You were a British photographer and painter. You are in the year 1975, it is a very good year for you since your work is being greatly appreciated—so much so that many rock stars, models, other painters, etc., ask you to take photos or make paintings for them.

You always accepted, you accepted to do it with so much passion that you didn't care if you grew green gray hair from stress—You were happy like that.

But, like every artist, has a muse. And you obviously have one—Brian May, yes, the guitarist of the band called "Queen", the band that is becoming famous for its hit songs.

You loved drawing Brian, he looked so calm and serene when it came to drawing him that it gave you peace. His kind and sweet way of being made you happy—And besides, he loved being drawn, especially by you.

This day was no exception, you were giving the last strokes of a drawing of Brian—One of the many drawings you have made for Brian. You finished, you were happy and let out a contented sigh. Brian looked at you and gave you a smile—Brian's smile was almost always sweet.

—"I want to see another of your beautiful works, can I?"

Obviously you accepted, he stood next to you and looked at the work next to you—A wide smile formed on his lips before taking your hands and looking into your eyes.

—"This is divine, another drawing that I will love."