The Luckycharm -A Brian May fanfiction- English

My lucky charm

"Don't say that, Brian" I reprove him "Why should something bad happen to you guys?"
"Because there are too many excesses in the rock star life, Lilibeth, too many. You still don't know what is hidden behind this glitter world and ... and I hope for you that you'll never know the dark side of the empire of rock" he concludes and lowers his head, letting his dark curls cover his face.
"You are afraid Brian, aren't you?" my question surprises him, his curls move fast allowing me to see his face again.

"I...I..." he hesitates "Yes I am" he confesses to me in a low voice, as if he were afraid of confessing it to himself too.
"But how? Brian May, the Queen guitarist who doesn't have to ask for permits, he's afraid"
"Well ..." he answers embarrassed "... yes, Brian May the guitarist of Queen is afraid"
"And ... and I'm afraid too, Brian" I confess him, looking at the sea "I'm afraid of the future of my band, I'm afraid that we'll lose the Sanremo Festival, I have many of those fears inside that you can't imagine. I look strong, but...but I'm not strong" I stop and I turn to him.

"I don't even seem strong!" he smiles at me ironically.
"But I think you're very, very sweet and ... and this is something uncommon among rock guitarists, something that does you credit" I congratulate him and maybe I did it by giving him a very particular gaze because Brian blushes suddenly.
"I...I.. thank you Lilibeth" he stutters embarrassed.

A lock of rebellious curls moves right in the center of his forehead due to the wind. Brian quickly puts it back in its place, but right now I see something shining in the glow of the moon, something I hadn't noticed before.

"Do you always wear that ring?" I ask him, pointing to the little gold ring that glitters on his right pinky.

Brian smiles and he tightens the small golden headband with his left hand.

"Well, I usually wear it all the time, from years now"
"Is it your lucky charm?"
"No, it's not a lucky charm. I don't believe in...in these things. I try to be quite rational"
"I too try to be rational, but..."
"...but?" he presses me, bringing his face closer to mine.
"But I think that those people who do a job like ours shouldn't be completely rational"
"But in fact I told you that I try to be rational and not that I can be rational" he points out, with a touch of presumptuousness that makes him even more sexy.
"Good point" I can't help but answer him.

The silence still falls between us. A more intense and colder gust of breeze makes me tremble and I wrap myself a little more in my coat to find a little warmth. When I remember that Brian is not wearing his jacket now because of me, I think worried: "Maybe he's cold" and I turn to him.

To my amazement I see that he doesn't seem to be cold but, on the contrary, he continues to gazing the sea quietly. The sea breeze makes its curls sway in the brackish air lightly, it makes them sneak under the collar of his shirt that is slightly loosened by the tight grip of his thin blue tie.

"Do you have a lucky charm instead?" he asks me suddenly, not stopping to look at the sea.
"I..." I answer him and Brian turns to me curiously.

I slightly lift the left sleeve of my coat "It's...this is it, it's my bracelet" and I shyly show it to him.

He lifts it up slightly from my wrist with his right hand, he gets close to me and tightens his eyes. He observes it carefully for a few seconds, seconds in which my heart beats wildly.

"They... they are starfish and..." he hesitates, rotating my bracelet gently "... and this is a rattle here!" he exclaims laughing.

I'm happy to see him smile, but at the same time I think that maybe this lucky charm seemes him absurd and childish to make him laugh at me. Instinctively, to defend myself, I retract my arm.