That Summer

You Saved My Life...

Spring, 2010: Somewhere in the Future...

"You seriously don't remember who this one's about? You remember all your songs, Stevie!" Dave groaned while reading over the lyrics one last time.

"Dave, I'm telling you: I wrote it around 1975, but I really can't remember! There's about 3 people who I think it could be about, but I don't want to say in case it's not true." Stevie knew she was lying through her teeth.

She had written Secret Love back in 1974 and recorded it right before joining Fleetwood Mac. She wouldn't ever tell a soul, but she knew damn well who it was about – or what it was about.

"Alrighty then, Steves. Let's get a vocal on it then." Dave suggested. They both headed into the booth, and Stevie's voice soon filled the studio, almost as if it were 1974 again.

"I think we got a take," Dave smiled after the sixth try. Stevie sighed in relief and took off her headphones, plopping down on the sofa to finally rest. Dave was still at the mixing board, unable to hear from the other side of the glass.

Sharon looked over at Stevie, peering from behind her magazine. "Oh, Sharon, do not give me that look. What the hell are you trying to say?" She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, nothing..." Sharon lowered the magazine and crossed her legs. Stevie glared, waiting for her to say what was on her mind.

"Spill, Shar." She demanded.

Sharon uncrossed her legs and scooted closer to Stevie, "Okay, okay... this is totally about a woman, isn't it?!" She asked excitedly. Stevie turned her head away.

"Oh my god, Stephanie!!! Who?!" Sharon hit her playfully.

"Who said it was about one woman?" Stevie asked, her face still turned away from her. Sharon's jaw dropped.

"You mean..."

"When Lindsey left me to tour with the Everly Brothers, I was alone with one of my friends in Aspen, you know this..."

"So it was your friend?!"

Stevie held up her hand to silence her, "Will you let me finish? No. It wasn't my friend...the guys we were hanging out with were having a party, and there was this gorgeous group of women who joined us one night. I got with one of the guys, but the entire time, I found myself wanting to be with those girls. I didn't know what had washed over me, but I had this crazy, burning desire to be with them. I thought maybe it was the drugs, but I still felt the same way the next day while sober. I kinda just put it down in this song, recorded the demo and forgot about it. I didn't want to admit it to the world...or to myself." She sighed as she finished telling the tale.

Sharon took Stevie's hand in hers and gently squeezed. "Stevie..."

"I know, I'm going to call her." She finished Sharon's thought, "I just don't want to make it worse for her, you know? She's probably seeing someone else now, I'm sure she's doing great at her job in New York..."

"The job that you found for her..." Sharon interjected.

"That doesn't matter." Stevie looked at her sternly, "But I'm going to call her tonight and let her know we're going to New York for a bit. Don't tell Karen!"

Sharon held up her pinky, "Scout's honor!" She promised. Stevie smiled softly, her heart fluttering in her chest at the prospect of seeing her again, nearly two years later.