Buckingham Nicks-Part II of Fritz Series

The White Album

***A/N smut, and rock star behavior ahead***

The next time we head into Warner Brother's music we come to the table prepared to make a deal. Having listened to Fleetwood Mac's entire recorded history, I've come to the conclusion that we can add something to this band. They're a blues band at their heart and I can feel the soul, but underneath is a flair for rock and roll. Stevie brings the folksy side to Buckingham Nicks and always has, her experience performing in saloons as a child making her adept at tapping into that crowd.

The group as it stands has an almost complete album read to ship, they just need harmonies and a few more songs. Stevie and I decide to contribute two songs each from our Buckingham Nicks repertoire since we still own the rights. The re-mastered version of Rhiannon and Landslide along with So Afraid, and a new song I've been working on. Stevie says I'm a master at writing upbeat sounding songs with dark and meaningful lyrics...I prove her right once again with Monday Morning. It's essentially an ode to lovers who fight constantly but make up at the weekend, only to repeat the cycle all over again on Monday morning.

We decided jointly that Go Your own way and Dreams don't quite fit with the rest of the album we were previewed, so we save them for the next Fleetwood Mac album. Here's hoping there is a next Fleetwood Mac album. The next time we meet our new bandmates we're at a Japanese restaurant, and we seal our contract with Saki Bombs. Stevie had green tea, smiling happily as she rubs her belly her hand protectively embracing baby Nova.

"So Johnny walks in carrying the snake and he says...I thought you asked for a boa!" the whole table erupts in laughter as Chris tells another of her treasure trove of stories. She's really a fun gal, straight to the point and completely candid no matter the circumstances. John or Johnny as she's found of calling him is her bass playing taciturn husband. And if I thought Chris was stoic he takes the cake, the only exception being when he's loaded. Then he's a prankster, he's also hopelessly in love with Christine...and she's well cool toward him. I sense there's more there than they let on, but I don't want to pry.

Mick, there are no words to describe Mick. The guy is a maniac, a giant of a man in both stature and personality he's the center of attention no matter where we are and I sense he likes it that way. He too loves elaborate pranks and from what I've heard in Chris' stories so far he parties for ten people, and keeps going till everyone else has all but lost consciousness. He's great fun, and the first time I see him drum I'm honestly impressed. He, like Stevie and I, doesn't read or write music and plays everything by ear. I'm astounded that he can not only play his massive and elaborate kit with what appears to be casual ease, but he's also a master of percussion instruments.

I complemented his technique one night and he smirked at me joking "Well, I do enjoy banging things about" he laughs thrusting his pelvis for emphasis and Stevie and I both burst into laughter. Bob and Brian have been relegated to incidental music, at the same salary, and while this means they're essentially back up for live performances neither of them complains as they have always preferred performing on stage to studio work. Avery is thrilled with his new road crew and he shares the title of road manager with a scruffy high-strung guy named Elvin.

For a minute, I fear the two of them won't get along. Elvin's a balding bearded stars and bars type from Georgia, he talks like colonel Sanders and Fog Horn Leghorn had an illegitimate love child. But to my surprise and relief Avery and he share a love for southern rock and southern cooking and they get on like old pals.

The first week of November comes along, and we pack Sara off to Mom's house for her visit to Connecticut. I'm grateful that she's too young to understand social graces and hope mom can curtail Aunt Ida from trying to teach her any. She's only four.