let's just forget 'say you will' ever happened
I woke up this morning and put on The Dance, and it still feels the same after all these years--that big, heavy, solid rhythm section, all the familiar opening notes, the voices I know better than my own. In a way, I feel closer to that album than to anyone I knew at the time. I remember piling pillows on the floor in front of the television in the dark, every night, long after everyone had gone to bed, curling up and watching the video even though I'd already memorized every shot. I remember going to bed with my headphones on and my CD player tucked against my side, falling asleep to the sound of Lindsey's guitar. I remember how much I loved Stevie's voice, and and how The Wild Heart still reminds me of cold afternoons, and how I went to Hollywood and combed through every music memorabilia shop, because there is still something special about having touched their albums in the place where it all started, like it was 1977 and it was all new. I probably loved Fleetwood Mac more than anyone when I was fifteen--my first love wasn't a boy, or a girl, but a band. And that's never going to happen again.
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