A look back at how Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham's lives entwine in the months following the death of their beloved band mate Christine McVie.
Although this story is a complete work of fiction, it was inspired by real events.
"Hey Stell, I'm in town... um, probably until Thursday. Was hoping we could catch up? Give me a call back when you get this please sweetheart. Love ya."
Lindsey flopped on his bed, placing his phone back in his pocket. He'd just arrived in New York City and was hoping to meet up with Stella while he was visiting.
He scratched his head, wondering if this was the longest he'd gone without seeing his baby girl. The house didn't feel the same without her. She was his wild one. Loud, crazy, spontaneous. Even though they were very different, they'd always had a lot of fun together. And while he missed her, he loved her sense of adventure; recalling he wasn't much older when he too uprooted his life, in pursuit of his dreams.
He felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw he had a message.
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He smiled. They'd only been apart for a couple of weeks, nothing compared to what they'd been used to, but it felt so much longer.
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He jumped to his feet, picking up his wallet and jacket, before heading out. He had an errand to run...
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Stevie had mentioned to swing by ahead of the show, if he had time, so that's exactly what Lindsey did. He took a cab to the arena, making his way past security to the backstage area, in search of her dressing room.
"Hey Steves it's me, can I come in?" He asked, giving her door a loud knock.
"Hey Linds, yeah come on in." She shouted.
Pushing open the door, he saw that she was sitting in a makeup chair on the far side of the room. He made his way over to her and leaned down to give her a peck on her cheek, smudging the blush that Eilynn was in the middle of applying. She shot him a glare.
