Through Chrissie's eyes

Somebody to Love

A few days later, Veronica and Bobby were released to go home and we took turns visiting the baby again because we could'ot get enough of him, he quickly became our little guy. When it came time for me and Brian to visit Bobby and his parents, we found the little one in his sleep, who had finally come to his mother's relief.

"I confess this is one of the most difficult parts" Veronica told us, sounding tired. "He does not always sleep all night, and even John can't wake up to calm him down."

"It's not my fault for having a heavy sleep" the daddy said "and he calms down a lot quicker with you."

"It's not true, John, he prefers your lap to mine most of the time" the bassist's wife countered.

"Only to be able to pull my hair" said John.

"Maybe it's Bobby's way to say it's time for Daddy to use a new haircut" Mrs. Deacon folded her arms.

"Ah, but you liked me like that when you first met me." John smiled a little.

"And I love the owner of the hair even more, not because of the hair, do you understand, Johnny?" Veronica said in the same tone.

Brian and I were following that discussion as if we were following a ping pong game, watching the ball move. He then looked at me like saying "you're never going to tell me to cut my hair, right?", In which I replied "no way, I love your curls".

"Well, then we'll decide this, we're leaving the visitors speechless" John laughed at us "we're going to be adults again for a change, since the child in the house is asleep."

"True" Veronica agreed, "so Chrissie you're now your husband's assistant, what do you think of the job?"

"A little difficult" I confessed, "but it's gratifying, because I'm seeing I can do it, you know. I didn't think I was capable for it, it's just that, I'm surprised I succeeded."

"You despise yourself too, you know that, Mrs. May?" John smiled at me "you can always find a solution in the most difficult hours, and do it without realizing it."

"Really?" I was embarrassed by the compliment "well, thank you for noticing and ... I'm glad to be able to help."

"You just have to learn to accept our help when you need to" Mrs. Deacon added "You know your escapades after the shows? I was holding on to not asking you what the rush was, but I wasn't going to pressure you, I was only going to make you even worse, so I was relieved to see you better lately, Chrissie."

"You figured it out, right?" I sighed, but I felt calm in the presence of my friends "I don't know if you ever feel that way, I think you already had, bothered by Queen's fame, or what the media talks about the band ..."

"Oh sure." John folded his arms and nodded. "But you know what, Chrissie? I don't care about any of this! Because in everyday life, who I really am, when I'm with Veronica or with you, that's what matters to me. I can't see myself as what people say. I myself can't see me as a rock star, nor do I look like that. I'm just John Deacon, the bass player, doing my job, playing with my friends because that's what I love to do. And that's how I'm dealing with all of this."

"It's what I've learned in those years, too," Brian agreed "as much as I'm still surprised at being recognized on the street, or having to autograph things people ask for, that's still the good part, the bad part, if through it hurts , you try to ignore, and when you focus on what is important, at work, whom you love, it doesn't bother you that much."

"That's true." I smiled at him, and Brian put an arm around my shoulders "we can never forget that."

"Yeah, we're still Veronica Deacon, teacher, and Chrissie May, the assistant," Veronica reaffirmed, while my heart was relieved and grateful that I wasn't the only one to be surprised at the consequences of success.

The following months were agitated by Roger and Dominique's wedding planning. He wanted something big and remarkable, but he didn't have the patience to settle all the details, since she was accustomed to the impatient way that her fiance had sometimes, plus her incredible ability to organize and improvise with unexpected accidentns, Dominique took care of everything like a professional, but also showing that she was a very excited bride and happy to be planning her own wedding.

Another thing that needed to be organized was the songs for Queen's new album, which meant that the boys struggled once more to compose. And I, as always, was delighted to admire Brian composing. This time, it seemed like he wanted to get over his own songs, or maybe it was just because he was inspired by various inspirations he had encountered in such different things as genocide, inconsequential young people, road trips and even a cute tribute to the Japaneses fans.

Recording a new album meant accompanying Queen in the studios, which was something I always liked to do, and watching them work, my memories led me back to the times when they used a studio at dawn, because it was the only time that they had, that their savings allowed them to pay. And look where we were now ... those moments filled me with pride and satisfaction.

There was one song in particular that thrilled me to see it come to life in the studio. The boys were very serious when it came to remixing the final version of a song, especially when it was a song of their own making.

Inside each one's head, they knew exactly how the music would be made, but until it got there, taking it from the plane of ideas and bringing it to the real plane, they had to go a long way, which usually caused friction here and there, but in the end, the boys could make a deal.

Watching them record the back vocals to "Somebody to Love" from so close up caused me shivers. It was amazing to hear the lyrical part of "Bohemian Rhapsody", but seeing those same live voices, even in another song, brought a different feel. Something special about Queen is that they always expressed in the extreme what they sang, and for me that's exactly what the fans liked abou them.

When Freddie sang the main part of the song, I felt the despair, the worry, the loneliness. He still didn1t fully share his feelings with us, but by the content of the song, it was as if his quest for approval was constant. And I felt that was it.

I ended up being a cry baby one more time and crying as the boys sang. I didn1t feel more like the song described, but I had felt alone before in my life, and now I felt loved. I think the tears were of gratitude for finding this love.

At the end of the session, Brian came running to see what I had.

"Is everything okay, Chrissie?" He wiped my tears with the tips of his thumbs as he held my face.

"Yes, just ..." I managed to smile "I was moved by the lyrics, I ... I found somebody to love."

"And me too, you" he gave me a hug, making me lean my head against his chest "I love you."

"I love you, Brian" I said softly, so that only he could hear.

Before the boys start calling us sweethearts and sappy, we got separated, after all, we still had work to do.