Queenmagines

[33] Brian May Imagine 10

"You should go say hello to him," my friend whispered for what was probably the hundredth time.

But my view of the whole thing hadn't changed. "I don't know," I repeated myself. "I don't think so. It would be really weird, I mean, I haven't talked to him in years and now I should just go up to him in a plane? He probably doesn't even remember me, he's famous, he has so many people coming up to him in planes I bet he's sick of that." I shook my head and leaned back in my seat, stretching a little.

"If you don't do it, I will," she threatened me.

And I wasn't even in the position to deny her that because I had the window seat and she had the aisle so if she wanted to get up and do that she could. My constant protests in the past few minutes hadn't seemed to change her mind at all. It was hopeless. Well. One more try. "I really don't want to bother him, Anna. Honestly."

"Fine," she told me and undid her seatbelt. "Then I will bother him, I'll be your wingwoman."

"Anna please," I pleaded, my hope almost having completely disappeared.

"No, I know you think he's cute, why would you pass up a chance to talk to him? Especially here, he can't run away here you know? Personally I consider that a huge advantage when hitting on guys in planes."

I sighed desperately. "I'm just going to make him uncomfortable without a way out, and I don't want that. I'm not like you, I get uncomfortable too if other people are uncomfortable."

"Yes, yes, and that is what you have me for." She got up and took the first step in his direction when I stopped her.

"No, wait. If you're really going to insist on that then at least save me your embarrassing stories and let me talk to him on my own.." Sighing I undid my seatbelt and got up. It was only when I walked past her and saw her smirking at me that I realised she had been aiming for this the entire time. And me being me I fell for it of course. But I didn't want to retract now because that would only get her to annoy me for the remaining five hours of the flight without a break. So it would be better to grasp the nettle and talk to him, so I could leave him alone after a few sentences and have this whole thing settled.

Glaring at her as I walked past, I made my way along the aisle, struggling to keep my balance because the plane was obviously shaking a little from side to side, after all we were thousands of feet up in the air. Stable ground was a rarity up here. When I had made it to the row which he had all to himself I paused in my steps and cleared my throat.

That got his attention, so suddenly the pressure to come up with something to say was very present in my mind. "Uhm.." That was always a good start. "Hi... excuse me, Mr May?" God it felt strange to address him like that. We had been closer than that once.

"Yes," he confirmed, smiling - luckily. "How can I help?"

"Uh... okay, so.. first of all, I'm sorry about bothering you," I started, but before I could continue he shook his head, still smiling.

"Don't worry about it, I've had three hours of quiet already, I could use a conversation partner for a bit. Let me guess, you're a fan?"

Smiling, I shrugged, awkwardly squeezing myself into the row so that the stewardness would fit past me before I straightened up again. "I might have a record or two," I admitted, making him chuckle.

"That's always good. Which ones, if I may ask?"

He just about finished his sentence before the plane suddenly shook, almost making me lose my balance.

"Oh dear, here, please have a seat," he told me, quickly clearing the seat beside him from his jacket. "I don't want you to get hurt. Would you mind putting this in the overhead box?"