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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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1981
“Numb, I liked the feeling of being numb. I guess my childhood really wasn't the best and I tried to stay away from my father who would hurt me- when he would do these things, I guess I would block them out. As I grew into an adult, I didn't realize how much affected me until I began doing heroin. I would have these flashbacks that made my skin crawl. The drugs helped but I have a family and I love my wife. That's all I have to say.”
The circle of people around me became loud as they clapped their hands together. This was the first time Evan, the man speaking, actually spoke.
Rehab, I was in rehab for how far I took things over the past two years since I stopped drinking.
Fun fact, I never quit drinking.
“Debra, do you want to talk today?” I looked around the group and nodded. I was in one of Harry's shirts and a pair of jeans that had been ripped from my nervous nails scratching at the faded denim.
“Where do I start?” I asked the man in charge.
“From the beginning,” he answered back.
“I'm in a band, we went on tour at the beginning of 1978. My husband thought that I was an alcoholic- granted I am, but it hurt my feelings and I began to resent him for pointing it out I guess. The tour was going great, every night a new city. We had fans mobbing us and it was all the fame a person could want. Then... my mom passed away.” I felt hands touching my shoulder.
“It's okay if you don't want to continue.” The leader said to me.
“The thing is, my mom's husband tried to assault me. She still married him and she was sick. She had promised she would have them call me when she was too sick or for her funeral and that son of a bitch didn't call me. I found out she died three months later by a religious group that tried to shut my concert down.”
“We have to go this way, Deb.” I nodded following my manager Ashton towards the exit of the arena where we were performing. The guys followed all drying off their sweat with towels as I did the same, ruffling my hair. This arena was so warm that I had sweat through my shirt.
We pushed past the doors and immediately I felt like I was being attacked as voices began calling me a whore. Fans tried pushing past the religious people hating on the band. Apparently, they had been going to concerts to end the new bands like us. Their fear was that we were poisoning the minds of their children. “Ignore them.” Harry grabbed me and began walking towards our tour bus.
It was hard to ignore people until I heard a familiar voice calling my name, my real name. I turned to find the familiar face of one of my mom's old friends. She looked at me with a disgusted look. “How could you have missed your own mother's funeral?” I was taken away before I could respond.
"Your real name?" Someone asked.
"I go by Blondie, I know that's hard to tell since my hair is brown, but it's a nickname," I answered.
