The Dance We Shared

1

January 1997

I wasn't like Lindsey planned to have almost all of the entirety of Fleetwood Mac to be with him but they were it was just as simple as he wanted Mick to put some drum tracks on a couple of his songs, he wanted Christine's backing vocals and piano on another song, and he wanted a bass line from John. What was happenstance though was the fact that the only week they could all manage to get there was the same. John really didn't care he had nothing going for him, save for Jules, Molley, and his boat so Lindsey just said whatever week you want and then John showed up at the same time Mick and Christine did. But it was great, Lindsey loved it. He felt complete for the first time in a very long time.

His leave from Fleetwood Mac, though it did screw the band over, was inevitable at that point. Lindsey had still loved Stevie and the fact that he loved her had killed every relationship he had since they originally broke up. But he couldn't watch her kill herself and that's exactly what she was doing. He didn't want to live like that so he left. He didn't leave on the best of terms, and maybe he shouldn't have tried to strangle her, but he needed to go for his own good. Because watching Stevie practically die...again...was killing him. And he still needed to get closure from their relationship and seeing her every day was not the way to do that. Because what would happen was they'd go on break and he'd start to get the closure he wanted and he'd start a new relationship but then they'd go back into the studio or they'd go on a tour and he was back to square one. 

"It's weird," Christine says after a moment.

"How so love?" John asks.

"Well it's like we haven't played together in years, but it's like nothing has changed." Christine smiles.

"While that's true we're still missing one person." Mick sighs leaning back into the couch he was sitting on.

"Has anyone heard from her in a while?" John inquires.

"She talks to me once a month." Christine shrugs.

"Yeah, but that's...you two are like two peas in a pod she can't, not talk to you. She hasn't spoken to me since she quit." Mick shrugs.

"She quit Fleetwood Mac?" Lindsey crosses his arms and wrinkles his forehead.

"You really distanced yourself from us didn't you?" Christine questions.

"Yeah, but not important, why'd she leave?" Lindsey inquires.

"She left because this asshole wouldn't give her, her song back." Christine cuts her eyes to Mick.

"What song?" Lindsey asks.

"Silver Springs." Mick sighs.

"We never even used Silver Springs so why would've it hurt you to give it to her?" Lindsey asks.

"She wanted to put it on her greatest hits album, but I said no because it's...it's a Fleetwood Mac song and I really like it, and I had hope that you'd eventually come back and we could re-record it again properly for an album other than Rumours." Mick shrugs.

"Well, I didn't think I was welcome back." Lindsey sighs.

"Oh shut up," John growls.

"What I'm serious. I mean...I physically choked Stevie and you guys weren't really impressed and John, you physically escorted me off of the property." Lindsey shrugs.

"Tensions and Emotions were high then. We thought that after a couple of years you would've calmed down and had asked to come back." Mick explains.

"Yeah but you guys got along great with Rick and Billy and I'm pretty sure at one point Stevie was sleeping with Rick so..." He just shrugs and looks away.

"But Lindsey it just wasn't the same. There's something between you, me, and Stevie that just can't be replicated, and a lot of the time it felt forced with Rick and Billy on stage. Behind the scenes was great but it was hard for me to hear Rick and Billy, sing Go Your Own Way." Christine shakes her head.

"Yeah, and the albums we did with them flopped, tremendously," John explains.

"They didn't flop tremendously Behind the Mask did well." Mick shrugs.

"Do you hear any of the songs from Behind the Mask on the radio nowadays?" Christine inquires.

"No, I mostly hear our songs with Lindsey." Mick nods. 

"There you go." Christine sighs.

"You know, Rumours is turning 20..." Mick trails off.

"What are you getting at?" John asks.

"Whattaya say, do you think we could do it. Put out an album that celebrates Rumours do a twenty-year special." Mick shrugs.

"It has been fun working with you all again...and I have missed it, but Mick there's one problem." Lindsey shakes his head.

"Well, we can get Stevie out here." Mick states.

"Good Luck with that one," Christine says in exasperation.

"She's going to want to, if she knows that we're talking about it," Mick replies.

"Mick, I know Stevie too well...and if you hurt her enough for her to quit because you wouldn't give her back Silver Springs there is absolutely no way that you are going to be able to get her out here." Lindsey sighs.

"Well, how do you suggest we get her out here?" Mick throws his arms up in the air.

"You call her and apologize. You tell her why you wouldn't let her have her song back and then you give her the Goddamn song back." Lindsey explains.

"But then we won't get to use it." He pouts.

"Stevie really wanted Silver Springs on Rumours and she was upset when I took it off, if you tell her you want to celebrate 20 years of Rumours and explain the thoughts you have about doing a new update Rumours album and a tour then I'm sure she's at least going to think about it." Lindsey shrugs.

"Can't you do it? She scares me." Mick pouts.

"She's five-foot-nothing you could snap her like a twig," Lindsey explains.

"Five foot nothing but she's ferocious." Mick states.

"Mick if we're doing this you have to be the one to call her. It's your band FLEETWOOD MAC-vie." Lindsey smirks.

"So she likes John, he can ask her and she fucking loves Chris..." 

"It has to come from you, Mick." Christine shakes her head.

"Yeah, I'm staying out of it. I'll go on the tour, my bags are packed, but I'm not dealing with calling her." John shakes his head.

"Fine." He huffs in defeat.

***

Lindsey was sucking down milk out of the carton one morning when his phone rang and he sighed placing his carton down on the counter and going to answer it.

"Hello." 

"Lindsey, it's Mick Fleetwood. I got her, I'll let you know more when I start getting dates figured out." 

"Son of a Bitch."