Through Chrissie's eyes

Win and loose

Smoke and lights filled the stage at Madison Square Garden, which I always found exaggerated, but that fascinated me every time I saw the opening of a Queen show.

I noticed that my in-laws got scared a little, too. Mrs. Ruth smiled as Sir Harold continued to grimace until he understood what was happening. Brian played his solos while Roger tried to join him. The sound of the Red Special made all members of the May family more attentive, including me. It was then that the entire opening performance, the show really began, with Freddie playing the intro of "Play the Game" on the piano. It was one of my favorites on the last record, and then without hesitation I started to sing along.

And so the presentation went on, with Freddie energetic and impulsive all the time, with a different movement every millisecond, enthusiastic Roger behind the drums, John in his corner but risking his usual dance moves, and Brian with his solos, tilting his legs occasionally, lips parted, hands at the waist in the middle of a break in the middle of the songs. Even from afar, I was charmed by everything he did and no matter how many times I saw a Queen show, I was thrilled to see them together, and the energy of their songs was always renewed, making us part of it in moments that we were there listening to their compositions.

When they played "We Will Rock You", I joined the rest of the audience, following Brian's classic beat, it was impossible not to remember when he taught me himself and the day we recorded it. My baby was also shaken at that moment, I was in the early stages of pregnancy when we recorded "We Will Rock You", and so, before he or she was born, it was already the song composed by his father that made me remember my youngest child.

Slowly, Ruth and even Harold were following their claps, whether they like it or not, what my husband had created was simply contagious. And during the guitar solo, his parents got their ears up and then their jaw dropped.

"I can't believe what he did with it ..." I heard Sir Harold mutter, I think more to himself than to anyone in particular.

I just smiled at that, glad for the little progress my father-in-law's opinion of Brian's career was making.

It was then that we heard "God Save the Queen" in the version of the boys, a sign that the show was over. At about this time, I was seated, since Jimmy had fallen asleep, with his head resting on my lap. Before I got up, Mrs. Ruth offered to pick up Jimmy, which I thanked her very much.

"Brian will come here?" asked my father-in-law, trying to disguise his own anxiety.

"We usually meet backstage" I said, glad to see that he probably wanted to compliment his son.

I led them there, and Brian, seeing me, gave me a tight hug. I knew that show hadn1t been easy for him. Immediately, he took Jimmy from his mother's lap.

"The little guy is a little heavy, Mom" Brian justified himself, trying to break the awkward silence.

!I loved the show, son!! said my mother-in-law - everything is so full of energy, and the songs are so much better live, and the Red Special! You use it until today ...!

"Oh, yes, the old lady has always been my companion." Brian smiled sheepishly.

"Old lady, proper name, I should say," said Sir Harold, reflecting.

"What did you think, Dad?" Brian asked at once, but his way of asking was like a child showing a drawing to his parents.

"It was an excellent experience" my father-in-law was restrained but not angry "it's not my kind of hobby, but it's of a lot of people, since the place was full. And look, you get the hang of it, it's not because I'm your dad that I say it, it's because you're really talented. And I understand Brian, really, why you do it, it's something that you love to do and do so well, although there are pros and cons, I still don't think Chrissie and Jimmy following you around is good, but it would be worse if they stayed at home when you're away. Besides, this girl was all excited watching you play, sign that she loves you, and that's the most important thing, isn't it?"

"Yeah, yeah," Brian was crying out loud. "I love being a guitarist, but first and foremost, I'm Chrissie's husband and Jimmy's father and of our youngest child who we didn't choose a name yet, and nothing comes in front of it. But thank you Dad, for understanding me."

Sir Harold managed to do the rare feat of smiling, and hugged Brian. We didn't have to say anything else, everyone knew what they felt, just looking at Brian I felt his relief.

We soon returned home, Brian's parents came before us, and after we boarded them, Bri began to laugh.

"What is it?" I had to ask.

"My father approved of me! My father approved of me!" It was the only thing he could say.

"Because you deserve it." I kissed him right away, also celebrating what he had achieved.

Back in England, with its wet and cold weather, and closer and closer to my baby's arrival, we joined the Deacons at their house to celebrate the arrival of yet another member of their family. Soon we began to wish that Veronica's baby was a girl, who would join the group of children. The night we were at John's house, Robert, Jimmy, Michael, Felix and Rory were relatively well behaved, until another rarity happened.

Freddie, who always avoided the children, now helped them ride the train tracks around the house. Soon I understood why he was there with the little ones. He was the only one who didn't have a wife or children, left only with the role of the cool uncle. It hurt me to think about it, but at least he was fine tonight. However, he had hidden something from us that would become a bomb in the middle of Queen.