A Piece of My Heart

Part 13: A Brush With the Brush

CLUB XENON

"Look Elton. I brought these samples of paint and we'll test them on this board and you can make your decision. Either shade, it will look fabulous." As she said that, Cynthia spread out her arms and the loaded paintbrush smacked someone in the face who had just walked behind her. 

"What the fuck?" someone growled.

"OMG! I'm so terribly sorry, let me help you"... as Cynthia turned around, "Freddie, oh no!"

"Wow Melina, purple looks good on you, a great look!" chuckled Elton.

"Fuck off, Sharon. My mustache is now purple. Holy shit!" Freddie screams and turns and sees Cynthia.

"You! That WAS you at the Ritz. I thought something was familiar. Are you taking the piss? Grabbing a cloth nearby and trying to wipe the paint from his face, Freddie says thru clenched teeth as he walked towards Cynthia, "You know, you Americans have a penchant for baseball and as they say, three strikes and you're out. Cynthia, mark my words, a third time, and no matter where we are, I will take you across my knee and I guarantee  you won't be able to sit for days. And with that, he stomped away, mumbling and cursing as only he can.

"Freddie..." she called after him. Freddie turned at the door and stared at her with a look that could freeze fire. He was fuming and conflicted at the same time.

"I don't believe it, this is how we finally meet again" Cynthia whispers. Thinking about him and dreaming about him for the past two years and I go and smack him in the face with a purple paintbrush. He will never forgive me!  Well, purple is the color of royalty, he is a queen after all. Cynthia, stop that, snap out of it, no jokes, this is serious."

Brian and Roger walked over to Cynthia and quietly ask her if she met Freddie two years ago at Harrods.

Cynthia nodded sadly as she walked away perplexed.

"Wow, this is going to be, ummm, I don't know Bri, what do you think?" Roger asks. "I mean who would have thought that they would meet again like this. What is it, Kismet?"

"I don't know mate, but she better watch her butt. No pun intended. Freddie WILL spank her if provoked, even if they were in Buckingham Palace. You know Freddie, his word is his bond."

"This will definitely be interesting to watch. It took him a bit of time to really forget about her, remember?" Roger said. "You know what Bri, I think he never forgot about her, considering the way he just acted."

Brian solemnly nodded and said, "I think you're right Rog. But, three strikes and you're out? What does that even mean? Oh wait, didn't he say she hit him in the head with a , um, um, a chocolate martini. His white Armani was ruined and he sang shirtless. So this is the second time there was a mishap between the two of them. Wow, he ran it right off his tongue, oh sure he forgot about her. Oh Lord, we're in for it now."

Cynthia stands mortified as she watches Freddie march away. Her eyes swell with water as Elton puts his arm around her shoulders and tries to comfort her, feeling her tremble.

"CL, I didn't know you and Fred had met."

"It was two years ago and we ha...."

"WAIT! CL, Cynthia Lewis, Cyn, OMG, are you the girl from Harrods?" Elton gasps.

"Yep, that's me." Obviously, Freddie had mentioned me, Cynthia thought. Wow, did he tell everyone about our night?  Was I a one-night -stand, a story, a joke, that he told friends of his sexual escapades? Is that what I meant to him? I've been pining for years and he treated it as another  "shag."  Fuck you, Freddie Mercury!"