My Love, Brian May [The Last Chapter] {Completed}

The Final Chapter

A month later

"Thank you my dears! Now for one that you all know, sing with my now!" Freddie belts out into the microphone the beginning to Another One Bites The Dust.
I watch from backstage as Roger beats at his drums and Deacy plucks away in his corner. Such great memories happened in LA, this was just one more.
I bop my head to the familiar beat as Freddie and the crowd have their moment.
"You would think they would get tired of it." Michael says behind me as he too taps his foot to the catchy beat. I smile and shake my head.
"Never. This was your first song that you liked and you're not even over it." I reply, smiling pridefully at my son who was well over my height by now and was one of the most popular artists in the country and around the world.
"Yeah, I do still love it." He chuckles, wrapping his arm around me as we both bop to the beat. "Have you gotten the chance to listen to my album?" He asks allowing my eyes to roll over to meet his.
"Of course I have. One, I own it on record, cassette, and CD and two, it's all over the radio and have no choice but to." I reply sarcastically before pressing a kiss on his cheek. He cracks a pearly smile while shaking his head. 'Just like my Brian.'
"Oh mother, you always find a way to embarrass me." He chuckles just as the last note rang out and the crowds cheers filled the stadium. We both clap along as Freddie prepares himself for his Ah-ohs. I see Roger shaking his head while smiling at the beautiful sight of his old crowd tricks.
"I'm beginning to like your American accent." I compliment to Michael who was quietly replying to Freddie's calls. He looks down before smiling once again.
"Dad would call it ridiculous." He laughs, brushing his curls away from his face only to have them fall back to their original position. "He would probably hate the last name change too."
"You're probably right but guess what?" I ask, looking up to him with slightly glossy eyes. "He would still love you very much." I finish, smiling pridefully at him. He returns the smile with another kiss on my cheek before pulling me into a hug.
"He loved you the most mom. Never forget that 99 percent of his love went to you." He mumbles in my ear while Freddie was closing the show with a little speech like he usually does.
"I know dear but remember, he wanted you for as long as he could remember. You were his greatest treasure." I reply, hugging him tighter as the boys begin to leave the stage.
"Thank you Los Angeles!" Freddie calls out before walking off stage where I handed him a water. "Thank you dear." He pants before gulping down the water.
Next comes John in which I handed him a water as well until all was left was the drummer who unexpectedly plants a kiss upon my lips.
"You did amazing." I congratulate, breaking the kiss and handing him his refreshment.
"Thank you my love." He replies, happily taking the water and taking a few drinks. "Thanks for coming Michael." He says to the boy and flashing him a smile. It was still weird between the two of them ever since Roger and I remarried.
"Yeah, no problem Dad." He replies allowing the two of us to look at him surprisingly. Roger nearly spits out his water at the words.
"Did you just call me..."
"Yeah, I called you Dad. I hope you do well the rest of the tour." He says with a grin that caught my eye. He looks over at me for a split second before shooting me a wink then turning around and talking to John. "My god, I've never herd him call me that. It feels different." He mumbles only making me shake my head and place a kiss on his cheek.
"Looks like you've upgraded to a father." I reply, his smile growing bigger at my words. "C'mon, you've got to change out of your sweaty clothes or I might not ever be able to be near you again." I joke allowing himself to shake his head and dramatically rush to his dressing room.
I see Michael approach me once more with a disappointing expression on his face. "I'm sorry to spoil the night but I must catch a plane. I'll see you soon, mother." He says, pulling me into a hug and kissing the top of my head as I hug him back.
"Thank you for coming. Fly safely." I reply, waving him goodbye as he exits the stage. My face beams in happiness and pride before turning around to find the stage empty and the people abandoning their seats.
"Another great show." I say to myself before going further backstage to the dressing rooms until I found Roger's. I open the door to find him wiping his face with a makeup wipe in the mirror. His ocean eyes look up to meet mine in the reflection before smiling brightly.
"Michael left early for a flight and our limo will arrive in 30 minutes to take us back to the hotel." I inform him only getting a playful scoff in return. "What?" I chuckle approaching him as he spins around in his chair to face me.
"You came to Roger Taylor's dressing room...to say that?" He asks sarcastically as I make my way over to him and press a kiss on his lips.
     "What'd you expect?" I chuckle, twirling the slightly long strands of faded blonde around my fingers.
     "I dunno, at least another kiss?" He replies, raising his eyebrows and flashing his puppy eyes. Shaking my head and lean back down and kiss him again only this time, he kisses back.
     "There, are you happy?" I ask, gazing into his ocean eyes as I continued to play with his hair.
     "I am, are you?"
     "I think so. Although it's been 10 years, I haven't really changed as a person. Unless I have and I just don't realize it." I reply, cracking a small smile as I do so.
He takes a deep breath before responding. "Why don't we go someplace real quick. I wanna show you something." He says, getting up and sliding this dark sunglasses over his beautiful eyes.
"Where're we going?" I ask as he takes my hand and grabs his coat before leaving his dressing room.
"You'll see. John, tell Reid I'll be gone for a few hours!" He calls out to the bassist who holds a thumbs up before Roger leads me out back towards an awaiting limo.
'What d'you have planned this time Roger Taylor?'