Love Of My Life: A Brian May Fan Fiction [SEQUEL TO LOVE IS ON THE WAY]

The Surprise (Part Two)

88: INT. HOTEL ROOM DAY FADE IN:

The next day...

RACHAEL: (slowly opens her eyes)

BRIAN: (caresses her cheek) Good morning my love.

RACHAEL: (smiles warmly) Hi.

BRIAN: Are you ready for your next surprise?

RACHAEL: Sure!

BRIAN: I meant to give these to you yesterday... (gives her a bracelet with his name on it and a necklace with his picture on it)

RACHAEL: Brian, I love them! (puts them on)

BRIAN: Good, I'm glad. Ready for your next hint?

RACHAEL: Yeah.

BRIAN: All right... (thinks for a minute) Born in Brooklyn, began his career as a songwriter in the 60's, made a huge comeback in 1974.

RACHAEL: (smiles widely) I know who it is, but I know you won't give me a straight answer, so I guess I'll just have to find out.

BRIAN: That's right love, come help me start packing, we're heading to New York.

RACHAEL: Flying or driving?

BRIAN: Driving.

RACHAEL: Ok. (both start packing)

BRIAN: Come along love. (both leave)

89: INT. TOUR BUS DAY

Brian and Rachael head to New York.

ROGER: (lights a cigarette) (smokes it)

BRIAN: Darling, would you say you're more of a rocker or a country girl?

RACHAEL: I'd say I'm about... 50 percent country and 90 percent rock.

BRIAN: That's pretty accurate.

RACHAEL: Why?

BRIAN: Just wondering, I know you like Loretta Lynn and Johnny Cash, but you have more of a rock and roll side.

RACHAEL: Oh. Hey can someone turn on the radio or something?

BRIAN: Sure love. (turns it on)

RACHAEL: (What It Takes by Aerosmith comes on) Ooh! I love this song!!! (turns it up) (starts singing along) Tell me that your body doesn't miss my touch! Tell me that my loving didn't mean that much! Tell me you ain't dying when you're crying for ME!!!

JAYME: (laughs)

RACHAEL: What? It's a good song!

JAYME: Hey, I didn't say anything!

BRIAN: Rog, would you put that thing out already? I've got a bloody migraine.

ROGER: (rolls his eyes and puts it out)

RACHAEL: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give you a headache.

BRIAN: (laughs) Darling, it's not your fault. I've had one all day.

RACHAEL: You okay?

BRIAN: I'm fine darling.

RACHAEL: (kisses his cheek) (runs her fingers through his curls)

90: INT. HOTEL ROOM NIGHT

Later that night...

RACHAEL: What should I wear?

BRIAN: (gets up and looks through her suitcase) (pulls out a black and white one-piece jumpsuit) What about this?

RACHAEL: That's perfect! I'm gonna go get ready! (goes into the bathroom)