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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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May 1973
"You didn't see the godfather!" I rolled my eyes laying down on the floor as the guys set up for practice. We had to find somewhere else to practice, Josh's garage was warm as it is but this summer heat coming in felt as if I was dying. My shirt stuck to my stomach and I finally decided not to care anymore and pulled it off just to be in a pair of shorts and a bra. "It is such a good movie."
"No I never saw it, can we move on please." Greg rolled his eyes. "Are we going to acknowledge that I will be eighteen tomorrow?" The guys all whistled.
"Well now, where should we take the jail bate." They laughed so I flipped them off.
"Okay tell me something are we gonna go to the club or not?" Mitch asked suddenly. "Blondie you want to perform on your birthday."
I shrugged. "Whatever I gotta do I guess, but hey can we sing one of Harry's songs." The guys all turned to Harry who looked embarrassed. I didn't understand why he got this way, his songs were good and I loved singing them when it was just him and me with his guitar.
He wrote songs with Mitch, but couldn't do anything on his own.
"I think what we got is good." Harry tied his hair back and continued changing the strings on his guitar. I could tell he got annoyed so I shrugged it off standing to my feet. I caught the attention of myself in the mirror against the wall, I had asked Josh if we could have it there to see myself when I performed.
"Play me a beat," I told Josh who began playing his drums. I danced around a bit and swung the microphone around catching it in my other hand. Mitch began playing guitar and Greg played his bass along with the guys.
I remembered some lyrics of a song Harry wrote and began singing along to the beat causing him to whistle and stop everyone. "Can we please just fucking practice the set! I'm tired and want to go home!" He tightened the strings too much and one suddenly broke causing him to groan and throw the guitar into the carpet and storm out. I gulped setting down the microphone and following him until Mitch stopped me.
"Blondie! Don't- just let him lash it out for a minute." I sighed and crossed my arms.
"What is his problem?" They all looked around at each other and it was Mitch who spoke up.
"Deb he's got a lot of problems. He's like this all-time- guess he's been holding back with you around." I knew Harry had a bit of a temper so I decided to just ignore it and picked up his guitar. I had seen him plenty of times fix his strings so I undid the old one and got a new one from his bag to fix it. I strummed it and tuned it until Mitch gave me a thumbs up. "You play guitar?" I shook my head.
"No just piano." I set Harry's white guitar down and went over to Billie's keyboard playing a small tune.
After a while, I decided to go out and see if Harry had still been here. Luckily I noticed him in front of Josh's house smoking a cigarette and writing something down on his notepad. I sat beside him and caught his attention. "Sorry." He said lowly.
