Through Chrissie's eyes

Ms. Beyrand

Speaking on Dominique, she returned after some time to the reception, her hands were occupied holding a lot of papers, which seemed to be files and documents. However, she left those things that seemed important for a moment to talk to me.

"I'm sorry I didn't give a hello to you before, it's that my boss was in a hurry to talk to the band and I had to greet them earlier to introduce them soon" Dominique was justified, but for me this wasn't necessary, I understood perfectly her situation, but at the same time I was pleased with the consideration she had with me.

"Oh, it's okay" I replied, "I understand. I'm ... Chrissie May, Ms. Beyrand."

"Ah, the guitarist's wife, isn't it?" she wanted to confirm while shaking my hand "I think it very kind of you to come with them."

"Yeah, sometimes I do that" I realized I was enjoying talking to Dominique - they're great musicians and people, but ... Sometimes they need someone to give a little talk to make them behave, and whether they want it or not, they listen to me."

"Yeah, I realized that" she agreed "a lot of artists are arrogant and assholes because they want to and take pleasure in it, but Queen here, what I noticed in them was just a huge self-confidence."

"Yeah, that's what they are" I said, thinking of them more as dedicated artists than arrogant rock stars.

"Um ..." she hesitated a little, and I realized that Dominique was afraid to ask her next question "I have to sort things out, Mrs. May, but if you don't mind, I'd like to keep talking to you later."

"Oh, yes, all right, Miss. Beyrand" I smiled at her liking our conversation "and by the way, you can call me Chrissie."

"In that case you can call me Dominique then, or Dom" she replied.

I smiled back and she went off to another place, carrying her documents and files. I had to wait a while longer to the end of the boys' reunion with Richard Branson. I glanced at the magazines on display there, but none of them interested me. Instead of worrying about the delay, I ended up thinking of something else: Roger's funny reaction to seeing Dominique.

I had seen him looking at other girls like that, but the way he focused on her that afternoon, there was something very different, not even to Jo he looked like that ... So the situation was much worse than I had imagined.

After thinking about it, Dominique came back and offered me tea or coffee, and I ended up with the second option. A coffee was just what I needed at the moment to help me keep waiting.

"So, Chrissie ..." she resumed our conversation, "I ... I really don't want to ask, but ... Maybe it's unethical at work, but if you answer me, you can help me deal better with Queen and I I need to do this to work well, so my question is ... Is Mr.Taylor always sticky like that?"

"Rog?" I couldn't help it and laugh again "sorry, it's ... he's not always like that, I assure you, it's been a long time since I met him and believe me, behind this good-looking and charming womanizer there's a very sensitive and adorable guy, really."

"Well, that was enlightening, Chrissie" Dominique made a thoughtful face. "Thank you for not thinking I'm strange for asking this".

"Oh, no, I don't think you're strange" I understood. "They always seemed strange to me, so I know what it's like to feel bad about it, I don't judge you."

"Thank you, I have to get back to work." She stood up and said good-bye.

"Of course" I understood her situation and I saw her enter another room again.

A little more time passed and finally the boys emerged again.

"So?" I asked Brian "what did you decide?"

"Let's rock Hyde Park this weekend!" Freddie celebrated.

"And we managed to keep the show for free" Brian added.

"That's great," I smiled at them, really proud of them thinking in the fans.

"Um... Chrissie?" Roger addressed me from nowhere "do you know where Dominique went?"

"It's Miss. Beyrand, Mr. Taylor" Dominique herself came to answer the drummer "please, let's keep professionalism, if it's not ask too much."

John and Freddie managed not to laugh, and even Brian betrayed his best friend with a little smirk.

"I'm sorry if I somehow offended you," Roger struggled to use all his courtesy "Branson instructed us to look for you to give us the phones and contacts we needed to organize the show.!

"It was good that's why I was waiting for you," she smirked, being a smarty pants "Here's a list of numbers if you need to ask me any questions, just ask my name, but most bureaucracies is being settled with John Reid. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

She handed the list with the numbers to Freddie, although Roger tried to get it before his friend. Dominique winced as she ignored Taylor's attitude.

"Actually, there is" Roger tried again "some of these numbers are your personal phone number, Miss. Beyrand?"

"No, Mr. Taylor" I've seen her losing her temper "I've already asked you to be professional, and if you need to talk to me, you're going to call Mr. Branson, are we clear?"

Roger just smiled uneasily, there was no way he could answer anything after that.

"Thank you for your time and your help, Ms. Beyrand" Freddie spared the band more embarrassment over their drummer "have a good afternoon."

"Likewise, Mr. Mercury" she replied, and slipped out gracefully.

When we were out of the office and walking to the parking lot, I, Brian, Freddie and John laughed out loud at Roger.

"I don't know how I can handle you until now" He turned to us irritably, knowing he was the reason of the laughter.

"What did you expect? You maked the biggest fool of yourself" John pointed out.

"And look, I hate to get your ego fumigated, but I have to clap hands for Miss. Beyrand" Freddie added, putting a hand on Roger's shoulder "she has the courage."

"And she put you in your place, like no girl had done before" Brian commented, exactly what I was thinking.

"I assure you something" Roger struggled to look imposing, although his height didn't help much "I'm going to get a date with Dominique or my name isn't Roger Meddows Taylor!"

"Keep dreaming, little boy ..." John patted the drummer's shoulder before we parted.

We said goodbye with more laughter and returned home, Roger was still irritated. And I, I began to be afraid of the next love conquest he had in mind.