A sequel to "Crystal"...
It's the early 1970s in Los Angeles. Stevie and Lindsey are off to a great start - an album deal, cool new friends and a passionate relationship - until the Buckingham Nicks albums is dropped and poverty, long work days and...
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Los Angeles, California Saturday, June 29, 1974 ********************
"Aspen, Colorado? What the fuck is in Aspen, Colorado?"
Richard Dashut stood next to Stevie and looked at Lindsey the same way she looked at him - with confusion and a little apprehension. Lindsey was standing before them in a pair of cut-off denim shorts and a pair of sandals, a bottle of beer in his hand as he tried to combat the heat wave that had overtaken L.A. and explain why he intended to spend three months in Aspen, Colorado rehearsing with Don Everly for an Everly Brothers tour, replacing Phil as the other guitarist.
"That's where Don Everly lives," Lindsey said. "He says the gig is mine if I'm willing to go up to Aspen for rehearsals over the summer."
"Look, Lindsey, I love the Everly Brothers as much as you do..." One thing they'd always had common with each other was their taste in music, and she knew what an enormous influence the Everly Brothers had been on Lindsey in middle school, when he'd really perfected his guitar playing. "I just don't know why you don't stay in town and take the gig on the steakhouse circuit! It's five hundred dollars a week, Linds!"
"Stevie." He folded his arms over his bare chest, beer bottle in hand. "Do you hear yourself when you say these things? The steakhouse circuit! That's what losers do, Stevie...what sell-outs do! Playing with Don Everly is an actual job in rock music! If I have to explain that to you, then what are we even doing trying to make a second album together?"
Stevie began to recite in her head the mantra she'd found herself having to recite more and more these days. Do not cry in front of him. Do not cry in front of him. She said, "We are making an album together because we are a team. And if we are a team...I'm coming with you to Aspen."
"What are you going to do in Aspen? You've never been in snow in your life, Stevie."
"Neither have you! You've lived in California all your life, Lindsey!"
"It's a paying gig, Stevie...and not in front of middle-aged divorcees out on blind dates at the steakhouse."
Richard, who had been watching their exchange as if it were a game of tennis, spoke up then. He said, "I think it's a good idea, Lindsey. How's the pay?"
"Enough to float us through 1975 if we use it right."
Stevie had to stop herself from openly scoffing. If we use it right? You mean on grass, while I have to scrape up quarters to buy dog food? Instead, she said, "Well, two against one, I guess. But I meant what I said, Linds...I'm coming with you. I'm giving notice at the restaurant and bringing Ginny and we're going to Aspen. I'll bring my guitar and my drawing stuff...I'll create...maybe look out at the snow and write a song, who knows?" She smiled, but when Lindsey didn't respond, she stepped closer to him. "Linds...you don't want me to hang around here without you for three months, do you?"
