Sisters Of The Moon

Chapter 2

Tonight was the night of my grand debut with Fleetwood I was nervous, I'm not going to lie about that. Christine walked up to me, holding Stevie's makeup compact. "Don't worry kid, you'll be great!" she brushed a makeup brush on my cheek, "You need more glitter though." Stevie jokingly swatted her away, "Oh stop it! You look great!" she smiled, "We're opening up with Gold Dust Woman remember, and our encore will be the Chain." I nodded, "Got it!"

"On stage in 5 ladies!" Mick called out, he gave me two thumbs up before getting to his spot behind his drums. "You ready Emily?" Stevie squealed. I nodded, taking her hand as we walked up to the stage....

"Ready for a song gals?" Stevie's grandpa asked the little girls sitting by his feet. Stevie and I always loved singing with her grandpa. We sat straight up, "Yes!" he started to strum his guitar and tapped his foot. We sang along to the country lyrics he sang while other relatives watched.

"You were amazing Emily!" Lindsey cheered. I smiled, "Thanks!" "You think you'll stick around forever?" Christine asked. They all looked at me with hopeful eyes. "Of course I'd love to!" Just like that I became a household name like the rest of them.

Fast forward a year later, it was 1979. We just finished our album Tusk and we were ready to start another tour. Stevie and I were sharing a house, it was big enough for both of us so we gladly moved in together. "Em, have you seen my blue shawl?" Stevie called. We were both packing for our tour, "Yeah, here Steph." I tossed it to her.

There was a knock at our front door, "I'll get it!" I yelled as I walked to our big french doors. Lindsey waved at me, I smiled and opened the door. "Hey, how's the packing coming along?" "Hectic as always." I giggled. "Trust me I know how it is with Steph and you too." He smiled at the thought. The old memories of his relationship with Stevie flooded his mind. Honestly I remembered those days too, we were always the closest of friends. There was a time all three of us lived together, we had a lot of fun.

"Who's at the door Em?" Stevie called from the room in the back. "Just Lindsey." I answered. "Geee, thaaanks." Lindsey teased.
"Lindsey! Help us paack!" Stevie pleaded. He sighed, "I will!" "Better be getting to that soon." I lead him to the room.

"Holy crap!" Lindsey exclaimed as he entered the room. Stevie and I did make quite a mess, there were clothes everywhere. Thrown across chairs and on beds were skirts and dresses. Shirts and pants draped over doors, and who knows where shawls were as we kicked through the piles of heels on the floor.
"I know, its a mess." I said. "But with your help this will be fixed!" Stevie piped in. "Just like old times." Lindsey mumbled.

It was 1974, Buckingham Nicks were recording. Stevie was a cleaning lady and Lindsey stayed home writing. They worked all the time, Stevie earning money with Linds trying to boost their careers. I was stopping by their little apartment to visit, "Hey! Anyone home?" I called out as I put my key back in my pocket. "In here Stevie!" I walked into the main room where Lindsey sat on the floor strumming a guitar. "No, Emily." I laughed. "Oh sorry, here listen to this song! Stevie is at work." Lindsey picked his guitar up again and started to strum. His blue eyes twinkled as he gazed down at the neck of the bronze guitar. His voice was soft as velvet while he gently sang the poetic lyrics.
When the song ended he looked up, "So?" "Its beautiful!" I clapped, "I'm sure Stevie will love it!" Lindsey smiled and ran a hand through his long dark hair. "I was hoping she would." I gave him a hug, "She will."

Lindsey and I were close friends, not like Stevie and I but we were good friends. Any memories I had with him were fond ones just like with Stevie he was always a shoulder to cry on. We finished packing and Lindsey drove us to the airport just like we did a year before hand and we got on our plane to our new touring destination.

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