Sheer Heart Attack

Chapter 50 - It's Late / August 1977

POV Isabella

August

My paternal grandfather Mike did many tests that the doctors asked for. My grandmother Janice who soon sends a letter to me, telling about the results, which will still come out. My grandmother loves to write and she prefers to send a letter to me instead of calling. Meanwhile I'm on vacation from the work of a university English teacher, as well as the Master's degree, which I finish in December and my Spanish course, which I also finish at the end of this year. For now, I'm just taking belly dancing classes and swimming. Extra classes. Bri was recently in his late thirties, and Roger turned twenty-eight on July 26, but for the first time he did not want to celebrate his birthday as he is immersed in recording work at Wessex Studios. They are recording hard the new work of the band, because in November they will go on tour again, to the United States of America. In two weeks, we'll go to the Led Zeppelin show at Hammersmith Odeon. Led Zeppelin is coming back, after the serious car accident that Robert Plant suffered with his wife.

Veronica commented to me that she suspects a possible second pregnancy and that in the next few days she will get the result of the exam.

"Have you thought about whether I'm pregnant with John again?" It will be a great gift for my husband, he loves children - said Veronica smilingly hugging me.

"I'm sure it will be a great birthday present for my friend," he said, smiling, playing with my two-year-old son-in-law Robert.

POV Roger

First week of August. The boys and I are at Wessex Studios. After the band manager gave me a big scold, I promised him that I was going to behave better. I hope it does. In the first week of August, we recorded the song Who Needs You, written by Deacy. Meanwhile I finished writing my song Sheer Heart Attack, which was to be on the album of the same name, 1974, but which was not ready at the time. Only one stanza is left for me to finish the song. Meanwhile we were recording the other songs of my friends. After we recorded Deacy's song, Bri said excitedly:

- My friends, now let's record my newest song, which I finished composing yesterday. The song is It's Late.

Bri showed the lyrics for Freddie, Deacy and me and we loved Bri's composition. It is a melancholy letter of love. Is Bri having problems with marriage?

"Bri, my friend, the lyrics are beautiful, but it's very melancholy. My friend, are you experiencing any marital problems with Chrissy? I asked curiously.

- No, Rog. This song was not meant for Chrissy and me. I made it to ... Oh, never mind. What matters is that you like it, "said Bri mysteriously.

Freddie looked at Bri, trying to decipher this mystery.

In the second week of August, we recorded the song It's Late, written by Bri. We record the voices and the instruments.

POV Bri

It seems that I will comment with Freddie, Rog and Deacy that the song It's Late did in homage to Isabella and Roger, the beautiful love they had, but that unfortunately did not work, but, nothing gets me out of my head that my friend Still loves Bella and that the two, in a not so distant future will be together. I believe that at any moment, Roger will no longer be with Dominique, or Dominique herself will no longer be able to endure my friend's betrayal.

At the end of the second week of August, we finished recording my song. And in the end we put it to play.

You say you love me
And I hardly know your name
And if I say I love you in the candlelight
There's no-one but myself to blame
But there's something inside
That's turning my mind away
Oh how I could love you
If I could let you stay

It's late, but I'm bleeding deep inside
It's late, is it just my sickly pride?
Too late, even now the feeling seems to steal away
So late, though I'm crying I can't help but hear you say
It's late it's late it's late
But not too late

The way you love me
Is the sweetest love around
But after all this time
The more I'm trying
The more I seem to let you down
Now you tell me you're leaving
And I just can't believe it's true
Oh you know that I can love you
Though I know I can't be true
Oh you made me love you
Don't tell me that we're through

I could tell Roger was listening to the letter, immersed in thoughts.

It's late, but it's driving me so mad
It's late, yes I know but don't try to tell me that it's
Too late, save our love you can't turn out the lights
So late, I've been wrong but I'll learn to be right
It's late it's late it's late
But not too late

I've been so long
You've been so long
We've been so long trying to work it out
I ain't got long
You ain't got long
We gotta know what this life is all about
Too late much too late
You're staring at me
With suspicion in your eye
You say what game are you playing?
What's this that you're saying?
I know that I can't reply
If I take you tonight
Is it making my life a lie?
Oh you make me wonder
Did I live my life alright?

It's late, but it's time to set me free
It's late, yes I know but there's no way it has to be
Too late, so let the fire take our bodies this night
So late, so let the waters take our guilt in the tide
It's late it's late it's late it's late
It's late it's late
It's all too late

"The lyrics are incredible," Deacy smiled.

"I was inspired to write such deep lyrics, Bri," Rog smiled.

Freddie looked at me, as if suspecting that I wrote the lyrics to Roger and Isabella, that they were my inspiration. But, I can not say to Rog, to my friend, that Isabella and he were my inspiration. If I said, I think he would never forgive me, because he would feel used ...

To be continued.