Timeless

8

Our album was completed in March, but by July, things weren't looking good.

"What do you mean you're dropping the album?" I ask as Stevie lays her head against my shoulder. She's upset.

"It's just not selling. I'm sorry, you guys are really good, and the reviews were amazing but you didn't sell many copies. I'm sorry." Phillip sighs.

Dejected and upset we leave Polydor and head home.

"What are we going to do now?" Stevie huffs collapsing on our couch, well it's more a futon.

"We work. I'll keep painting houses and you wait tables. We'll just live life like normal." I tell her.

"But what about our wedding?" Stevie asks looking down at her ring.

"Our parents already said they'd pay. Don't worry about it, I love you." I say as she smiles sadly.

"I love you too!"

***

STEVIE'S POV

Coming home from work, I throw my brown leather purse on the counter.

"Lindsey, cheesy hamburger helper or original?" I call out.

"Neither." He states coming into the kitchen and kissing me.

"You hate wearing your suit. What's going on?" I ask fixing his tie.

"Keith Olsen got me an audition with the Everly Brothers. They need a guitarist for their tour. If I get it, I'll be gone August through December. But you'll be able to go wherever I am for Christmas." Lindsey smiles.

"You know all of their songs! You'll do amazing." I smile.

"Thanks, but I've gotta get going." Lindsey rushes past me to grab the keys from my purse. We share the car.

"Okay, good luck. I love you!" I smile.

"Love you too." He yells leaving the small apartment.

I try to wait up for him, but eventually, I fall asleep and wake up to the front door opening.

"Hey, how did it go?" I ask sleepily.

"Steph, I'm touring with The Everly Brothers!" Lindsey cheers.

I squeal and run into his arms. He'll be leaving on September tenth, and when the day finally comes we share a tearful goodbye and then I go home to just Ginny, and honestly, it's quite lonely.

***

Lindsey is in Aspen over Christmas and he sends me their VIA Greyhound courtesy of my father. I go and see their show and it's amazing, especially being side stage watching him. It's not so lovely when we get back to the Cabin.

"Are you sure you don't want to come to the end of tour party?" Lindsey asks.

"I'm sure. Go have fun. Not too much fun though." I say wrapping my shawl tighter around me.

After he leaves I look down at Ginny and I pick her up. We stare out the window and I spark an idea. I haven't written any songs since Buckingham Nicks flopped. Looking around I spot Lindsey's guitar, I love that man and I do really want to marry him, I'm just sick of not having a decent meal and barely being able to make rent. I can't live like that much longer. I keep telling myself two more years. We're getting married in a month, and if we aren't doing anything music wise by 1975, I am going to reinstate my teaching certificate and try to find a job. Just then the words come naturally to me.

I took my love and I took it down

Climbed a mountain and I turned around.

And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills

Til' the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky what is love?

Can the child within my heart rise above?

Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?

Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Well I've been afraid of changing

Cause I've built my life around you

But time makes you bolder.

Even children get older

And I am getting older too.

Well I've been afraid of changing

Cause I've built my life around you

But time makes you bolder

Even children get older

And I'm getting older too.

Yes, I am getting older too

I took my love and I took it down

I climbed a mountain and I turned around

And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills

Well the landslide will bring you down

Oh, the landslide will bring it down.

One more month and I'll be Mrs. Buckingham. I don't know if I'm excited, petrified, or sad.