Dreamer's Ball - (Brian May FanFiction)

Chapter 1: A Good Surprise.

February 8th, 1974.

"Are you waiting for anyone? May I sit here?" A tall, handsome man with long curly hair asks me as I sat in the restaurant, patiently waiting for my date to arrive.

He looks quite familiar, though I can't remember where I've seen him.

"Yeah, you can sit here," I responded, knowing that my date wouldn't arrive. Why not let this man sit here?

"Thank you so much." He replied, pulling the chair out elegantly and sitting on it. "So, were you waiting for anyone?" He asked.

"Uhh, yes, actually," I decided to tell him my situation. What's the harm? I'm probably never gonna see him again.

"Who, if I may ask?"

"My friend set up this blind date and I was waiting for the guy, but he didn't come. So... yeah." I tell him, taking a sip of the drink I ordered while waiting.

"What a coincidence... My friend Freddie set me up with this girl but she didn't come too," He smiled shyly at me, his hazel eyes twinkling in the light of the restaurant.

"Sorry about your date."

"Oh, it's no problem. I'm sorry about yours too." I smile back, tapping my thighs, trying to make a rhythm to fill in the awkward silence.

"Brian," He says, breaking the ice and causing me to stop my drumming. He extends his hand to me for me to shake.

"Brian May."

"Y/N," I say, looking at his hand. His hand was veiny and large, his fingers calloused.

Maybe he's a guitarist.

I shake his hand. It's softer than I expect. Way softer.

"Y/N Beckett."

"You have a beautiful name," He comments, ending the handshake.

"You too." I respond, blushing at the simple comment.

I was just about to ask Brian if he went to Imperial before he interrupted me.

"How long have you been waiting?" He asks.

"Oh, well... about t-two hours I think." I answer shyly.

What kind of idiot would wait two fucking hours to have a lousy date with a man she'd never met, nor heard about, just to be stood up?

Y/N, Y/N Beckett.

"Two hours? I've been waiting two as well." He smiles, trying to make me feel better about the fact that I'm a complete and utter idiot.

"That's strange... I thought I would've seen you. You're very unique looking, you know?" I say, meaning it as a compliment though I don't think he understood me fully.

"Oh. Uh, well I think I'm going to head home, if that's alright with you. Have a nice night, Ms Beckett," He says, asking the waiter for the cheque.

"No, no, please stay..." I begin, waving the waiter away.

"I'm sorry if that sounded rude. It really was meant to be a compliment, Brian. You're very good looking. Very."

"I was just saying you don't look like other guys around here in the sense that none of the other guys here are attractive, if that makes any sense at all," I rant.

"I'm out of sorts today and my words haven't been connecting and the tone in which I say them doesn't match what I truly mean."

"I'm sorry if what I said sounded like I was implying that you're unattractive in any way. You're not. You're actually the opposite of unattractive."