A Few Months Later – Summer 1987
The five members of Fleetwood Mac lounged around the studio quietly, not quite knowing what to do with them selves. Lindsey had disappeared into his house, so they couldn’t make any music. And they couldn’t do any coke, because of Stevie. Without warning, Lindsey burst into the room. “Woah! Where’s the fire?” Christine asked. Lindsey didn’t reply, switching the radio on. “Listen.” He said, sitting quietly by Mick.
“You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I’m made of glass
Like I’m made of paper
Well go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper
Like a skyscraper.”
The five of them sat silently, listening to the haunting voice of a ghost from their not too distant past. “And that was the latest single from Demi Lovato, titled Skyscraper. It’s pretty deep and I am really liking it. And so are you, America! Keep on buying that single because it’s getting higher and higher in the charts!” The radio DJ said. “She’ll never leave us, that’s for sure.” John said. “Who said we want her to leave?” Lindsey replied, switching the radio off.
Late 1987
Demi was sat in her dressing, applying her makeup, getting ready for the show. Agnes burst in. “Have you seen the papers?” She asked, flustered. “No. Why?” Demi replied. Agnes threw the paper down in front of her and Demi dropped her makeup brush. “No. He can’t.” She whispered. The headline read: ‘Fleetwood Mac guitarist, Lindsey Buckingham, calls it quits. He’s leaving the band that made him a star’.
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