"Who knew you had a decent home studio." Lindsey teased Stevie, sitting on a leather couch side by side. "And I thought you hated leather?"
"Well, it's been forever since you've been here. It is a lot easier to just come here, possibly wearing my pajamas from time to time, than having to get up early, get ready and you know, be on time." Stevie laughed lightly. "And the couch, well, it fits with the decor, so..."
"Right." Lindsey smirked, mindlessly strumming his guitar. "I must say, I was a bit afraid to come here today, but I had a lot of fun."
"Me too. It's nice having you back in my life, Linds." Stevie smiled, placing her hand on his jean clad thigh for a second.
"I thought we weren't going to be alone." Lindsey had to change the subject. "Where's your entourage?"
"Uh..." Stevie shifted in her seat. "I wanted it to be just us. I wanted to write a song with you and we don't need any interruptions."
"We didn't do much writing, did we?"
They didn't. They spent hours together mostly talking, reminiscing. Stevie played some of what had already been recorded for Lindsey, asking for his honest opinion. It was dangerous territory, but he managed to express his thoughts in a way that didn't cause any arguments. Although, there really wasn't much criticism, at least it had nothing to do with the lyrics, only instrumental parts here and there Lindsey would change if it was up to him.
"Not exactly, no, but I did take all of what you said into consideration. I might ask the guys to change some things on the tracks." Stevie shrugged, knowing Lindsey would appreciate what she'd just said.
"I don't think I should be on this album." Lindsey said, seeing Stevie crease her eyebrows. "Don't get me wrong. If you want, I can help out with the lyrics or add some guitar parts, but I don't think people should hear me. If that makes sense." He chuckled nervously. "We've tried to keep our solo careers separate from Fleetwood Mac. Let's save it in case the band decides to do another record."
Stevie remained silent for a moment before she nodded her head. "I get where you're coming from." Leaning over to grab the stack of papers from the small table in front of them, Stevie picked out one in particular. "Well, Mr. Musical Genius. If you do want to help me..." She trailed off, handing Lindsey the lyrics to one of the songs. "I want you on this."
The title stood out immediately. I Miss You. Was it about him? Did it have anything to do with him? Why did she choose this song in particular?
When I think about you
I think about how much I
Miss you when you're not around
Was it about him? That was the only thing Lindsey could concentrate on. He was probably being silly. It had been years since they'd been something to each other. Besides, Stevie had told him herself that she was no longer his ex girlfriend he couldn't get rid off, she was just his friend. Why would she still be writing songs about him?
"Who's it about?" Lindsey cursed himself for asking. Stevie didn't answer, she just smiled weakly and shrugged her shoulders. "What do you want me to do with it?"
"Come up with a melody."
"Alright." Lindsey nodded once. "Can I take this home with me?"
"Of course." She then added. "If your girlfriend won't make you sleep on the couch in case she sees it."
"Kristen's not that bad." Lindsey gave Stevie a look, unsure who he was trying to convince. Suddenly, his mind traveled back to earlier that day. You should tell her, Lindsey could hear Kristen's words. He should. "I-" But nothing else came out.
"Is something wrong?" Stevie asked.
Lindsey hesitated. Looking at Stevie's puzzled expression he tried forcing himself to say it, but he couldn't. He faked a smile and shook his head. "Nothing. I'm fine. I just... I'm really happy we get to do this." He said, showing to the lyric sheet.
"Give me a call, when you've got it figured out. Or you can just come and visit me whenever." She shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant.
"I will." Lindsey said, rising to his feet with a sigh. "I think I better head back home."
"You probably should." Stevie pretend to understand, a smile on her face, which she hoped was convincing enough.
