Through Chrissie's eyes

A new job

I had a quiet night's sleep, as I hadn't had in a long time. It was as if I were literally pulling a weight off my back, more than on the back, and heavier to carry, the weight was in my heart. And now I felt light, without guilt, ready to see everything in a different way, but without forgetting the essential, that never changed. My love for the boys and how they truly were.

Brian had already woken up when I went down to the kitchen. The scent of breakfast made my stomach rumble.

"Look, if it's not the girl of my dreams who just came to brighten my day." Brian came up to me and gave me a kiss that helped me finish waking up completely. "Good morning, Mrs. May."

"Good Morning?" I hesitated, laughing, a little confused with all that exaggeration "to which I owe all this?"

"You're my wife and I love you," he gave me another kiss, "enough reason for me."

"I love you, too" I smiled.

We sat down to eat, and from what Brian told me, he would have a quiet, restful day, which he would spend at home.

"And what do you intend to do with all this free time?" I asked.

"I ... I'll try to read every book of The Chronicles of Narnia," he said thoughtfully. "I haven't read it for a while, the last I read was The Horse and His Boy on the US tour while we were on the road."

"It's my favorite one!" I reminded him.

"I know, why do you think I chose it to read?" Brian made his smart face.

"Oh, stop!" I laughed, but then I felt moved "don't stop really ... Thank you for everything, for yesterday's talk, for the good morning, for breakfast ..."

"No problem," my husband smiled. "Now that we've laughed and we're well fed, I need to tell you something serious, it's actually something I thought of today, but ... So, in my humble opinion, it's a good idea, and I would love it if you agreed, but it's up to you to decide, and I'll respect whatever you choose."

"You and your way of explaining things ..." I sighed in delight, putting a hand on my chin, ready to pay attention.

"I wanted you to be my personal assistant, as an advisor, you know?" he said, half embarrassed.

"Assistant, me?" I was puzzled at first "but ... Don't you have Paul already? I don't know if I could, I ..."

"I know, but Paul can be kinda ... invasive sometimes, you know?" Bri continued "there are things, certain things about my work that I don't totally trust in him."

"I already noticed that," I said.

"So now you, my sweet Chrissie" he appealed to the charm and I laughed "you know me very well, you know what I like and I don't like it, you would know to circumvent a situation where Paul insisted that I participate even if I didn't want to."

"Bri" I looked right at him, knowing what was his point "we talked yesterday about not having more secrets with each other, so if I can ask, tell me the real reason you offer me the job."

"Oh man, my darling, you got me ..." he laughed nervously "alright, alright, I'll be honest. I want to be close to you, protect you from everything that has made you sad, and show everyone the wonderful wife I have, right by my side."

"You can't be real ..." I almost cried again, but this time for joy "but ... what would I do? I have no training to be a rockstar's assistant, I can barely talk to strangers ..."

"But you have an incredible gift for dealing with people," my husband remarked. "You're kind, intelligent, polite, understanding, and you're one of the few people who can talk some sense on Freddie and Roger."

"I know, but still, if I meet people who ... won't be so polite to me?" I thought of that possibility.

"Do you know the steadiness of having harder students?" Brian spoke in a language that I understood very well "or the understanding with students who have the most difficulty? And the patience and perseverance to continue teaching until the student learns?"

"I know, I know." I smiled and sighed, pausing to think for a moment.

I missed Brian and the boys a lot when they were away, I somehow followed their career with the recordings and the shows, and after all, I felt that I was ready to face the spotlight and take the stance I always thought I should have. Besides, if I had any questions, you could ask Dominique, or Mr. Reid or Mr. Beach.

"So?" Brian asked, patient but curious.

"I think your teacher metaphors worked, my love," I finally conceded, "where I sign the contract, Mr. May?"

"I ... I think everything will be ready by tomorrow" he warned.

"You already have talked to Reid? Oh ... Brian Harold May ..." I laughed "you didn't even know if I would accept it."

"I figured it had an 80% chance," he shrugged, "but Chrissie, thank you."

"Thank you, Bri." I smiled back.

So I speeded up things at school and started getting ready for my new job. I loved being a teacher, but I understood that it was time to leave the profession, to be ready to face new challenges brought by the great changes in my life.

Another great change, one of the good and so unusual and impossible, that made me very happy happened to Roger. After one of the meetings with the manager and the lawyer of the band, that thanks to my new job was part of my routine, the drummer called me for a particular conversation.

"Go ahead Bri, then meet you," I warned my husband.

"See if you don't tease her, Roger" Brian laughed as he pulled away from us.

"What is it?" I asked worriedly.

"Chrissie, I can't wait any longer, I have to do something, and it can't get past today!" he said urgently.

"I hope it's not something crazy, huh?" I rebuked, already expecting the worst.

"Yeah, well, if it was me six, seven years ago, I'd think I was crazy, but I thought, and I thought so much, and that's it! It's her, and I have to do what every decent man does when that time comes.

"Boy, stop talking in code and explain to me at once what it is! I lost my patience, much curiosity and worry were inside me.

Roger sighed to return to calm, gave one of his mischievous smiles, but now he was a little happier than usual, leaned down and told in my ear what it was.

I almost fainted, I wanted to scream and jump, but I just almost killed Roger with no air in a tight hug.

"Chrissie, Chrissie, Chrissie!" He patted me so I could let him go "you can let me go now, okay?"

"I'm sorry, this is a real miracle!" I laughed "you really changed!"

"You hurt me saying that" He held up his hands. "But you're right, Mother. So, shall we put the plan into practice?"

"Only if it's now!" I agreed cheerfully, going out with Roger.

Brian looked at us confused, not liking our movement.

"I never thought I'd ask that, but what are you up to, Chrissie?" my husband asked.

"Um ... Roger asked for my help to pick a gift for Dominique" I told him part of the story "I'm going with him now, okay?"

"All right." Bri kissed me and said goodbye.

So I went to Roger's apartment to get the gift, which he had already saved for a while.