"Okay, where did you last see it?" you say, hoping that he has a sudden flash of memory.

He frowns, trying to remember. Freddie rolls his eye's. He looks at you and says, "You know, it's rare that Brian remembers anything."

Brian shot Freddie a murderous glance. "I happen to know where it is."

"Really? Where?"

Brian winks at you. "I'll show you."

Freddie clears his throat. "What about bloody me?!"

You recognize your chance. This was a monumental decision here: Freddie Mercury or Brian May? I'm not even going to let you choose. You are going with Mr. Curly. Not happy? Too bad. You turn to Freddie and try to convince him to leave.

"Erm, Freddie, you know, I do think that it'd be easier to have just Brian and I go look for his guitar..now that he's found it and all..you know..heh.."

That was lame. Whew, I can smell it's lameness from here. You really suck at that. Freddie seemed to get the general drift of what you were saying and winked at you. Wow, two members of Queen have winked at you. You rock. Freddie grinned like the little rascal he is and said, "Ah, I see. I think it would be much easier for just you two to go. I'm tired anyways." He faked a yawn. Good ole Freddie.

After he left, Brian started cleaning up the studio. What a neat freak, you think, but you help him. After you get the instruments where they should be and the papers in order, you smile the warmest, brightest smile you could manage after such a harrowing day. He smiles back and offers you his hand.

You look confused. Why is he doing that? He draws his hand back. "So sorry, forgot something." He dashed off, leaving you in a very bright studio with Queen instruments. What else were you going to do?

When Brian comes back, you had already played (ahem) We Will Rock You (the easy part) on Rogers drums and fooled around a bit with his drum sticks, trying to do that thing he does with them. Didn't work. You actually broke one. You had already played with John's bass guitar and cried laughing at yourself imatating him (he is hilarious when he gets really into it). When Brian walked in he caught you trying to sing "In the Lap of the Gods" into one of the microphones. You sheepishly stop. He has some sort of control in his hands. "Watch this," he says, as he grins like a five year old. Such cuteness.

He clicks a button and all the light go out, exception a very romantric and very complicated lighting system on the ceiling that looks like the stars, complete with Milky Way. You look at Mr. May in wonder. How'd he get time to do that? You love Astronomy! He grins at you in the soft light. "There's more." He clicks another button.

This time, soft music can be heard from hidden speakers. Your favorite Queen love song! God, this rocks. Put this on your list of nights never to be forgotten. In fact, you could die happy right now.

"Um, Brian, weren't you going to show me where your guitar was?" You ask. He looks a little too relaxed, doesn't he?

"Oh that. That was just a plan to get you alone."

You choke. Alone? He wanted you alone? You silently give thanks for the answer to your prayers. Now to play hard to get.

"Alone for what?" You smile disarmingly.

"I needed your oppinion on these decorations and this music. I'm having a person close to my heart over and I want her to be wowed. So? Is it good?"

You choke down a sob. It's not you he wanted. It was someone else. You feel the tears running down your face. You hope he can't see them. "It's....it's...wonderful!"

You couldn't help it, you broke down and cried. He took you in his arms and you cried on his shoulder. Well, his chest really, but it's Brian May we're talking about here!

"I guess they're good, huh?" he says softly. He had guessed what was wrong. You were so obvious. "I'm sorry."

You sniff and eventually stop crying. You and Brian become great friends and talk as often as possible to this day.