The Luckycharm -A Brian May fanfiction- English

I forgot my belt

"Why did you lie me?" I ask her coldly, without saying her hello. Maybe it may seem rude or not very gallant to point out to a woman her misconducts, but I was really hurt by the lie she told me last night.

Lilibeth's hand stops in mid-air, with the key a few millimeters from the lock, she slowly turns to me and she replies with a shocked more than amazed face: "Brian? But ..." she hesitates, putting the key back in her pocket "What are you talking about?"
"You are not here on holiday, you're here to take part in Sanremo Festival" I explain in a whisper, I feel very embarrassed at the moment "I know it's not polite to overhear on people's speeches, but ... but I was reaching to my room and I heard your voice. I came back and inadvertently listened to what you said to your friends and ..."
"Now I understand" she interrupts me and she lowers her head without saying anything else.

Maybe I upset her, maybe I really had to do only my own business and coming back to my room because it's late. But what can I do? There is something that pushes me to this girl, though I don't know her and if I'm here now it's just to understand why she didn't want to tell me the truth. I feel so embarrassed now, I'm the only object of her annoyed and slightly-irritated gaze that makes me feel small despite my over 6 foots high.

"I'm sorry" she starts in a low voice "I should've told you the truth, there's nothing wrong with it"

She comes to me and when she reaches me raises her head: her eyes shine, but there's always something that obscures their joy.

"So, if you know there's nothing wrong with it, why did you lie me?"
"Because last night I wasn't in... well, I wasn't in the right brain-mode to start a speech, so I gave you the most comfortable answer for me. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry Brian"
"Don't worry, now we have worked it out, no? "I reply, trying to calm her, she seems really mortified "I also have... have so many days when I don't feel like talking to nobody"

"Really? Does it really happen to you too?" she asks me and she open her eyes complacently, as if only now she had finally found someone who could really understand her.
"Yes, it also happens to me too and very often. It will be...the melancholy of us artists" I comment and I smile slightly.
"Yeah, maybe this is the reason" she sighs and a slight smile prints on her face too: she is not angry with me.

"Well...now that we worked it out and, most of all, now that we have found common ground, how about to start all over again? Like we're getting to meet each other now for the first time?"
"Good idea" she agrees "I'm Lilibeth, singer and pianist of RodaViva, nice to meet you" and she holds out her hand to me.
"And I'm Brian May, Queen's guitarist, the pleasure is all mine" and I shake her hand.

She is so beautiful while her eyes stare at me brightly, they're almost shiny.

"Anyway...don't you mind if we go into my room for a moment? I absolutely have to get my belt back for my stage-costume and reach the girls, otherwise we won't get to the Ariston theater in time to get ready.

"But of course, for me it's fine"
"Are you hurry?"
"Oh no, don't worry. I have so much of that time available that I was just wondering what to do to fill it" I hope she didn't notice the slight hint of sarcasm in my tone of voice.

"Oh, good! So, we can have a chat in my room. Come in, please"

Lilibeth leaves my hand, with my big regret, she slips it into her coat pocket and takes the key to her suite again. After inserting it in the lock, she quickly turns the key twice to the right and two decisive clicks fill the silence in the corridor. She opens the door and invites me to come in before her, but I, who am always a gentleman, I tell her to precede me: "Ladies first" I whisper and I look at her so intently that she lowers her head embarrassed.