Through Chrissie's eyes

Home sweet home

We didn't have much time for our honeymoon, we just spent a weekend in Hampton with Brian's parents and soon we got back to London, I didn't mind having traveled to a simple place, my husband's childhood home had also become a special place for me, that brought me peace and quiet.

Quiet was not all that was waiting for us in London, Queen worked hard at more local shows, which I always attended. Brian's time had now increased a little, he had finally graduated, he was officially an astrophysicist. But even so, other worries hovered in his head.

We decided to move, we had saved enough to buy a house, and while Brian didn't rehearse or compose we would go together looking for the perfect home. We walked quite a bit through Barnes until we came upon a house that caught our attention almost at the same time.

The sign on the front said it was for sale, we ran over there to take a look, admiring what we could see from the outside.

"It's two floors up, so it means it's at least have three rooms and one loft," Brian guessed.

"Yes, it is, probably," I said, "but do we need all this space? Don't get me wrong, my love, is that we are accustomed to a small space and ..."

"It's going to take some time to adapt? I also thought about it" Brian scratched his head "but just think ... We don't have to squeeze on our couch to watch a movie or Doctor Who!

"But I like our sofa ..." I pressed my lips pretending to cry, joking "it's so comfortable ... and if it could talk it would tell so many stories that I love ..."

"Yes, it'd also complain about how we were able to let Roger jump in it so many times" my husband laughed and brought me closer to him, returning to admire the house "we have to see it inside to make sure it's the right house."

"Let's talk to the broker," I agreed. "Let's see what happens."

We scheduled a visit to the property we had seen, and the broker was waiting for us when we got to the house.

"Mr. and Mrs. May, right?" he greeted us "I'm pleased to meet you, I'm Matt and I hope we can do a good deal together."

"Yeah, us too" Bri said.

I noticed that Matt stared at my husband for a while, and I could almost bet on what the broker was thinking.

"Sorry, Mr. May, but it seems like I know you, or I've seen you somewhere" Matt said as he guided us around the house.

Brian looked at me for help, he knew how to deal with fans when he was in a show environment, but here, while he was just a husband looking for a house with his wife, declaring with all the words that he was Queen's guitarist was rather embarrassing .

"Brian is a teacher ..." I tried to help him disguise, but I don't think I was that successful.

"Oh yeah" that seemed to be enough for Matt for a moment "it's that you look like a guy I saw on a new band album cover, that must be it."

"Yes, it must be," Brian agreed, wanting to avoid the subject.

Matt then took care of showing us the house, there was a spacious living room, full kitchen, laundry, ladder with protection (although no children would live there), upstairs plus two bedrooms and a loft. Brian went to the window of the room and took a good look at the sky from that angle.

"Just by that view, I'll take the house," my husband decided, "did you like it here too, Chrissie?"

I was grateful that he wanted to know my opinion.

"It's a great place, really" I agreed.

"Sorry, Mr. May but ..." Matt inspected the view from the window "I don't consider this a beautiful sight."

Really, looking at it from above you could only saw houses and more houses, but that wasn't what Brian was thinking.

"I'm an astrophysicist too" Brian explained modestly "and apparently when will come the night, you'll get a perfect view from here to observe the sky."

"Oh yeah." Matt was nice, but he was struggling not to look at Brian like he was crazy.

We decided to stay with the house, and after organizing our belongings and picking a few new ones to complete the new house, just before the change, Brian decided to have a serious talk with me.

"Chrissie," he called in his most serious tone, while we were in Roger's apartment, since ours was messy because of the move "I've been thinking one thing, and as much as I'm happy with what I decided, it scares me a little."

"You can tell me, my love" he actually sounded concerned.

"I've decided to stop teaching, we can pay the house for what I earn with Queen, and John is hitting the last details of a tour in Japan, so I ..." he breathed "I'll be Queen's full-time guitarist , it will be my official occupation."

"And that's great!" I smiled, expecting this to happen due to everything the boys had achieved so far "and why you still look sad?"

"I'm going to have to leave my my doctorate for a while, that's it," he said, "but I love making music, and that's exactly why the four of us have worked so hard."

"Surely, then enjoy this moment," I hugged him, knowing that Brian would like to continue studying, but now all musical possibilities were open for Queen to explore.

It was strange not to have to carry my own change and pay a company and employees to do it for me. It was another little privilege of my new life, at least I could still unwrap and pack everything I wanted, and that's what Brian and I did. Our books went to the loft, arranged on his old bookshelf and even Red Special had a place reserved just for it.

"Isn't it an exaggeration to have a room just to keep your guitar?" I let it out, finding the idea absurd.

"It's not just for her, it's a place for me to write songs" Brian explained, making his smartypants face "but you never know when or where the inspiration hits."

"I know ..." I laughed, understanding his logic as usual.

When he had time at night, Brian watched the sky through the attic window, through a telescope, another valuable gift from his father, and from time to time he called me to see it with him. It was during one of the watches that he became restless.

"I had an idea for a song," my husband explained to me, kissed my cheek and ran downstairs to jot down before he forgot.

This was one of the first ideas he had in our new home. Another idea came while we were asleep. Our heads were a few inches apart, my right hand resting on his chest, which made me feel him stirring, he began to murmur something before he woke, until he began to hum softly.

I stared at him, eyes heavy with sleep.

"Sorry, but I was asleep" I complained.

"Forgive me, but I had an idea" Brian kissed my hand that was on his chest, slowly stood up and went to write the bloody music with which he had dreamed.

And between creative musical moments and the most trivial domestic raids, Brian and I were getting used to our new home.