Destiny Rules

Part 5

Two weeks had passed since Stevie and Lindsey ran into each other. If she hadn't been so busy, he would have been the only thought on her mind. He didn't look much different than she remembered, maybe his hair was a little longer. The way he dressed hadn't changed. His eyes she loved so dearly were just as bright and blue. She hadn't thought about him as much in the last several years, however, she caught herself doing that more and more the last two weeks. Jimmy forgot about the encounter as soon as Lindsey ran out of their sight, though, and Stevie was glad. They had a good thing going, she didn't need him to start worrying about an ex-boyfriend. 

It was late at night, when Stevie finished the last of her drink and decided to go to bed. She had been sitting at her grand piano for hours by herself. She played and softly sang along to the melodies that none other than Lindsey had perfected years ago. A few tears slipped and she quickly wiped them away, pretending that she didn't miss the life she once hand. The life when nobody knew her name or cared about the poems she'd written. The life when she was overworked, but still poor, however, so loved and adored.

"You're awake." Stevie entered the master bedroom and, much to her disappointment, found the lights still on.

"Yeah." Jimmy nodded, his back resting against the headboard, feet crossed at the ankles, a notebook lying on his stomach, taking a slow drag of a joint. "I'm trying to finalize the tour dates. We have to make it official soon." He added, dabbing at the end of the joint with his finger above the ashtray he'd put on the bed beside him. 

Stevie didn't respond. She began to undress, ignoring Jimmy's stare. Pulling the covers down, she lazily climbed into bed and fell heavily on her side, silently asking for a puff as she held out her hand.

"Do you think Joe Walsh would be interested in supporting you again?" Jimmy asked, putting away his notebook.

"Uh-" Stevie paused to blow the smoke out. "Isn't there anyone else?"

Joe Walsh was a great addition to the previous tour. The Eagles were massive and Stevie knew that a part of the audience each night were his fans as well. She was okay with it, people still bought the ticket to see them both. 

"Why?" Jimmy raised an eyebrow, rolling onto his side to face her. "I thought you were a fan."

Stevie shifted her gaze. "Uh, well, yeah." She shrugged. She was a fan, who wasn't much better than Joe's groupies, though. Jimmy didn't need to know about the copious amounts of cocaine they did together or the number of times they had sex during that tour. "I just think that we can bring along someone new."

"Okay." Jimmy gave a weak shrug, nodding his head. "That makes sense. Do you have any ideas?"

Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it. "Haven't really thought about it." Stevie lied and got out of bed again, she left the room for a few minutes, leaving Jimmy a bit confused. He relaxed, though, we he saw her carrying a freshly opened bottle of wine.

"You could call anyone you want and they'd say yes." Jimmy continued, but Stevie didn't seem too enthusiastic about the conversation. "Just say the name and I'll make it work." He added, reaching for the bottle once she'd filled more than half of her glass and took a swig from it.

"What about-" Stevie began, but quickly stopped herself. "No, doesn't matter." She waved it off.

"What? Who are you thinking about?"

Stevie shook her head, forcing a smile. "It was a stupid idea."

"Well, what if it's not?" Jimmy kept pushing. "Come on, tell me." He asked, wondering who of the many superstars they knew popped into her head.

Stevie took a long drink first, she then breathed in deeply and opened her mouth. "What about Lindsey?"