The Luckycharm -A Brian May fanfiction- English

The Prince Charming and the Wicked Witch

Without saying a word Brian gets up and he holds out his hand to help me do the same. When I too return to the upright position, his fingers linger on mine a little longer, he doesn't want to leave me and neither would I, but now I need time to think, I need to stay alone for a bit. I let go of Brian's hand and my feet plunge into the dry sand again, I resume my shoes and I go to the wooden walkway. A few seconds and Brian reaches me, holding his shoes between the index and middle fingers of his left hand and the jacket with the fingers of the other hand, leaving it dangling from the shoulder. He walks with his head down, he's worried, much more worried than when we got off here on the beach. We put on socks and shoes and we start to go backwards the descent that had led us here to the beach. I close my eyes for a few moments, walking, I stand me to the wooden railing moistened by the salt with my right hand: the sound of the waves moves further and further away from me and the breeze becomes weaker and weaker, until it disappears completely when we reach the waterfront.

There are not many people on the street strangely, maybe the people of Sanremo are glued in front of the television to enjoy the semifinal of the festival like other millions and millions of Italians. That is a good thing not just for me, but especially for Brian: he's the real star between us after all, a star sui-generis rock-star, but he's the real star.

The walk to the hotel is not very long, it's just a short and not very steep ascent that takes us from the seafront right in front of the gate of the Hotel Royal, illuminated elegantly by a long row of amber yellow lights. I'm surprised that Brian decides not to go down the avenue that leads straight to the entrance, but he walks to the park and I decide to follow him, I don't know the reason.

"Have you ever been here before?" He asks me suddenly, breaking this annoying silence.
"No, I've not been here the park before. But it's... it's really nice" I answer him, looking around.

Various kinds of palm trees, bushes of yellow roses alternate with those of fragrant rosemary, white and pink daisy, bougainvillea with a thousand shades of fuchsia stand out around us luxuriantly, a triumph of colors and scents which is what every tourist expects to find in the city of flowers. A few wooden benches have been placed here and there along the avenue, but at this hour none of the hotel guests are sitting there to enjoy some tranquility. Brian and I are alone here too, alone and silent once again. I turn to him, he has bowed his head thoughtfully again, but when he suddenly raises his head again I immediately turn to the other side, I don't want him notices that I was watching him. A slightly colder gust of sea breeze suddenly reaches us, I wrap myself more into my dark coat and Brian decides to stop to put on his jacket again.

I stop a few steps from him, bite my lips, sigh confused, I don't know what to do.

"Lilibeth I ..." I hear Brian whispering to me and so I turn: he's exactly behind me, very close to me.
"What...what's wrong Brian?"

I really don't know what to do, what to say.

"The thing I told you before" he says, his right hand rises to gently touch my face shriveled by the cold "You can't imagine what you are..."

"No! I can't believe this...you...you're Brian May of Queen!"

A not very restrained exclamation and Brian's hand quickly moves aways from my face. We turn to the direction where we heard the voice and we see a young man, he's about twenty years, he has dark hair and eyes half-covered by a showy pair of wide-rimmed eyeglasses. He has reached us, maybe just when my eyes were so intensely enchanted to admire those of Brian that neither of us noticed that this boy has approached us.

"I...well, yes, I am Brian May of Queen" Brian mutters.
"Oh, but...but it's an honor for me to meet you, I...I'm a big fan of you and your band" he continues, conspicuously embarrassed "You play the guitar divinely, you are a musical genius Brian, you're a genius"
"Thank you, I...thank you very much" Brian replies, he's more embarrassed than he is.