The next night...

"Are you sure you don't need anything else?"

"Yes, Karen, I'm fine." Stevie said. "You can take the rest of the night off. Go wild and crazy
."

"Ha." Karen checked her purse one last time. "Sure you don't want me to stick around in case you need a buffer?"

"No. I really think he just needs to talk. It's so weird that he should be so distant, you know? And then for him to mention problems at home right away...not that his home has ever been that great anyways." She rolled her eyes. "Anyways, I just hope he's ok."

She awoke from her internal monologue to find her assistant staring back at her eyebrows raised and tapping on her purse impatiently.

"Go." She mock shooed her away. "I'll be ok. Promise." She smiled.

"Well call me if you need anything at all!" Karen called out as she headed for the door.

Once the hotel door shut Stevie glanced at
the time. 7:03.

He'll be here soon. Maybe I should order some room service? Snacks?

She started to fidget, pacing around, glancing at herself when she passed by a mirror, all while the thoughts in her head kept coming at her like a speeding train.

I wonder what he has to say? Could they be getting a divorce? It must be something serious if he completely ignored everybody for months. I hope the kids are ok.

She smiled at the thought of his kids. At one of the band's last shows in L.A, Leelee had been the only Buckingham in attendance. They had gotten to spend a little one-on-one time together before the show and it was so special. They giggled and gossiped and chatted like no time had passed.

Eventually Lindsey walked in to find Leelee and the three of them then hung out for a bit. For a moment, Stevie got a glimpse of another life. She made eye contact with Lindsey and she could swear he felt it too.

When she found herself walking past the same mirror she had already passed by 20 times before she took a deep breath. Adjusting her hair and inspecting her makeup-free face. She pulled down her cold-shoulder top just a little.

She looked at the clock again. 7:30.

Then came the knock.

After a lot of time I am giving this story another shot 😅 it's short, heavy on exposition, internal monologue, and a bit rusty but I'm excited to get it going again! Hope you enjoy!