Buckingham Nicks-Part II of Fritz Series

A Glimpse of Things to Come

***A/N NSFW stuff ahead ;)***

July 12th 1975

Our first two album launch parties were successively amazing events. Champagne, catering, rich people, and lots of dope. Fleetwood Mac is no different, except ten times bigger and more opulent thanks to Mick. As our manager and co-founder of the band he does all the party planning and it shows, the catering table has everything anyone could want to eat and I dig in piling cold cuts, and fruit on my tiny catering plate to the point it's overflowing. Stevie places a finger sandwich on hers daintily, her eyes widening when she sees my spread "You haven't been smoking have you?" Not yet, but I'm pretty sure I could score from someone in the room.

"Stevie, Lindsey, lets take some pictures with the publicity stills" Mick bounds over to us like a golden retriever in human form, his energy endless and spectacular. For some of the pictures I stand with Stevie, for other's I stand with Christine. She has a good sense of humor about the whole thing and even chides me for leaning to casually on her "No slouching Buckingham" fidgeting I stand up straight Mick and John both hanging off Stevie and laughing. "Okay Mick you think you can pick Stephanie up?"

I stare daggers at the photographer, but Mick is clueless lifting Stevie off her feet with ease. She laughs out loud and he twirls her around like she weighs less than nothing. She doesn't, her petit frame hardly more than one-hundred pounds when she's soaking wet. My heart races and I feel my blood heat with jealousy, I move closer to her and Mick which doesn't go unnoticed by Christine "I think our Lindsey's jealous Micky, come on put Stevie down." He looks taken aback but laughs as he sets Stevie back on her feet "Sorry mate". He looks anything but.

For the rest of the shoot I linger at Stevie's side holding her hand and taking all of our pictures together. We answer the standard questions about touring and ticket sales, along with questions about how our working relationships might interfere with our personal lives. John and Chris stay quiet content to let Mick answer most of the questions. When they ask Stevie about working with another female singer she blushes "Well, I'm used to harmonizing with Linds. But Chris has such a lovely voice the three of us just sound good together. It's terrific"

For the first time in what I would come to observe to be a pattern as we progressed that day and in later days, people payed attention to Stevie. More than just curious about her by this point, they were almost invasive. Her favorite drink, favorite food, favorite performer, where did she come up with her wardrobe, on and on until I finally step in "You guys writing a biography or something?" a female reporter with a tight red dress points a recorder at me "Does it bother you that so many young men find Stephanie to be a sex symbol?" annoyed I shove my hands in my trouser pockets "Why should it bother me?" Stevie senses that I'm agitated and she snakes her arm around my waist.

"Well, I've heard rumors that you're the jealous type." Rumors? From who exactly? "Well, rumors can be a dangerous thing. I wouldn't put any stock in them." Stevie leans into me and I kiss her face as another flash goes off.

"Heard rumors that I'm jealous..." Stevie looks over at me on the drive home "Well you are the jealous type Linds." Yeah I know. I don't like it being thrown at me though. "Honey, don't let it bother you. It's just entertainment for their audience no one takes their garbage seriously." Some people do, and it's still not flattering to be described as jealous. I'm never one to obsess over sales, but that all changes by the time we get our three week projections.

Half a million. We've sold half a million records in three weeks, Buckingham Nicks sold that many in about six months. I'm impressed and Stevie is over the moon, with our bonus checks for meeting projections we all pile into the Mustang and head over to the new car dealer to pick up our brand new Station Wagon. It's hideous and slow, and boxy...but it's a family car and it's practical. And it scored well in safety which is what Stevie is most concerned with.