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This story is about Stevie Nicks and KeithRichards. Its written from the perspective of Stevie Nicks. It takes place in 1976, when the famous Fleetwood Mac record “Rumours” was being made. It was also when the relationships in the band started to fall apart. Stevie had broken up with fellow band mate Lindsey Buckingham just 3 weeks ago.
Meanwhile in England, Keith Richards decided to go to California to make his first solo single “Run Rudolph Run”. He was in a relationship with Anita Pallenberg at that time.
It was fate that brought Stevie and Keith together that evening in a recording studio in California.
To make it more fun I will add pictures of the characters in a photo album.
I felt relieved when Mick finally slammed the studio door behind him. I was alone.
I took a sip of coffee and sat down on the little bench before the piano. Just minutes ago I had been screaming at the top of my voice, with tears in my eyes. I felt the anger well up again as I thought back of that song Lindsey had played for us. “Go Your Own Way”.
Right from the first line I knew it was about me. When he got to “packin up, shackin up’s all you wanna do” I felt like grabbing his guitar and smashing it in his selfish, arrogant face.
But I have to stop thinking about that. I’ve got a job to do. I had to get this song right. This song had to be a weapon big enough to take him down. And I knew it was.
I started flexing my fingers. Then I pressed Record on the little tape recorder situated on top of the shiny black piano. This was the first time I was going to record this song.
I started playing the melody, letting it lead me. As soon as I started singing it felt magical.
You could be my silver spring....
Blue-green..colors flashin'
I would be your only dream.....
Your shinin' autumn....ocean crashin'....
Don't say that she's pretty....
and did you say that she loves you...?
Baby I don't wanna know.
So I'll begin not to love you...
Turn around, you'll see me runnin'
I'll say I loved you years ago...
And tell myself you never loved me....No......
Don't say that she's pretty....
And did you say that she loves you...?
Baby, I don't wanna know....Oh no.....
And can you tell me...was it worth it....?
Baby, I don't wanna know..
Time cast a spell on you...you won't forget me...
I know I could've loved you but you would not let me....
Time cast a spell on you...but you won't forget me...
(I was such a fool)
I know I could've loved you, but you would not let me..
(Give me one more chance)
I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you..
(Haunt you)
You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you..
When the last chord died away I could feel the tears welling up, I felt them linger on my cheek and I swept the cool salt moist away with my tongue when it reached the corners of my mouth. This song was special.
I got up and shivered. Not just because it was starting to get cold in the studio but also because a creepy sensation had started to tingle up my spine. I grabbed my vest and turned around. I was facing the window to the control room. It was dark behind there and I could only make out my pale reflection in the glass, like a ghost. The sensation someone was watching me from behind there grew even stronger. I am not easily frightened, but it took a lot of courage for me to walk up to the window and look through it.
I couldn’t see any figure when I peered through the glass into the dark room. But I did see the door in the back of the studio closing.
A strange mix of adrenaline and sheer angst exploded in my body. Without thinking I opened the door to the control room and pursued whoever left it just seconds ago.
When I opened the other door I stepped into the bright light of a halogen lamp hanging on the ceiling in the hallway. When my eyes adjusted to the light I was shocked to see two men staring at me. I didn’t recognize them. Or I thought I didn’t at first. But at a closer look I realized that the black haired man was no other than Keith Richards, lead guitarist of the Rolling Stones. The man standing next to him was fatter and shorter and had slick brown hair that hung around his round face like a helmet. When I was taking all off this in, I didn’t hear Keith ask me a question. When he asked me again I could hear slight irritation in his voice.
He obviously wasn’t used to this lack of attention when he spoke. “I thought you guys finished recording here at 10?” he asked. When I didn’t answer and continued to study him (he looked quite underweight and shabby to me) he said, “Hello..? You are Stevie Nicks right..?”
“I’m asking you a question!”
I looked him in the eyes for the first time and was quite surprised, his eyes where in huge contrast to the rest of his looks. He looked like a rockstar alright, but he had the eyes of a puppy dog! “I’m sorry,” I said. “But I have a question for you first. What the hell where you doing spying on me back there?”
At this the fat guy chuckled and Keith seemed to relax a bit. “We weren’t spying on you, don’t worry. Me and Bobby wanted to work on something and when we saw that you where recording we didn’t want to disturb you.”
“So you where there the whole time?” I asked, feeling a bit caught.
“No, we came in somewhere in the middle,” Keith said, smiling at me.
“Not bad at all!” Said Bobby. He spoke with a severe accent, making clear he was from Texas.
“I’m sorry I was occupying the studio though,” I said. “I should have known no one told Ken I was staying late”.
“Don’t worry,” Keith said.
He turned to Bobby and started mumbling something in his ear. All of a sudden Bobby grabbed my hand and said, “It was a pleasure meeting you Miss Nicks,” and he walked past me and back into the studio.
It was just me and Keith in the hallway now. I couldn’t help but noticing the atmosphere change. As he edged closer I could smell cigarettes and cologne, a smell not at all unpleasant. I was starting to suspect something.
“Can we talk for a minute?” he said, and he motioned me down the hall. “That was one hell of a song you just did there.”
I looked at him as we walked up the stairs, he lead the way but very soon I knew where he was taking me. He was taking me to Sly Stones private studio.
It was a marvelous room. It was also the birthplace of one the songs for this album, “Dreams”. I wrote that song on an endless afternoon. The band was mixing a song and nobody really needed me so I took all my journals and my little electric piano up and started to wander around in the building. I went to this room, which stood out because of its crimson coloured door. When I opened the door I came into an oval shaped room, there was a big poster bed standing in the middle, surrounded by microphones, candles, velvet drapes and giant cushions.
The light that afternoon was just slightly filtered by silk drapes hanging from the two windows on either side of the bed. It was the perfect setting for a song to just flow out. That evening there was no light. When Keith closed the door he reached in his pocket and pulled out a matchbox. He started lighting candles and then he lit a cigarette. I was overwhelmed.
“You know, your voice is like sweet honey, like a waterfall,” he said with his husky voice.
I looked at this man, someone I knew but had just met for the first time. “You touched something inside me”.
He sat down on the bed and looked at me, standing by the door. I imagined what he must be seeing; a small, skinny girl with a doll face, in a black chiffon dress, standing on black velvet platform boots, hugging a big woollen vest, her hair blonde and frizzy, and everything lit by candle light.
I felt strange. A desire was starting to burn inside me, a desire to kiss him. Because I knew that when I would kiss him he it would not be like kissing Lindsey Buckingham. It would be like kissing Keith Richards. And that felt right. I started to walk over to the bed. He stood up and within seconds we where facing each other. I edged forward and gently brushed his lips with mine. The desire was getting stronger.
This was what I needed. To be with someone completely different. To be with someone, just because I desired them, not because I loved them. That’s what made it so different. Keith moved forward and pushed his lips on mine, putting his hand in the small of my back. His tongue opened my lips and entered my mouth. The ball of fire in my stomach exploded.
Hot bits and pieces shot all through my body. I grabbed him and pushed my mouth on his even firmer. Our tongues where touching, I could taste him, and he tasted incredibly masculine, causing me to let out a gasp of pleasure. I pushed him down on the bed and kneeled in front of him, not letting go of his big brown eyes. I could hear him breathe heavily and I could see the bulge in his tight pants grow. I undid his belt and opened his pants. He let out a big sigh when I took his cock in my mouth. It was already very hard. I moved back and took off my vest and dress.
When I was standing before him in my bra and panties, standing steady on my boots, he took off his blouse, revealing a tanned, muscled upper body, decorated with a single long necklace with a shark tooth on it. He got up and I took his pants and his snake leather shoes off. His fingers brushed my face and shoulders and he started kissing my neck. I could feel I was getting very wet and I took his hand and moved it towards my pussy. When he rubbed over my panties he moaned, feeling the moist. I pushed him on the bed and sat on top of him.
I took off my bra and he cupped my beasts with his hands. They where rough, firm hands. He took off my panties and pulled me down and we kissed passionately again. I was as wet as could be and he was only getting harder, I positioned myself on top of him, slowly lowering myself, leading his cock. When he entered my pussy I felt like screaming with pleasure. I started moving back and forth. Our moans came together and formed one big voice, only making us more horny. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down, positioning me underneath him. He started to fuck me while looking deep into my eyes. First slowly, but soon I was whispering “fuck me harder”.
His cock filled my pussy completely. He was moving faster, occasionally bowing down to lick my neck or kiss me. Never letting go of my eyes. He grabbed my leg and put it up in the air, staring to pound me, his balls slapping against my ass. I arched my back and moaned with pleasure. He used his free hand to rub my throbbing clit, throwing his head back and letting out grunts of pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building up. I even caught myself moaning and whispering his name a few times.
“Fuck Stevie, I’m gonna come!’’ he said, grabbing my leg even tighter.
“Me too!” I gasped.
He started rubbing my clit even more and I licked my hands, moving them over my erect nipples. I could feel the orgasm starting to spread through my loins, causing my pelvis to move uncontrollably. Keith let out a low scream when he came inside me. I grabbed his neck and pushed my lips on his, to stop me from screaming when I came. I could feel his cum, warm, spreading, mixing with mine, dripping over my legs. He pulled out and lay on top of me, being careful not to crush me. We held on to each others sweating body’s for at least fifteen minutes without speaking. Then he rolled over and we lay on our sides facing each other, saying nothing. Because there where no words necessary.
We got under the covers he spooned me, stroking my hair and whispering in my ear. I could still feel his cum on my legs and inside me. I felt tired and I could feel my eyes closing. It felt safe and warm. We had barely spoken to each other but it felt like I was with some one I’d known my whole life. Soon our breaths became deep and rhythmic as we fell down through the arms of sleep.
I woke up feeling sad. I turned around in the big bed, reaching out for a man I knew was gone. It was then that it dawned on me what I had done.
Meanwhile in England, Keith Richards decided to go to California to make his first solo single “Run Rudolph Run”. He was in a relationship with Anita Pallenberg at that time.
It was fate that brought Stevie and Keith together that evening in a recording studio in California.
To make it more fun I will add pictures of the characters in a photo album.
I felt relieved when Mick finally slammed the studio door behind him. I was alone.
I took a sip of coffee and sat down on the little bench before the piano. Just minutes ago I had been screaming at the top of my voice, with tears in my eyes. I felt the anger well up again as I thought back of that song Lindsey had played for us. “Go Your Own Way”.
Right from the first line I knew it was about me. When he got to “packin up, shackin up’s all you wanna do” I felt like grabbing his guitar and smashing it in his selfish, arrogant face.
But I have to stop thinking about that. I’ve got a job to do. I had to get this song right. This song had to be a weapon big enough to take him down. And I knew it was.
I started flexing my fingers. Then I pressed Record on the little tape recorder situated on top of the shiny black piano. This was the first time I was going to record this song.
I started playing the melody, letting it lead me. As soon as I started singing it felt magical.
You could be my silver spring....
Blue-green..colors flashin'
I would be your only dream.....
Your shinin' autumn....ocean crashin'....
Don't say that she's pretty....
and did you say that she loves you...?
Baby I don't wanna know.
So I'll begin not to love you...
Turn around, you'll see me runnin'
I'll say I loved you years ago...
And tell myself you never loved me....No......
Don't say that she's pretty....
And did you say that she loves you...?
Baby, I don't wanna know....Oh no.....
And can you tell me...was it worth it....?
Baby, I don't wanna know..
Time cast a spell on you...you won't forget me...
I know I could've loved you but you would not let me....
Time cast a spell on you...but you won't forget me...
(I was such a fool)
I know I could've loved you, but you would not let me..
(Give me one more chance)
I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you..
(Haunt you)
You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you..
When the last chord died away I could feel the tears welling up, I felt them linger on my cheek and I swept the cool salt moist away with my tongue when it reached the corners of my mouth. This song was special.
I got up and shivered. Not just because it was starting to get cold in the studio but also because a creepy sensation had started to tingle up my spine. I grabbed my vest and turned around. I was facing the window to the control room. It was dark behind there and I could only make out my pale reflection in the glass, like a ghost. The sensation someone was watching me from behind there grew even stronger. I am not easily frightened, but it took a lot of courage for me to walk up to the window and look through it.
I couldn’t see any figure when I peered through the glass into the dark room. But I did see the door in the back of the studio closing.
A strange mix of adrenaline and sheer angst exploded in my body. Without thinking I opened the door to the control room and pursued whoever left it just seconds ago.
When I opened the other door I stepped into the bright light of a halogen lamp hanging on the ceiling in the hallway. When my eyes adjusted to the light I was shocked to see two men staring at me. I didn’t recognize them. Or I thought I didn’t at first. But at a closer look I realized that the black haired man was no other than Keith Richards, lead guitarist of the Rolling Stones. The man standing next to him was fatter and shorter and had slick brown hair that hung around his round face like a helmet. When I was taking all off this in, I didn’t hear Keith ask me a question. When he asked me again I could hear slight irritation in his voice.
He obviously wasn’t used to this lack of attention when he spoke. “I thought you guys finished recording here at 10?” he asked. When I didn’t answer and continued to study him (he looked quite underweight and shabby to me) he said, “Hello..? You are Stevie Nicks right..?”
“I’m asking you a question!”
I looked him in the eyes for the first time and was quite surprised, his eyes where in huge contrast to the rest of his looks. He looked like a rockstar alright, but he had the eyes of a puppy dog! “I’m sorry,” I said. “But I have a question for you first. What the hell where you doing spying on me back there?”
At this the fat guy chuckled and Keith seemed to relax a bit. “We weren’t spying on you, don’t worry. Me and Bobby wanted to work on something and when we saw that you where recording we didn’t want to disturb you.”
“So you where there the whole time?” I asked, feeling a bit caught.
“No, we came in somewhere in the middle,” Keith said, smiling at me.
“Not bad at all!” Said Bobby. He spoke with a severe accent, making clear he was from Texas.
“I’m sorry I was occupying the studio though,” I said. “I should have known no one told Ken I was staying late”.
“Don’t worry,” Keith said.
He turned to Bobby and started mumbling something in his ear. All of a sudden Bobby grabbed my hand and said, “It was a pleasure meeting you Miss Nicks,” and he walked past me and back into the studio.
It was just me and Keith in the hallway now. I couldn’t help but noticing the atmosphere change. As he edged closer I could smell cigarettes and cologne, a smell not at all unpleasant. I was starting to suspect something.
“Can we talk for a minute?” he said, and he motioned me down the hall. “That was one hell of a song you just did there.”
I looked at him as we walked up the stairs, he lead the way but very soon I knew where he was taking me. He was taking me to Sly Stones private studio.
It was a marvelous room. It was also the birthplace of one the songs for this album, “Dreams”. I wrote that song on an endless afternoon. The band was mixing a song and nobody really needed me so I took all my journals and my little electric piano up and started to wander around in the building. I went to this room, which stood out because of its crimson coloured door. When I opened the door I came into an oval shaped room, there was a big poster bed standing in the middle, surrounded by microphones, candles, velvet drapes and giant cushions.
The light that afternoon was just slightly filtered by silk drapes hanging from the two windows on either side of the bed. It was the perfect setting for a song to just flow out. That evening there was no light. When Keith closed the door he reached in his pocket and pulled out a matchbox. He started lighting candles and then he lit a cigarette. I was overwhelmed.
“You know, your voice is like sweet honey, like a waterfall,” he said with his husky voice.
I looked at this man, someone I knew but had just met for the first time. “You touched something inside me”.
He sat down on the bed and looked at me, standing by the door. I imagined what he must be seeing; a small, skinny girl with a doll face, in a black chiffon dress, standing on black velvet platform boots, hugging a big woollen vest, her hair blonde and frizzy, and everything lit by candle light.
I felt strange. A desire was starting to burn inside me, a desire to kiss him. Because I knew that when I would kiss him he it would not be like kissing Lindsey Buckingham. It would be like kissing Keith Richards. And that felt right. I started to walk over to the bed. He stood up and within seconds we where facing each other. I edged forward and gently brushed his lips with mine. The desire was getting stronger.
This was what I needed. To be with someone completely different. To be with someone, just because I desired them, not because I loved them. That’s what made it so different. Keith moved forward and pushed his lips on mine, putting his hand in the small of my back. His tongue opened my lips and entered my mouth. The ball of fire in my stomach exploded.
Hot bits and pieces shot all through my body. I grabbed him and pushed my mouth on his even firmer. Our tongues where touching, I could taste him, and he tasted incredibly masculine, causing me to let out a gasp of pleasure. I pushed him down on the bed and kneeled in front of him, not letting go of his big brown eyes. I could hear him breathe heavily and I could see the bulge in his tight pants grow. I undid his belt and opened his pants. He let out a big sigh when I took his cock in my mouth. It was already very hard. I moved back and took off my vest and dress.
When I was standing before him in my bra and panties, standing steady on my boots, he took off his blouse, revealing a tanned, muscled upper body, decorated with a single long necklace with a shark tooth on it. He got up and I took his pants and his snake leather shoes off. His fingers brushed my face and shoulders and he started kissing my neck. I could feel I was getting very wet and I took his hand and moved it towards my pussy. When he rubbed over my panties he moaned, feeling the moist. I pushed him on the bed and sat on top of him.
I took off my bra and he cupped my beasts with his hands. They where rough, firm hands. He took off my panties and pulled me down and we kissed passionately again. I was as wet as could be and he was only getting harder, I positioned myself on top of him, slowly lowering myself, leading his cock. When he entered my pussy I felt like screaming with pleasure. I started moving back and forth. Our moans came together and formed one big voice, only making us more horny. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down, positioning me underneath him. He started to fuck me while looking deep into my eyes. First slowly, but soon I was whispering “fuck me harder”.
His cock filled my pussy completely. He was moving faster, occasionally bowing down to lick my neck or kiss me. Never letting go of my eyes. He grabbed my leg and put it up in the air, staring to pound me, his balls slapping against my ass. I arched my back and moaned with pleasure. He used his free hand to rub my throbbing clit, throwing his head back and letting out grunts of pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building up. I even caught myself moaning and whispering his name a few times.
“Fuck Stevie, I’m gonna come!’’ he said, grabbing my leg even tighter.
“Me too!” I gasped.
He started rubbing my clit even more and I licked my hands, moving them over my erect nipples. I could feel the orgasm starting to spread through my loins, causing my pelvis to move uncontrollably. Keith let out a low scream when he came inside me. I grabbed his neck and pushed my lips on his, to stop me from screaming when I came. I could feel his cum, warm, spreading, mixing with mine, dripping over my legs. He pulled out and lay on top of me, being careful not to crush me. We held on to each others sweating body’s for at least fifteen minutes without speaking. Then he rolled over and we lay on our sides facing each other, saying nothing. Because there where no words necessary.
We got under the covers he spooned me, stroking my hair and whispering in my ear. I could still feel his cum on my legs and inside me. I felt tired and I could feel my eyes closing. It felt safe and warm. We had barely spoken to each other but it felt like I was with some one I’d known my whole life. Soon our breaths became deep and rhythmic as we fell down through the arms of sleep.
I woke up feeling sad. I turned around in the big bed, reaching out for a man I knew was gone. It was then that it dawned on me what I had done.
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