Through Chrissie's eyes

Understanding and Patience

The girls' night had been a tremendous success among us, and even more nights came, since there was no prediction of when the boys would return, so without them, by logic, just us girls would meet. All this coaxing made us wonder what was so special about the songs on the new album and how it would look at the end of it all.

We would go meet in our homes occasionally, a little in the Deacon's apartment, then in Mary and Freddie's apartment, in Dominique's apartment, and in the usual place, the Mays household, my house.

We were watching Carry on Cleo this time when the phone rang. I got up to answer and couldn't contain my smile at the voice of my sweet astrophysicist.

"Am I disturbing you, Chrissie? I just could called you now ..." He sounded tired.

"You? Never" I answered the way he always told me when I found him busy "but tell me, how is everything there, and the boys? And the recordings?"

"Well ..." my husband laughed at my enthusiasm "we're fine, I just scratched my knee earlier playing tennis,it burned a little, but I've already taken care of it. But the boys ... Freddie was a bit upset and thoughtful, but I think it's because of the album, he has this idea of opera in his head and ... I don't think he even knows what he wants, we're experimenting. John talks a lot about the baby and Roger ..."

At that, Brian started to laugh without stopping, which confused me.

"My love, you have to tell me what it was to make me understand why you're laughing like that," I said, and Brian calmed down a bit.

"Is Dominique there?" For a moment I thought Brian was stolling "call her, she needs ..."

There was a hissing and screaming and finally a very angry Roger on the other end of the line.

"Don't do that, Chrissie!" he asked, still annoyed with Brian "I won't let Brian mock me to my girlfriend."

That way, I even thought I'd better tell Dominique the reason for all this dissension.

"Okay, so tell me what's going on because Brian won't be able to, by the way." I found a way to calm Taylor down.

"I wrote a song about a car, but it's a metaphor, they don't understand that it's not to be taken literally," Roger explained patiently.

"Okay, but what's the name of the song?" - I was curious.

"I'm in love with my car," he replied proudly.

I really tried not to laugh, but I couldn't.

"I can't believe you're doing this to me, Chrisse," Roger said irritably again. "You're a real May, you don't understand anything about metaphora like the giant poodle here."

"Hey!" I heard Brian complain in the background and I kept laughing.

The girls came to me.

"What's going to make you laugh so hard?" asked Veronica.

"Oh ..." I sighed as I stopped laughing, feeling my stomach hurt "just our boys being boys."

"Are you still there, Chrissie?" Brian returned to the phone.

"Yes, Bri, me and the girls." I looked at them.

"John and Freddie are in line to talk to Veronica and Mary, Dom will have to wait for Roger to calm down" my husband explained - so I'm going to have to say goodbye now, bye, take care, I love you, a lot!"

"I love you too Bri" I smiles. "Try not to kill each other."

"What happened?" Mary asked this time, more curious than worried.

"Um ... Just Roger being angry about a song" I said "take it, maybe Freddie tells you more, oh and Veronica, John will talk to you later."

I passed the phone to Mary and the three of us returned to the living room.

"I know, they didn't like his music, right?" Dom guessed "I confess that Rog has some problems of composition and temperament."

"And how do you deal it? In all those years, I try to count to ten when he does drama" I confessed.

"I leave him talking alone until he realizes he has no reason to be angry," Beyrand shrugged. "Or if I don't do it, I'll do the same thing, I'll just talk to him again after he calms down".

"Well, maybe in that case, they deserve a discount," Veronica suggested, "they're working under pressure and have to make an extraordinary album for the record company to be satisfied with."

"Yeah, you're right" I agreed.

Doing something under pressure, even something you loved to do, could make anyone nervous, especially when it came to four musicians so different from each other.

"Veronica?" Mary called, indicating that it was her turn to use the telephone.

Mrs. Deacon then went to talk to her husband.

"Oh, Freddie is tired in a way that I almost never see," Mary told him. "He's trying so hard that I think there's another success coming..."

"I hope so" Dominique wished "it will be the reward for staying isolated for so long."

"Yeah ..." I tried to agree but disagreed in part.

"Oh, I know that tone of voice" Austin worried about me "what is it, Chrissie?"

"Well, you know, we're girlfriends and wives of Queen members, and they're getting so famous" I tried to vent, "and ... What does that make us? Has any unpleasant situation ever happened to you? I mean, the broker who sold us this house, almost recognized Brian, and we were both embarrassed by it."

"I know what you mean," Mary replied. "Sometimes it's surreal to accompany the boys on a show, to see them being cheered, and the next day to be a simple shop attendant again.

"This is different with me" Dominique opined. "Sometimes artists and other malicious assistants find me either self-interested or proficient at dating someone from the media I met at work, but I know how it all really happened, that Roger and I love truly each other, not for our profession, but for who we are as people."

"Yeah, I feel that way too" I said as Veronica came back into the room "I mean, we know them for real, who they are more than musicians."

"And that's why they're our boys" Mrs. Deacon got the point "we got to see behind the bassist, or guitarist, or drummer, or vocalist. And we have to understand that they are Queen too. It sounded confusing, but did you understand?"

The three of us nodded.

"We just have to have understanding and patience," Mary summed up.

"Understanding and patience" I repeated, feeling a little comfort "for our love for them."

"That's it!" Dominique nodded with a smile.

The phone interrupted us again and when I answered, I saw it was Roger. I apologized to him for laughing at his song and I handed the phone to Dominique. I went back into the room trying to focus on the movie, but my thoughts went elsewhere. As long as I remembered that Brian loved me and was my dear husband, I was sure it would be all right.