica, and Mary in the church.

Along the way I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach, and to focus on my own advice I had given Brian earlier. One step at a time. Dad got me out of the car, I stood next to him at the entrance to the church, and I saw the excitement of the guests inside, euphoric by my arrival. Oh my God, how could I ignore the bad feeling about everyone looking at me? Once again, I took a deep breath, my father stroked my arm, knowing what I was going through and giving me courage. It was then that I saw Brian, his tall figure highlighted by his big hair, his suit lining up his silhouette elegantly. Our eyes met.

"I'm afraid of walk in front of everybody ..." I said with my eyes.

"You don't need to be scared, just look at me, I'm here waiting for you," he returned, his blue eyes shining with emotion.

I took the first step after understanding this, and kept walking beside my father, one step at a time, patiently and trying to keep calm, without turning my eyes away from Brian, except when I caught a glimpse of thw boys and the girls next to him, giving support.

I could barely pay attention to the Wedding March that the church organist was playing, my racing heart distracted me from everything around me, my attention was focused only on Brian. Finally my father and I arrived at the altar, he handed me to my fiancé, and I grabbed the arm Brian offered me with strength.

"Here we go ..." he whispered to me.

"Yeah ..." I sighed, trying to focus on the ceremony about to begin.

"My dear friends and family," the minister began, "we are gathered here before God and these witnesses to unite Brian May and Christine Mullen in marriage. Brian, is it your free will to marry this woman?

"Yes," he answered unbeaten, not allowing the nervousness to appear.

"Christine, is it of your own free will to marry this man?" The minister addressed me.

"Yes," I said softly, but loud enough for Brian to hear me.

"If so," resumed the minister, "repeat what I say, please."

"I, Christine Mullen" I was the first to say my vows, following the instructions of the minister "receive you, Brian Harold May, as my lawful husband, promising to love you, respect you and honor you, every day of our lives.!

"I, Brian Harold May" Brian took my hands in his, "receive you, Christine Mullen, as my lawful wife, promising to love you, respect you, and honor you, every day of our lives."

"And by the power invested in me, I declare you officially married," the minister smiled at us, "you can kiss the bride."

Brian touched my face and kissed me gently, when we looked at each other, it seemed like it was just the two of us. What made me wake up from that moment was to hear the applause of the guests. Me and Brian left the church side by side, our arms entwined, I could feel his heart as fast as mine. Before we went to the party, we stopped for a little while.

"Is this all real?" I was shaking and crying, it seemed to be something bad, but it was all out of pure happiness.

"You can totally bet that it is, Mrs. May, "Brian said, and laughed, amazed to call me his wife now.

I blinked, so that my mind, somewhat lost and moved by all that had passed, began to realize that I had just married the man of my life