Through Chrissie's eyes

Fixing some things

Before the year was over, Brian insisted that we go watch Star Wars, no one knew for sure what it was, only to deduce that it was about some space war, ships and, well, basically that.

I liked science fiction (I still read Jules Verne whenever I could), but not really knowing what the movie was about, it honestly didn't make me expect something in particular.

"We have to see, we really have!" insisted my husband with the excitement of a child "critics are predicting that it will be the biggest success of the year, and that may even be a new cultural phenomenon!"

"Okay, okay." I was a bit scared by those predictions "but we can't take Jimmy, he's too young to go to the movies."

"Um... do you think John and Veronica would take care of him for one night?" Brian now had hesitated in excitement, afraid of my answer.

"I don't want to give work to our friends," I pondered, but I noticed something in my behavior. "Sorry, I'm being very dull, it's looks like I don't like going to the movies, I'm just worried about Jimmy."

"I know, me too, why do you think I'd rather leave him with the Deacons instead of Roger or Freddie?" Brian joked.

"Look, Bri, let's do this" I've imposed my terms "if Veronica and John agree to take care of Jimmy, we'll go, okay?"

"It's a deal" he smiled, but then he gave me a spontaneous hug "thank you, thank you, I love you!"

"Me too," I laughed and just enjoyed appreciating his joy.

Of course the Deacons agreed to take care of Jimmy, and before I said goodbye to my little boy, he was already entertained with Robert, who had called him to play. It hurt a little to let him and even more he didn't even look to me when I left, but Jimmy was growing up. I knew that I couldn't always be present in all his moments, however how much I wanted to.

"He'll be all right," Brian reminded me, "it's only three hours that we're going to stay away from him."

"So, for this very reason, it's a long time." My voice came out more squeaky than I wanted, I knew I was making a fuss for nothing.

"Oh, my Chrissie ..." Brian laughed, pulling me closer to him "I'm glad you never changed."

I held him, comforted by the compliment. So when we got to the movies, we found ourselves facing a considerable line. Surprisingly, no one recognized Brian, maybe there were just sci-fi fans there. I confess that it was thrilling to sit in front of the big screen, it had been a long time since I'd done this. And even having no expectations about Star Wars, I got out of there as excited as Brian.

The soundtrack left me glazed, I concentrated not to lose any word of the sign, to understand the whole context, princess Leia could be aggressive, but she spoke with courage enough to face the dark Darth Vader, that gave me shivers in the spine. I was so sorry for Luke, I was sad when Obi-Wan died and I wanted to pull Han's ear and have a lightsaber.

"So it was worth it, after all?" my husband wanted to know when we left the theater.

"So worthy it, thanks for insisting in me coming, I loved it!" I said excitedly "now all we need to do is catch Jimmy so I can be satisfied."

"Of course, I miss my little guy too" he confessed, knowing he was worried about me.

So that's how we spent the first time away from Jimmy, even if it was only for three hours. But he was always with me at work, my son had gotten used to that routine without ever giving me a hard work at wrong hours.

What was on the agenda now was where Queen's next album would be recorded. John Reid had proposed the boys to go to France, since it would reduce some expenses with distribution and copyrights and taxes. Before anyone argued, Roger and I exchanged a meaningful look. It wasn't far from the time to Dominique to have their baby, which meant he wouldn't leave London for anything.

"Can't we postpone the recording?" "Roger asked the question,"you know my son is going to be born soon, I can't leave my wife here, much less travel with her under these conditions. "

"We know Roger, but we also have timelines," Reid mused, "but I'll see what I can do."

"She knew about your busy schedule, she should have understood you, or not even married you, but she couldn't resist marrying a famous artist, you know what for-" Paul had to open that dirty mouth.

Roger got up on time as well as I hoped he would. Whether or not that comment offended me, even though I had dated Brian before fame, I married him when Queen already existed and we also had a son together, the same situation Roger and Dominique were now.

"Shut your mouth, Prenter!" Taylor hit the table, completely angry "my wife is not a gold digger, and I have a duty to take care of my family, and that's what I'm going to do, whether you want it or not, you have nothing to do with it, and I I owe you nothing, so stay out of this!"

"I only brought the facts" Paul tried to justify himself "family or not, the album has to be recorded, it's the band's work."

Roger threatened to get up, but Deaky held him, just shaking his head. I didn't know how John could be so calm, he also had his family, and O was sure that he was offended too. Brian and Freddie seemed not to know how to react, they just fell silent. Faced with all that friction, I tried to improve the situation.

"Sr. Reid" I cleared my throat, catching everyone's attention "what if the band worked on the new songs right here? I mean, work on a demo version of the songs, and then just record the final version in the studio in Paris? We would make time in France."

"It's not a bad idea, Mrs. May" Reid smiled at me, I could tell he was grateful that I had managed the situation "we can work like that, and after little Taylor is born we can talk about Paris again, okay, boys?"

The four members of the Queen agreed, and after the decision was made, there was nothing Paul could do to make them go back.

Even with all the care of daddy Roger to be present in the last stages of Dominique's gestation, his young son came at an unusual time, just as his father was in most of the time. We were at a Queen show at a theater in London when I saw a trainee running to our stateroom.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but they called in the front desk, and it was very urgent," she said to me " A Mrs. Taylor, asking to tell that she went into labor for Mrs. May, it's you, isn1t it?"

"Yes, it's me, thank you for telling me" I thanked her, trying not to panic.

The young lady returned to her post, and I didn't know what to do in that first moment of shock.

"John, Jim, Dominique's baby is coming now!" I turned to the two, then left to put my desperate plan into practice.

I got out there, using the emergency exits, sneaking up here and there, until I got close to the stage assistants. I passed the message forward, I hoped the news would reach Roger. I saw that the person in charge of telling the drummer had the good sense to wait for the music they played to end.

Roger jumped up and I saw that he understood. He gestured like crazy for Freddie, John, and Brian to come. He said something to them, which made the boys startle and then played God Save the Queen. They ended the show so Roger could leave.

They didn't take long time in backstage, and so, in the middle of that rush, we went to meet baby Taylor.