2014; Los Angeles, CA
They had been dreading this moment. She sighed a little as they prepared to walk on stage. Christine rubbed her shoulders, assuring her that it would be okay. The curtain rose.
Mick steadily played quarter notes on the base drum. Pumping up the audience. Lindsey grabbed ahold of Stevie's hand and lifted it into the air. The crowd cheered.
The night had been similar to every other. Until it was time for the rest of the band to the exit the stage. Lindsey and Stevie stood awkwardly on the stage.
"So, many of you know this song. I wrote this... Everyone thinks it's about them... But umm... This is Landslide."
Lindsey started on the riff.
"I took my love. Took it down." The words faded into the background. Lindsey's eyes were locked on a brunette in her early thirties, sitting in the VIP section. She was talking to a woman behind her. She flipped her hair and looked back at the stage, revealing her Crystal blue eyes.
The song finished. Lindsey walked off of the stage. He told one of the body guards something. They whispered something into the woman's ear.
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Lindsey and Stevie waited by the bar. An obviously drunk woman flopped down next to them. Turning to Stevie she said, "I hate Fleetwood Mac."
"Do ya' now?" Stevie replied, a little shocked and amused.
"Yeah. But I guess that's how my mom raised me."
"Who's your mom?" Lindsey asked.
"Carol... Harris."
"Bianca?" Stevie asked in disbelief.
"Carter." She replied as she took a massive drink of her martini, "Carter Harris."
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Sorry for the short chapter! But I thought I'd leave y'all kind of "hanging"!
