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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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Harry
February 1974
I watched Debbie get ready a million of times for a show but today was different, last night she and I wrote a song together after her attempt to have sex with me.
We had all gone out to celebrate my birthday and about midway through a night of dancing and drinking, she began to touch me all over. We had a weird dynamic the two of us, I wasn't sure if she was using me as a sort of revenge to her past life or if she was genuinely into me.
I had never wanted a girlfriend, because well I didn't want the weight of chains around me when I went out. But I did care about her, enough to know that she was way too drunk to have sex the first attempt she tried to get me in her pants. There was something so tempting about the way she moved her hips and kissed my neck when it was just the two of us.
"Harry, take me back home." She slurred as I looked around the club. None of the guys knew the extent of what was going on between us; Deb said she liked it that way. I think secretly she wanted to keep our 'relationship' out of the band.
"Deb you're fucked up, let's just stop drinking and if you change your mind- well...." I knew for a fact that she was a virgin, obviously, so I couldn't do it.
Even if I really wanted to.
Later at night after Greg got into another fight I took him back to his place and helped him clean up with Deb who kept humming something that had become quite catchy.
We were back in the car as I drove us back to our apartment when I finally asked her. "What are you humming?" She turned her head to me.
"You'll think it's stupid." I rolled my eyes.
"Doubt it, now tell me." She sat with her knees to her chest and looked out the window when she spoke up.
"It's a song that I think I wrote and I keep thinking of this tune that might go well with it." She shrugged. "I know that's you and Mitch's territory, but I keep writing to the song and right now I have this lyric and I want to write it down but I don't have a pen." I pulled over and stopped the car pulling out a pen and paper from my glove compartment.
This has happened many times to me while I'm driving. She thanked me and began writing down some words in cursive. "It's not good- I have never thought of myself as a writer." She took a deep breath and began singing a part.
My vision in blue, I call you from inside my cell And in the trial, you were there With your badge and rubber boots.
She sang a few other lines and I stared at her for a while. They were good lyrics and I went on to read what she remembered, adding in the process.
We sat talking for a while until I told her we should head back. She and I played Billie's keyboard and my guitar until past noon the next day until we got the song perfect and were able to fall asleep.
