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anerdquemoraaolado · 4 years

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Through Chrissie’s eyes

By the end of the show

Without understanding anything other than that the show was about to begin, I took my place in the middle of the audience. It even had a kind of cabin reserved for us, but I, Mary and Veronica, prefer to leave this regalia aside, feeling guilty for being treated with such privilege. Maybe I should start getting used to it, I don't know if I could someday, but at the moment, I wanted to be just another Queen fan, enjoying the talent not only of the newest artists of the moment, but first of all, they were my boyfriend and my friends, my family.

They performed all the songs on the album pretty much in a different order from the one on the album. I was wrong to think that I wouldn't focus on the show, with Freddie in front of everything, no show was predictable, and he always had a remarkable way to interpret the songs, he not only sang, he felt them, in a high intensity. It wasn't that Bri, Deaky and Rog didn't either, they did it in their own way, Roger in the drums solos and how he blinked and made faces to his band mates in the middle of the performance, Brian in the Red Special solos, the way he also walked to here and there when he played, John's peculiar way of dancing to each song, without ever losing his rhythm. And when they played my favorite songs, instead of closing my eyes and humming, I sang a little louder than I had the courage most of the time. At that particular moment, I felt at home, the music transported me to something familiar and comforting.

It was then that I realized that they had already sung all the songs and that there was no more. The boys exchanged glances with each other, I couldn't imagine what they were thinking by looking at them from a distance. I thought they would thank you and close the show. Freddie, John, and Roger gathered around Brian, and that sense of mistrust of seeing them that way on backstage came back to me with full force. I continued to pay attention to them, totally suspicious and alert, the three of them patted my boyfriend on the shoulders.

"It has been an honor to be here with you today, on this great night," Freddie turned to the audience, "thank you for coming and if you like, don't forget to buy our disc. Anyway, I will stop doing self-advertisement, because there is something very special that our friend Brian, brilliant and hairy guitarist wants to do and that is why I will give him the floor."

Palms followed as soon as Freddie had finished speaking, and he gestured for Brian to speak. Now I was confused... What was he going to do? Special thanks to someone, perhaps? A tribute to some professor of his who was present? He sighed in the microphone of his pedestal that echoed through the speakers, and I focused again on him.

"First, I want to wish everyone a good night, and my personal thanks to each one of you, that's truly incredible ..." Brian paused, he was a great speaker when he needed to be "um ... I know many of you guys aren't understanding what's going on, but ... (He was right, I didn't understand nothing at all) these three convinced me to do this ... (Oh it was all Deaky, Freddie and Roger's fault) and then I finally agreed. So without further ado, I'd like to kindly ask my beautiful, sweet lady Christine Mullen to come here."

Oh my God! Had I heard it right? Was Brian calling me up on stage in front of all the people? So his great special thanks was for me? I thought I was going to faint.

"Calm down, Chrissie, take a deep breath," Veronica advised, beside me.

"Go up there now!" thought my little daring side, "Don't let him wait, nor let him look like a fool in front of everybody."

"Go on, Chrissie," said Mary, "it'll be all right."

I took a deep breath, when I looked at Brian, he still hadn't seen me, he was looking for me in the crowd, with that look that always made me embarrassed and happy. I approached as I could, some people were opening the way to let me pass, and then he saw me, running to help me up the stairs. Brian put an arm around my shoulders, as if shielding me from everyone's eyes. He knew full well of my shame. I stared angryly at the boys, but I couldn't keep it for long. Brian turned to me, breathing a little out of breath.

"Sorry for that, Chrissie, I really didn't want to expose you like this, but you know, I agreed with them for the good of the band, so we don't split up right now that everything is going well," he explained, losing the nervousness.

"Alright" I ended up conforming myself to the whole situation "I forgive you, I'm already here."

"All right." Bri took a deep breath and took my hands, his hands were sweaty.

Then the boys and the audience watched us, their expectation for what was to happen was almost palpable.

"Chrissie, I-" Brian focused on me "you're so special to me! I know I say this a lot, but it's because it's true, you're just like I thought I wanted my ideal girlfriend, you think like me, you understand me, and every day you make me sure you love me, and I... How I Love You! I admire you, exactly for being who you are, as you are, they way you are. You're not just my ideal girlfriend, you have everything to be my ideal wife."

That's when I kept myself from freaking out. Oh Jesus! That was it? I felt tears streaming down my face.

"Christine Mullen." Brian knelt down and pulled a ring out of his pants pocket. "Will you marry me?"

I couldn't stop crying, I had to wait a moment to calm down, to be able to process all that. My Brian, awkward but talented, who was a genius, but had a huge heart, who considered me the most precious person in the world, wanted to marry me. Me, I never thought I'd get a good boyfriend, let alone a husband. And Bri was there, proposing to me in front of everybody. He was the one I loved, with whom I kind of started a life together. Marriage would be another step, a big step, to continue sharing our life with each other.

The applause and shouts of the audience brought me back to the present moment.

"Yes Yes!" I laughed and cried at the same time - "I will, I will!"

As I reached out my hand, I saw how much I was shaking. He put the ring on my finger and stood up. Brian gave me a hug to get me off the floor, which clearly meant "now we're going to be together forever."

When he released me, we looked at each other for a moment as we laughed, neither me or him believed in what had just happened.

"May I?" he asked me softly.

"Yeah" I said, ignoring the shame and the audience.

We kissed in front of everyone, which drew sighs from everyone down there and from the boys.

"Then that's it, people!" Freddie went back to talking to the audience "We appreciate your attention and encouragement during the show, and I hope you enjoyed the romance demonstration here, provided by our guitarist and his beautiful fiancee!"

It was then that the public reacted in such a spontaneous and lively way that O didn't believe that it was all because of us. They applauded standing up, with cheers and whistles.

"Thank you Imperial College!" Freddie said one last time and we stepped off the stage.

Brian had not left my side until now, and I was still in the clouds thinking that I would officially be Mrs. May.

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musikfurfreiheit · 5 years

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March of Mephisto

This fanfiction wasn’t written by me, but by a writer who uses the name Fire in the Night. The person asked me to post it on my blog, but all credits go out to her.

Enjoy!

Kamelot, US-tour 2007 Alissa couldn't help herself. Standing on a pedestal, Alissa was jumping to the beat of the music, Thomas and Roy next to her. When Kamelot had offered her to accompany them, she had had no idea who the backing band would be. Roy had only told her they'd be a relatively young band, smiliar to her own, the Agonist. Melodic Metal, Gwen had supplemented. They were known for Within Temptation's former member Martijn Westerholt. Delain. Curiously, Alissa had bought the first album of the band. The first few seconds of the disc had been significant enough. Delain had won a new fan. The singer's voice had captured her in a way few voices ever did. The slightly dramatic style, which became an identifying feature of Delain, had made sure she wouldn't forget any of the lyrics. Now, seeing the band live, she was drowning in the ambience. She felt like she was caught in a trance, allowing her to forget that the main band was not performing yet. While Delain performed Pristine, Roy laid his hand on Alissa's shoulder, signaling her to follow him. The other band members had already left, getting ready to perform. "You coming?!" Nodding, Alissa turned away from Delain, risking one last glance at the singer. Interesting indeed ... Sighing happily, Charlotte sat next to Rob, a bottle of water in her hands. Martijn and Ronald, each drowning a bottle of beer, were talking to Sander, who was busy putting his drumsticks away. "In the mood to accompany us?" "We're allowed in the galleries, right?" "Yep, no one else is up there, except the camera team." "Rob, Charlotte, what about you? Are you gonna join us?" "Of course!" Still intoxicated from being on stage, Charlotte bounced off the chair. "Kamelot are amazing! I don't wanna miss their show!" Ronald checked his watch. "The stage managers should be finished with their work soon. If we hurry, we won't even miss the intro!" "It'll be cool to see their new line-up", Sander reckoned. Together, they left the backstage area. The employees showed them where to roam without being part of the pictures they'd shoot. Charlotte stood in front of the railing, looking down to the crowd. "There he is!" Roy appeared, taking his place between Glenn and Thomas. Behind them were Oliver (keyboard) and Casey (drums). That was the line-up Charlotte expected. What she didn't expect, however, was the woman following suite. Distracted, Charlotte examined the newcomer. The woman had long, blue hair with green standouts. The corset she wore was black, matching her ripped jeans. The black arm gauntlets, filigran as nets, highlighted her bright skin. Her whole appearance practically screamed PROVOCATEUR. As soon as the crowd saw her, the cheering got intense. "Wailing your sorrow Is only my way to comfort you" Her angelic voice lit up the entire hall - "REMINDERS OF INNOCENT YOUTH" Startled, Charlotte did a double-take to make sure the growl came from the blue-haired woman and blinked. Before she could comprehend what had happened, the guest singer switched back to clean vocals, toying with Roy. "Waiting for morrow you're lonely I name your solitude I SPEAKETH THE TRUTH" A growl ripped through the woman's throat, transforming her into a demon. Within two seconds, the threatening manner vanished; the singer leaned into Roy. "Now tell me all about your pain Down to the detail Don't say it's love Your fragile heart feeds my contempt" During "Don't say it's love", the blue-haired singer chimed in, distancing herself from Roy, who'd briefly stroked her shoulders. During the last stanza, the woman smirked at the crowd and Charlotte felt butterflies dancing in her stomach. Sure, she was familiar with girl-crushes, but the last she'd had was Sharon (about three years ago). "Wailing your sorrow Is only my way to comfort you REMINDERS OF INNOCENT YOUTH" How the blue-haired singer could switch from clean vocals to growling without ripping her vocal chords was a mystery Charlotte had yet to unriddle. "Waiting for morrow you're lonely I name your solitude I SPEAKETH THE TRUTH" "TRUTH" came and the woman did half a headbang, the hand with the microphone in the air. "HOI! HOI! HOI!“ As if they were one, the crowd was cheering with the blue-haired singer, who seemed to carry the people's enthusiasm. Roy, kneeling between the speakers, got ready for the next verses. "HOI - HOI - HOI - HOI - HOI - HOI - HOI - HOI - HOI!“ "Chase the heathen call We belong... you and I Unison in all you deny" The woman got closer to Roy, offered him a hand. Slowly, she got lower, taking Roy's hand, letting him lift her instead while he stayed on the ground. Just as the refrain started, Roy stood too. He sneaked around the blue-haired woman who turned into the demon once more. The more the song progressed, the more the singer teased Roy, dancing in and out of his reach, being faithful to the demon appearance she was supposed to pull off. The crowd went crazy, yelling and jumping, cheering for the guest artist. "Waiting for morrow you're lonely I name your solitude I SPEAKETH THE TRUTH I am the thorn in your side That seeks accomplishment REMINDING THE MORTAL OF DEATH I am the spore of your pride An angel heavensent The master of all I AM THE URGE OF THE FLESH " "HOI - HOI - HOI - HOI - HOI - HOI - HOI - HOI - HOI - HOI!“ Fisits rose, supporting the woman who had much more stage control than Roy. The woman started headbanging again. The tension rose, men screamed. Charlotte was certain the walls shivered. The music went silent and the crowd continued cheering, some fans giving a flag with something written on it to the blue-haired singer. "Thank you!" Devil's horn ready, the woman took the flag and placed it behind a speaker. Roy waited for her to put it away. Once she resumed position, the drummer started playing. March of Mephisto followed This Pain, Moonlight, The Black Halo, Nothing ever dies, Memento Mori, Interlude I, II & III, Abandoned, Serenade and The Haunting (Somewhere in Time). Charlotte, who originally wanted to watch Roy, noticed that she couldn't convince her eyes to take themselves off the woman. She was fascinating, capturing her attention in a way she couldn't explain. Growling and clean vocals, whispering and bright opera notes, this woman seemed to be capable of anything. The point was proven when she sang along to The Haunting without making a single tonal mistake. After they finished the setlist, the singer leaned into the guitarist. The crowd was clapping. Laughing, the band members bowed and left the stage. Charlotte stared, completely overwhelmed. A hand on her shoulder ripped her out of her trance; Ronald, Rob and Sanders were nowhere to be seen. Martijn squinted his eyes at her. "Sorry, what?" "Should we go back?" Reluctant, Charlotte turned away from the railing. Lost in thoughts, she followed Martijn, blue hair dancing in front of her eyes. She really should find out who Kamelot's guest artist was and which band she belonged to. Maybe she'd even buy an album. Or two. As it turned out, Charlotte didn't have to do her research. Roy, who was embarrassed that the band members of Delain haven't had time to be introduced to their guest artist before the show started, introduced them to the blue-haired singer. Kamelot's guest artist, whose agreement to tour with them had been of short notice, was Alissa White-Gluz, the singer of a Canadian Metalcore/Melodic Death Metal band. Alissa was to bunk with Delain. Martijn didn't look surprised. Charlotte, who had been busy studying in Utrecht and hence had been excluded from the planning process, seemed to be the only one who wasn't aware of the sleeping arrangements. "Soooo", Ronald showed Alissa around the bus, "that's our kitchen. Roy took your stuff and put it away. Here we have a TV - that's the eating area ..." Charlotte, who wanted to grab a book, followed Ronald as he led Alissa towards the sleeping area. "There's the bathroom - on the left we'd have a shower but as you can see, we used it as storage space. - There are the bunk beds. Kinda like being in the marine, right?" Alissa agreed. Charlotte, searching her book in the depths of her bunk bed, was looking through her bags. "The bed over there's yours. Make yourself at home. If you continue ahead, there's the lounge. I'll play beer pong with the guys. If you want to, you can join us." "No thanks. Alcohol isn't really my thing", Alissa declined, throwing her bag on the bed. Ronald nodded. "We'll drive the whole night. Tomorrow, we'll be in Chicago. Just try to not miss any sound checks", he advised. "Wouldn't dream of it", Alissa said. Ronald left. Charlotte heard how Alissa organized her stuff. Grabbing Goethe's Fist, she sat in the lounge and read. After a while, Alissa joined her, a bottle of soy milk in her hands. "You're a vegetarian?" Alissa looked at her; it looked like she was trying to decipher which eye color Charlotte had. "Vegan", she said. "And straight edge." "That's the hardcore punk way of living, right? No drugs, no alcohol?" "Not exclusively, for some it means no caffeine and responsible sex as well", Alissa said. "Most are vegetarian or vegan, too." "Being a vegetarian is pretty easy", Charlotte said. "Being vegan is hard though, isn't it? Especially while traveling...." "Nah, you get used to it", Alissa shrugged. "You simply have to know what your body needs." Charlotte put down her book. "Sounds easy enough. Ever since I went veggie, I keep noticing products I never noticed before. Some even jump at me! Have you seen the veggie stuff in the refrigerator? I didn't buy any of them. They just appeared." Alissa grinned. "Delivery service named Ronald?" "More like Martijn", Charlotte said. "Nice." "Hmm." Alissa glanced at the book sitting in Charlotte's lap. "I'm distracting you, am I not?" "What?" Charlotte blinked. "No, that's okay. I'm nearly finished, anyway." "What are you reading?" Charlotte took the book and showed the cover to Alissa. "Goethe's Fist. Did you know Kamelot's album is based on this story?" Alissa nodded. Her lip piercing glittered in the dimmed light. "That's the story of the man who sells his soul to the devil to save himself from boredom, isn't it?" "That's the main plot, yeah", Charlotte agreed. "The book's about the consequences his actions have and how it influences the people around him." "For example?" "There are a lot of examples .... The main character ends up seducing a woman called Gretchen. She gets pregnant and the main character wants to save her with the help of the devil since she is to be executed because people back then were dickheads." Charlotte expected Alissa to drop the conversation after the short summary. Instead, Alissa kept asking her about the plot, about Gretchen and the main character, the devil and the townspeople. Somehow, they ended up talking about the nature of evil and the church. Alissa, outspoken Atheist, listened to what Charlotte had to say in regards of singing for the choir and going to church. "I don't go often", Charlotte concluded, "but I have good memories of it." Alissa nodded. Quietly, they listened to the faint cheering of the guys. "How old are you?", Charlotte asked. Alissa smirked. "What do you think?" "I don't know?" "I'll give you a hint. Ronald told me you were born in 1987. I'm a bit older than you." "1986?" "'85", Alissa said. "31. Juli." "Summerborn." "Aren't you?" "Yeah, 13. Mai." Alissa bit her lip. "One of the magic numbers." "Well, fate knew I'd like horror movies", Charlotte said. "Seriously?" "You don't?" "I don't watch movies in general", Alissa muttered. "Why don't you?" And just like that, the two women lost themselves in a conversation that would last the whole night. Martijn, who was the only one left awake, was also the only one who saw how Charlotte and Alissa exchanged numbers at the end of the tour, hugged each other goodbye and promised to call each other.

#Charlissa #fanfiction #Fire in the Night #not written by me #but I love it #Alissa white-gluz #Charlotte wessels #Kamelot

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