Through Chrissie's eyes

Back to work

I've never seen Brian get any more relieved in life than the day he finally got out of hospital. I was agonized to see him sad all these months in the hospital, although I kept him company and our friends came to see him always.

Brian made sure to hold my hand and we left hand in hand from the hospital, thanking on the way who had taken care of him. Part of me was afraid of what we might find out there, maybe what my husband told me that happened in Japan would happen there as well, but at the discretion of John Reid, he didn't let the news of Brian's condition spread, and outside the hospital wasn't a lot of fans waiting for him. I had escaped this time, but I knew I would have to deal with such a situation sooner or later. At the moment, I was glad my husband was well again.

Brian's parents came from Hampton to spend a week with us, as they became very worried when they learned he was sick. The older Mays praised our house and our good taste in choosing it, but Sir Harold didn't seem to be satisfied with the way his son was making his living now as a full-time guitarist. I felt Brian's discomfort and his struggle to respond to his father's opinion with his opposed opinion (he would never do that, Brian always respected Sir Harold very much), but his mother who knew what her son was going through always found a way around the situation .

One of those ways made me as uncomfortable as Brian's father asking him to leave this musician thing, on second thought, it was something that left me and my husband equally uncomfortable.

"But if the ladder has protection, it's because we have a little grandchild on the way, right?" Mrs. Ruth tried to guess "that's why you waited for us to come here, to tell us in person!"

"Mom!" Brian shouted dying of shame, feeling like a little boy again "please, I ... It's nothing like that, it's ..."

He looked at me for help. I was as desperate as he was, too, but if there was anyone I could be honest with it was my in-laws.

"Mrs. May ... " I started, wandered distractedly in my hair, looking for the right words "we just got married and still have not talked about it. Because having kids is a big responsibility, and Brian and I are still learning how to deal with married life ..."

"That's what she said," Brian agreed, since he was surprisingly speechless.

After all that embarrassing conversation and a few more days we said goodbye to Brian's parents and went back to our old routine. I went back to work and he made music, but as always, I kept that distracted way and the lost look when something bothered him.

"I know what your mother said is bothering you ..." I knew that was what worried my husband "I don't know if that's what you think, but ... I don't think I'm ready to be a mother, not now ..."

"Ah neither am I ... " he sighed with relief with the samethought "I mean, I ... I want, someday ... But definitely not now, it's not easy to care for and educate someone to life, to the world, and I think I can still learn a lot more things that will help me to be ... You know ... But you, the boys are sure that you'll get the hang of it."

"I know ..." I managed to laugh, "but being a real mother is different. We're going to decide the right time together, okay, Bri?"

"It's perfect for me ..." he agreed and we kissed, sealing the deal.

That same week, Brian set about finishing the song he had started to create at the hospital. It was great to see him happy back to the action and John, Freddie and Roger were eager for their return as much as Brian was. My husband filled "Now I'm Here" with guitar solos, his memories of the tour in the United States, and how he felt like a new man playing and singing again after so much time stopped.

EMI decided to give the band some time off, letting them wait until next year to work on a new album, but in the meantime, they were still performing in London. In the middle of them, the boys chose a day to play Hyde Park totally for free, a gift for fans in our homeland.

Brian insisted that I went along when Queen would meet Richard Branson, who would produce the show in Hyde Park, and again, I was in doubt, that same feeling of not being important enough to be there with them came back to haunt my head, but then I remembered the decision I had made a while ago, and now that I was officially Mrs. May, I had to work hard to keep that posture. I would be at my husband's side to support him. Plus, it was great being able to hang out with Brian and the boys after all that time in the hospital.

The boys and I were waiting for Mr. Branson at his office desk, until he was available to talk to Queen.

"I hate waiting," Freddie complained, threatening to get up.

"Nobody likes it, but don't make a scandal because of this, okay?" John looked at the singer absentmindedly as he flipped through a magazine.

"I wasn't going to make a scandal." Freddie sat up in his chair "I was just going to ask politely if they had a prediction of when Mr. Branson are going to talk to us ..."

"Uh huh, I'll pretend to believe it." Roger giggled.

So, as if guessing that Queen could make a fuss as hysterical artists (another thing for which they were getting famous), a girl appeared to save us from impatience. She looked serious, since she was in her workplace, but her gaze was patient, and even had a little mischief behind it, I had only seen something like this in Roger.

Roger, by the way, saw her and his mouth fell open. "Oh Jesus, it's going to start all over again ..." I thought, already understanding what was going on in Taylor's head.

"I'm sorry for making you wait" She was calm, and didn't show her excitement about meeting Queen, not because she didn't like them, I thought, but because she was accustomed to dealing with artists "I'm Dominique Beyrand, Mr. Branson's assistant, he asked to call you."

Dominique shook hands with everyone, and when Roger's turn came, he still had his mouth open. She gave him an unsightly smile and disentangled herself from him, gesturing for the band to follow her.

Before Roger got up, I touched his chin and pushed it up slightly.

"What is it, Chrissie?" He looked at me a little confused.

"If I knew you were going to be drooling like that, I was going to bring a bib for my baby son" I teased, it was funny to see him silly like that.

"Leave me alone, Chrissie!" He grimaced, outraged at my audacity.

"Hurry up, Rog!" Brian called from within.

The drummer snorted and joined his bandmates. I couldn't stop laughing at his reaction to seeing Dominique.