Through Chrissie's eyes

Team Work

We were in the studio for another recording session, and it was rare that we were all together there, Dominique and Veronica had come along with Roger and John. After we had our children and took care of other private things, it was harder to meet us in the studio, so I was happy for this surprise meeting. Robert was already about to go to school, kindergarten (as he grew up fast too), Mike was with Veronica's mother, Felix and Rory were with their nanny, just as I had left my Jimmy under the care of Gracey in that day.

"Who knows you have a girl now" said Dom "it'd be good for Rory to have a little friend."

"Yeah, I don't know," she said in a distracted tone, "or maybe it's another boy. Two boys isn't so bad, is it Veronica?"

"It has a bad side, you know." Mrs. Deacon grinned "Robert is always well behaved, but doesn't deny making a mess when Mike insists too much. I already gave up cleaning the walls ..."

"It's a work of art, my love, you can't erase it, besides, it would hurt the boys," John said nonchalantly, not caring too much of the scrawled walls in his house.

"You don't really grow up" I had to laugh at what Deaky said.

"I bet John doesn't help the kids scratch the wall." Dominique crossed her arms, giving her husband a discreet look. "Roger here helps in the mess."

"Playing drums is no mess!" Roger said "they're too small to play a real one, so we'll make some improvisation with pots and pans."

"Oh, that's fun!" I had to agree.

"Only the mess they leave behind is not fun" said Mrs. Taylor.

"And Jimmy, Chrissie?" asked John "Has he ever tried to play the Red Special?"

"Oh, it's too big for my little one hold," I said "but he admires Daddy when Brian is playing."

"Maybe Brian is jealous of his beloved guitar and doesn't even let his son play it" Roger joked.

"I'm not like that Roger, I even let you guys play once" Brian finally said something since we started talking.

"Even so, he's jealous" I had to agree "but not of Jimmy playing the Red Special."

I turned to him, a little worried. Brian was the only person in the world who got restless and quiet at the same time when he was nervous about something. He was quiet for not saying anything but restless because his hands were sweating, one foot pounding on the floor, his gaze distant, his expression closed. I watched him be this way all morning, one moment he stopped for some tea, then sat down near the drums, unable to calm down.

We exchanged a look and thought the same thing: Freddie. Delayed as usual, not expected to arrive or give satisfaction if something had happened.

"I can't do this anymore." That was what his gaze told me.

"It's his way" I looked back at him, speaking by my gaze "I don't think we have a choice, you're going to have to do what you have to do."

And then Brian took action, without waiting any longer, he started the recording session. Everyone seemed hesitant, but I was the first to volunteer to help him, even earning a reward kiss for it.

After Brian explained his idea, he showed the five of us the clapping of "We will rock you," which soon made me excited. It was right when Freddie arrived, interrupting what we were doing. As they were equally irritated, he and Brian exchanged anger, which made it very unpleasant to witness, as usual, but soon they left the quarrel to work for a little, since that was why they were there.

Recording the song was fun, Brian was gathering more and more people to have the necessary number of beats, asking anyone who he met in the way to join us. In the end, we stayed there until the final edition of the song. I was very happy to think that I had made a small contribution to record a song of Queen. And not any song.

When the new album was released, "We will rock you" was one of the most requested songs from the public, which was usually used to open the shows. And the fans did exactly what Brian had thought, which made my husband very proud of himself, and I was also proud of him.

So, when I was watching the shows, Jimmy stayed with Gracey, and now my little one was more accustomed to her. So much that he came to show the whole house to her, and that made Gracey curious about some things about us.

"Um ..." she said hesitantly after we came back after a show "if you don't mind me asking Mr. May, where did you buy your guitar? I noticed that you always come back with it, so I imagine you're a music teacher now, since you have other instruments in your house too, and I inadvertently watched the guitar, I ... not that I know how to play or anything, but I I think it's beautiful ..."

"Can I tell her, Chrissie?" He smiled excitedly at her question.

"Um ... Only about the Red Special, without the other details, please" it was embarrassing to omit that Brian was Queen's guitarist, but I didn't want Gracey to know simply for fear of how she would react.

"My guitar is unique, my dad and I made it together when I was younger" my husband explained happily "with a lot of things we found at home, because then we couldn't afford one."

"Wow, that's ... wow, really, really cool." Gracey thought the story was incredible "but, you give your lessons with it, like, you let your students use it?"

"Oh, no, Gracey." Brian was getting worried about her deductions. "I'm not a music teacher."

I looked at him, a little worried, but in the end, I gave in.

"You're not? Well, I'm sorry, look, you don't have to tell me what you're doing, I'm getting very curious" Gracey scolded herself.

"I'm a professional guitarist, I play in a band," Brian said, but chose not to tell which band.

"Of course, of course, it makes perfect sense, I never imagined you playing guitar," Gracey nodded, a little astonished, "but that's okay, I ... it's nice you have told me, well, I'm going home, Mr. May. Mrs. May, good night."

"Good night, Gracey," we answered together and watched her leave.

"Well, she'll find out eventually" I shrugged, trying not to worry so much.

"I won't tell her." Brian put a hand on my shoulder.

"Is it silly of me to worry so much about it?" I turned to Bri "it looks like I'm lying to her, but I'm not, I just don't want to tell."

"No problem at all, Chrissie," Brian shook his head. "If she finds out, we clear up the doubt, and to tell her her old teacher is a rock star is to brag, she'd find us snobbish."

"All right, then, I'll ignore this" I decided, seeing it was a very small matter.

And so I let Gracey make her own deductions.