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A young girl joins a band and go through the ups and down over a decade long career in rock music.
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Debra May was held back from life by her overbearing religious mother until she heard the soft melody of 'Stairway to Heaven'. The...
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December 1972
Rock music was amazing.
It had fed my soul in a way that my mother's 'tasteful' music and church couldn't. Every day I began taking a 'walk' to get some exercise, but I would end up walking down the street and taking a sharp turn to where the record shop was.
Scotty was the owner's name and had quickly become my friend, telling me everything I needed to know about music and the history of rock and roll. He would talk while I looked through the magazines he had of bands and rock. It had become an obsession of mine rather quickly. I sat down looking at a group in a magazine.
There was a man on a stage who was upside down and singing. He was very thin and had long hair. "Who is this?" He smiled switching records and turning quickly to see.
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"The band's name is The Stooges, that's Iggy." I nodded slowly. "They're getting rather popular, have a few albums out." I pushed a strand of hair out of my face as I looked at all the articles on music.
"I wish I looked like her." I pointed to a rocked-out girl on a photo. She had short black hair and wore a leather jacket.
Scotty sighed and shook his head. "Don't follow the crowd kid, be you, or a new version of yourself that doesn't follow in the steps of these people. Don't be the next Suzi Quatro, be the first Debra May." I smiled looking at the woman in the magazine.
"I hate my name, Debra sounds like a square." He chuckled, shaking his head to what sounded like another Beatles album. Scotty was convinced they'd get back together but I wasn't too sure from what he's told me.
"I like Debbie, sounds cool." He winked at me walking across the store to get another stack of records. A few people came in and bought some stuff, mostly guys who gave me weird looks.
I began noticing that Scotty had a bit of a limp and walked funny. I didn't want to ask him what was wrong but I could never shut up. "Hey Scotty, what happened to your leg?" He chuckled.
"Vietnam got shot and uh...well, I have nerve damage." I frowned. "Don't worry kid, that war has to stop eventually." I nodded slowly looking at the time. My eyes widened and I realized I had been here much longer than planned. I quickly grabbed my coat and my gloves and ran home in the snow towards my house.
