The Luckycharm -A Brian May fanfiction- English

Say hello to your lovely wife

"Lilibeth! What is going on?"

A male voice, that I knwo very well, suppress the kiss between Brian and me.

Brian immediately pulls away from me and I do the same, clenching my fists to contain the anger and disappointment. We both turn to the dressing room door where Umberto has stood still, he's motionless and astonished, his right hand is still tightening the steel handle.

"Uh...Umberto, what...what are you doing here?" I stutter embarrassed, answering him with another question to take time.
"I found the girls at the bar and they told me that you were here in the dressing room because you were nervous, but..." he stops, comes into the room and he closes the door behind him "... but they didn't say me you had company" he ends mischievously, looking at Brian who has become redder than myself.
"We..." he mumbles "I just came to...to wish Lilibeth good luck for the final, that's all" and he turns to the mirror.

I look at him, Brian is nervous and I don't know if he is because he feels uncomfortable or just because we have been interrupted on the best moment. Umberto reaches us in front of the make-up table, he stops in front of us and crosses his arms before continuing: "And since when you wishes good luck to a friend you with so...so intimate hugs?" he insinuates again.

Brian turns quickly to him and he stares at him for a few seconds. Did he recognize him?

"It was just a hug between friends. Nothing more" he reply.
"Well, if you say so, Mr. May"
"And I? Who am I talking to?"
"I'm Umberto, Umberto Rosati, I'm the manager of the RodaViva. Nice to meet you Mr. May"

Umberto reachs his right hand to Brian who's still staring at him, he's undecided about what to do.

"It would be the height of the strangeness if he doesn't shake his hand!" I think to myself "It's so absurd this situation. It seems to be back in the nineteenth century, when love rivals challenged each other to a duel"

But what a duel! What rivals! What love! There is none of this here, there is no love here. Umberto considers me just a toy, a toy that he doesn't want to share with anyone else and Brian ... "I don't know what I'm for Brian and maybe I'll never know" I think again.

The Queen guitarist sighs and finally he raises his left hand and shakes Umberto's one.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Rosati" he greets him politely.

A few seconds of silence, a silence full of tension, and then Umberto is the first to let him go. His eyes are narrow on Brian, they're proud to have won once again.

"I...I think I have to go back to the guys, in our dressing room" Brian says softly.

He turns to me and continues: "Lilibeth, I ... I wish you luck for the final and ... and for everything . Goodbye"

I see him clenching his fists, maybe he too would like to hug me like I would like to hug him now, but we can't. Again, we can't.

"Thanks Brian and...and good luck to you too" I say to him "Goodbye"

Brian tightens his lips, he lowers his head and slowly reaches the door. He grab the steel handle, but before he opens the door...

"Please say hello to your lovely wife, Mr. May" Umberto says to him sarcastically and Brian stops on the doorway.

Slowly he turns to us and looks around for a few seconds, in silence. I suppose he's thinking about what to reply to Umberto, but I know I can be relax, Brian is not the kind of man who loves arguing.

"You too Mr. Rosati" he suddenly replyes to him "Please say hello to your lovely wife Elena"

This time it is Umberto who remains silent. He nervously clenching the fist of his right hand, his eyes lost all the pride and arrogance of a minute ago in a flash. Brian smiles, he's pleased to have won his rival. He opens the dressing room door and leaves the room, quickly closing the door behind him.