These past few weeks have been magic! I feel so young again, listening to music, drinking too much and making love whenever we feel like it. I admit, I have been shutting Mick out a lot recently and I feel bad. Tour is bound to start at some point and I want to enjoy the time I have. I'm tired of being cooped up in the house or going through the motions at rehearsal when I have other things on my mind. I want to have fun! Call me immature.
Lindsey wants to take me somewhere, he set it up with me last night. I was bummed he didn't come over but happy to know he was still interested. He tells me to dress casually. Fine. He says bring a hair tie. Okay, fine. But then he tells me to wake up early. That's where I hesitate. He tells me I will have fun and after much prodding I agree. He stays on the phone with me until I fall asleep since he suggested I turn in for the night soon, and he's singing to me on the other end of the line.
The next morning at 9am (hey! That's early for me) I am ready and he is honking the horn outside. I toss some things into my bag and check my appearance in the mirror and he honks again. I roll my eyes- sometimes I think he's more impatient than I am! He meets me outside the car, kissing the top of my head.
"Whoa-ho! Stevie Nicks in jeans? And a tee shirt? And a hoodie? Stop the presses, I've got the real story right here! Front page news!" I push past him, snatching his keys from him and throw myself into the driver's seat. "What do you think you're doing? I'm the one who knows where we're going! Besides, I'd really like to make it there in one piece, speed racer!"
"Hardy-har-har, pretty boy!" I stick my tongue out at him and he licks the tip of my tongue with his. I stare at him a second before falling into fits of giggles. He caught me off guard with his action and he knows it. Oh, he's lucky he's cute! He scoops me up and drops me into the passenger's seat, shutting the door then jogging over to the other side of the car and getting in. "Fine" I huff. "But I get to pick the tunes"
"Lame" he says, rolling his eyes but smiling the entire time. My music fills the car as he pulls out of my driveway.
Candle light and soul forever
A dream of you and me together
Say you believe it, say you believe it
"What the hell is this?" He asks. "Is this...music?"
Free your mind of doubt and danger
Be for real don't be a stranger
We can achieve it, we can achieve it
"Seriously, Stevie? Rock goddess listening to pre-teen shit?"
"Just shut up and drive" I say, playfully poking him in the ribs.
Come a little bit closer baby, get it on, get it on
'Cause tonight is the night when two become one
I need some love like I never needed love before
(Wanna make love to ya baby)
I had a little love, now I'm back for more
(Wanna make love to ya baby)
Set your spirit free, it's the only way to be
"Okay, that's enough" He fast forwards through to the next song on the tape, stopping every once in a while to make sure he doesn't miss the next one coming on.
I'll always think of you
Inside of my private thoughts
I can imagine you
Touching my private parts
I get instantly red, and he looks at me. I sink into my seat, hoping to disappear.
"Ooh, damn Steph! Ow, ow!"
With just the thought of you
I can't help but touch myself
That's why I want you so bad
Just one night of
Moonlight with you there beside me
All night doin' it again and again
You know I want you so bad
Baby baby baby baby (baby baby baby baby)
