Through Chrissie's eyes

MIschief

Hot Space repercussion between the fans and the critics wasn't extremely positive. As much as Brian hated the album and I didn't like it that much, it didn't mean we were happy with that result. Still, the disco style had pleased some of the fans.

Out of curiosity or concern, or a mixture of the two, Brian rummaged through magazines and newspapers with stories about Queen to know what the reporters were saying about Hot Space.

One morning while I was preparing breakfast, I came across my husband surrounded by newspapers and magazines, reading a little of everything almost at the same time. Louisa and Jimmy watched him with the same curiosity, it was common for them to see their father studying, but not in that somewhat exaggerated way.

"Brian, leave all this" I said, picking up everything, but he stopped me, holding my hands gently.

"I just wanted to know if there's a chance they'd say something good about the new record" he explained, a little dismayed.

"You know this is rare, don't you?" I remembered, but being careful not to sound angry "by your face, you didn't have much success in finding what you were looking for, besides, you didn't like the album, so it is a little ironic to look for someone who liked it."

"You're right ..." he laughed, which made Louisa laugh back at him "I don't even understand myself sometimes ..."

"And I don't understand myself, but I understand you and you understand me." I smiled.

"Mom, that was confusing" Jimmy said, and I had to laugh.

"Yes, my love, the important thing is that Daddy understood." I looked at them both.

So after Brian put away all that paperwork, we finally had breakfast. He helped Louisa to eat, which was very sweet to watch, until somethin funny happened. She began to grimace and drool the oatmeal, soiling all over her bib.

"Hey, little lady, Mommy said you liked oats, what's wrong?" Brian spoke to our little girl for an explanation.

"Funny, she eats so well with me." I was holding a laugh.

To complete the scene, Louisa put a hand on her plate and threw oatmeal at her father, as if she knew he would be even more indignant. The oatmeal ran down Brian's hair and cheek. That's when I laughed, and Jimmy joined me.

"Hey, no, no, no, you won't laugh at Daddy." Brian tried to defend his dignity. "I give up, Chrissie ..."

"Oh, no, you can't give up that easyly" I urged him, and I stood up, wiping Louisa and Brian's face.

That's when I got close I heard Lou laughing again. I turned to her, finding her the most precious thing in the world.

"Mow"! she exclaimed, to our surprise "mow!"

"You called me, my princess?" I caught her in my lap, excited "that's it, it's me, Mom ..."

"Mow!" Lou said again, and I held on to not cry, which didn't work out too well.

"Oh my God, Chrissie, she's already talking ..." It was Brian's turn to be thrilled.

"Mom, Dad, Lou just spoke, you don't have to cry." Jimmy worried about our tears.

"It's because Mom and Dad are silly, Jimmy," Brian took him in his lap, "is that sometimes we cry with happiness too."

"Really?" My little one tried to understand the concept.

"Yeah" my husband nodded with conviction.

We both looked at each other, then at our children, at the conclusion that they were the most precious things of our lives.

Later we received the visit of the Taylors, as Roger and Dominique realized that we were going to their house more than they were in ours.

"I had to see how Bri was after all, you know what, right?" Roger justified his presence.

"It's serious, Brian, we were very worried" Dominique added.

"Calm down, guys, it's not for that much, it's just ... you know when you're tease right in your fatal flaw? Right where do you know they're going to hurt you? That's what happened" my husband shrugged.

"But you saw that everyone was in bad state after all" Roger replied, "hardly anyone liked the Hot Space."

"Not quite, my love" Dominique said "I liked your songs for this record."

"That's a good thing this thing did." He smiled one of his mischievous smiles.

"Roger, I like your songs, not all of them, but I like them" Mrs. Taylor impatiently "just like the one Felix inspired you to write, you didn't finished it yet, right?"

"Wow, are you working on a new song yet?" I was impressed by Taylor's commitment.

You know, I know Brian is like this, you must be used to it "Roger explained "when an idea comes out of nowhere, and you run to write, afraid you'll forget it later, but for now I just finished the chorus."

"Um, so we'll have to wait and see how it's going to be" Brian said thoughtfully, already wondering what kind of music his best friend would do.

I hoped it wasn't about cars again.

"Speaking on children, where are they?" I asked, missing the little ones around us.

"I'm surprised you lose sight of the children" Roger teased.

"It even happens with the best mothers" Dominique helped me.

So we went after the little ones. Jimmy and Felix were playing soccer while Rory shoved her little hands into the dirt, getting all dirty, making clay pies.

"Rory!" Dominique sighed, not knowing if she was frustrated or delighted.

"What?" The little girl turned, not knowing what she had done wrong.

"Leave her, Dom, where's all your talk that children have to explore space and environment?" Roger crossed his arms "that's what she's doing!"

And in that, he joined his daughter unceremoniously. Jimmy and Felix were amazed at the adult playing like a child.

"Dad, Mom's going to scold you for getting dirty" Felix advised.

"Oh yes? But I'm not going to get scolded by myself." Taylor got up, and made clay drawings on Felix's face, which he tried to escape, but he couldn't.

In the end, he ended up laughing at his father's mischief. Brian and I just stared at that funny, weird moment as I realized Dominique was losing her temper, getting an idea, and putting it into practice. She went into the house and then went back into the yard. throwing a glass of water into Roger's head. which made him chase after her after revenge. Brian blocked the entrance of the house, not wanting that no Taylor messed up the house of the Mays, which made them turn around and continue running in the street. Jimmy and Brian went to see where it was going to go, while I picked up Louisa and went to the front of the house, watching my boys gather next to the Taylors.

"You're going to have to take a shower before you leave" I announced to Roger and Dominique.

"It's okay, I did it to annoy Brian" Roger said.

"Roger ..." Brian murmured impatiently at my side.

We wait for the Taylors to clean up after their play by sitting on the steps at the entrance to the house. Meanwhile, Jimmy went into the yard and then came back, he had two yellow flowers in his hand.

"Is it for me, my love?" I asked, delighted with the gesture.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry, Mom, but it's one for Rory and another for Aunt Dom" my son explained, somewhat embarrassedly "because they came to see us with Uncle Roger and Felix."

"Oh, yes, no problem." I smiled the same way, finding it sweet my son being so considerate.

A while later we were able to talk to the adults again, though they were as playful as their children. It was good to see that Dom and Rog never lost their best side.