The Luckycharm -A Brian May fanfiction- English

I hope to see you soon

"Thanks for your trust" Lilibeth replies, raising her head again.

The silence falls between us again. Maybe I really overdid it. I've been too brazen, too much, and it's not me. But I wanted to tell her those things and plus a compliment is always pleased to woman, as the old Harold May always says to me. Who knows, maybe Lilibeth is not angry with me, maybe she's simply embarrassed because she didn't expect that I made her a compliment after less than twenty-four hours that we met each other. This thought gives me courage, so I speak to her again: "So...so you watch Sanremo Festival on tv since when you were a child" I say her and look at her, waiting for an answer.

"Yes, I see it since I was a child" she replies and places a lock of hair behind her ear, now I can admire her beautiful face better than before "I grew up with Sanremo Festival. I've always watched it, always, but not just because in Italy it's a musical institution, no. I've always watched it because I've always dreamed to participate in it and now...for me it's a wonderful emotion to be here, though..."
"...though you can't sleep at night because you're upset" I go on, I think I figured out her very well now.
"Yes, it's true, it's an emotion so great which is anxiety at the same time. Anxiety not to be up to all this, though we performe in playback. You can't imagine how many times I dreamed to perform on the Ariston stage, with a beautiful evening dress..."
"Well... you Italians are masters in fashion"
"But you Englishmen look elegant too, from what I see" she comments, watching me carefully.

A blue suit, a white shirt, a blue tie and, above all, white shoes that are very uncomfortable for me who always wear clogs. I know very well that this is not a rock star's outfit at all, but...

"You know how it is, they told us explicitly we had to dress in an elegant way and...and I, Roger and John have been the most obedient" I explain "Freddie always have to have his own way, lately even more than the past, but...but this is another story" I stop, this is not the time to talk about the private business of the band.

"Anyway, let's forget about Freddie" I go on, it's better to change the subject "Are you and your bandmate alone here in Sanremo?"
"Yes we are, only our manager it's here with us because our record company wanted it that way. We are with EMI record company"
"Oh, we're with EMI too, it's not so bad" I comment "No boyfriends, parents, friends..."

"No, nobody. We've preferred to come alone and ... I can say you that my mother is not so happy about my musical career" she replies and a veil of sadness falls on her face, on her eyes that are beautiful though they're too melancholic "She would like me to do another work and I did another work in the past: I graduated at high-school with top marks, I started working as a secretary in a office, but ... but I missed the music. I couldn't confine it to a simple hobby, no, I felt that it was my way" she concludes, and her big dark eyes stare at me so hard that I shiver.
"I understand you. This happened to me too, with my father. He would have wanted me to become a university professor, I started my doctorate too after my graduation, I was about to finish it, but ... but like you said, the music ... music was also my only way"

"And now? Now that you're the guitarist of one of the most famous rock band in the world, what does your father think about you?"
"He and I made peace eight years ago and ... and yesterday he told me on the phone that he and mom would watch to the pay-TV to see our performance on the Ariston stage tonight. You know, in England we don't have a musical event as important as Sanremo Festival here in Italy"
"It's beautiful, I'm glad about it" she replies, smiling at me, but hers is bitter smile "I don't think my mother watched me on TV last night. I think she won't do it neither tonight and tomorrow for our final performance"

"Oh no. Why do you say that?" I try to console her again, but this time I abstain myself from caressing her again, though I would do it "If my daughter participated in an important competition I would watch her and I would cheer her on, though in my heart I didn't completely accept her choice, because... because she's still my daughter"
"So you ... you have children, Brian"
"Yes, I have two: a son and a daughter"
"Oh...ok" she says in a very low voice, but not enough not to let me hear her words "And...how is? How is being a dad, I mean"
"I'm very little at home, unfortunately, but it's beautiful, very beautiful. It fills my heart to see that you've given birth to something so... unique"

Lilibeth doesn't answer me, she sighs and turns to her right, toward the nightstand. Who knows what she is thinking about now.

"I think for me it's time to go" she says, getting up from the chair "It's half past three and the girls and I have to perform at five o'clock. I'll place these things in the wardrobe tonight, when I'll come back from the theatre"

I turn to the nightstand and I see the little alarm clock: fifteen minutes have passed and I have not really realized it!

"Yes Lilibeth, you're right, it's late for you" I agree with her and I get up too "I too have to go to my room to get ready, we have to performer at six o'clock"
"Yes, I remember that, you told me before. So... you have more time than me"
"Oh..." I just have a quarter of an hour to take a shower, settle me down and get dressed, but I can do it – Yes...I have more time than you" I conclude sarcastically.

Lilibeth smiles at me and she reaches the nightstand again, she takes the cloth belt and turns to me "Shall we go?" She asks me.

"Of course, let's go" and we reach the entrance in the same time.

She opens the door, goes out from the room and I go out too. Lilibeth closes the door with the key and slips it into the coat pocket, leaving the bordeaux tassel of the key ring dangling outwards.

"I think that... that you risk losing the key in this way" I tell her, in this moment I seem her father and not one of her suitor.
"Yes, you're right, but in this way it's sure that I won't bring the key with me to the Ariston theatre and I'll give it to the receptionist" she explains to me and she starts to walk to the elevator.

I follow her in silence, but Lilibeth stops when we reach the intersection that leads to my room. I stop too, I turn around and see her looking at me perplexed, I think I know what she's trying to tell me.

"No, I'll walk you to the elevator and then I'll go to my room" I tell her and gently put my hand on her back "I do...I'm glad to do it"

Lilibeth smiles at me, she starts walking again and I continue to follow her. Out of the corner of my eye I look at her, she's thoughtful, who knows maybe she's just worried about the performance. She suddenly rubs his nose vigorously, the dust of the moquette must really give her a tremendous annoyance, it annoys even me. We reach the elevator and Lilibeth presses the button to reserve it, the keypad lights up on the number four of a very clear lemon yellow.

"Oh, it's on the fourth floor, it will come very soon" she says.
"Yes, it will come ... immediately" I reply, a slight hint of sadness in my words.

Whenever you would like the elevator to arrive immediately at your floor it doesn't arrive, when instead you would like it to be at the opposite end...

Tin ...

... is closer to you than your own shadow. The doors open and Lilibeth sighs. She comes into the elevator and she turns back to me immediately.

"I hope... I hope to see you soon, Brian" she just tells me.

She presses the 0 button on the control panel, I only have a few seconds to say her goodbye before the elevator starts to go down to the lobby and it takes Lilibeth away from me once again. I hate time, I hate time everytime I can't manage it, everytime I can't control it how I wish.

"I too Lilibeth ... I too hope to see you soon" I can only answer her before seeing her slowly disappear behind the cold metal doors.