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10/17/2021 06:43 PM 

Room At The Top

 

October 1st, 2017
London, England

 

Well, this was a last-minute trip.

Having a few days off from Fleetwood Mac’s tour, Stevie was relaxing at home when Tom gave her a call to fly out to England and do a show with him. Nothing major, just them doing a couple of songs together then she could perform if she wanted - like she would say anything besides yes. Anyone who knows Stevie knows she will never say no for a chance to be on stage - and to be on stage with someone like Tom? She’d jump through fire for that chance whenever she can get it, but that was for a different reason that she decided a long time ago to keep to herself. He was happy with where he was in life and who he was with, and yeah back in the day they slept together a few times, but now? Now she just wants what is best for him -- and she doesn’t think it’s her, no matter how much she wishes it was.

Ever since she woke up the morning of the show she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach like something was wrong or something was going to happen. Trying to shake it, she called back to the States to anyone she could think of to make sure everything was okay. She called her brother and his wife, Chris, and Lori, and even made sure her niece Jess was okay. She called the band, asking Mick, John, and Lindsey if their kids were okay before calling Christine to ensure she was. Even making Karen call her immediate family to see if they were okay, Stevie was quite puzzled why the feeling just didn’t go away, but she shrugged it off as soon as she walked into her little trailer to get ready and she saw two dozen red and black roses on a table. A big smile formed on her face while she walked over to the table they were sitting on as she grabbed the card that was with them.

"𝐿𝑒𝑑 π‘šπ‘’ 𝑔𝑒𝑒𝑠𝑠, π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘¦'π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š 𝐿𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑒𝑦"

Karen’s monotone in her voice was just another reminder of how much she hated the constant on-again-off-again relationship between her and her former boyfriend and how much she truly didn’t like Lindsey. Karen had every right, she’s been there many nights when Lindsey has left Stevie crying over one reason or another and she had picked up the pieces. Stevie opened the little envelope that was on the flowers before running her index finger over the black ink. His handwriting was probably one of the most gorgeous things in the world - right along with his smile. Shaking her head, Stevie looked over her shoulder at Karen before handing her the small note. “They’re from Tom.”

Darlin’,

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’m glad you decided to come out tonight. Have a drink with me after the show? I think we need to talk, I have something that I need to tell you. See you on your velvet underground

Tom.

The entire time she was getting ready up until she was in the wings of the stage, Stevie’s mind was focused on the last part of his card - he had something he needed to talk to her about. Could the bad feeling she was having not really be a bad feeling, but a feeling that something is about to change? Not sure what to think of it, Stevie just decided to try to throw caution to the wind and try to let it go so she could get through the show. Deciding she would do Stand Back and Edge of Seventeen after Tom and her numbers, Stevie got snapped out of her thoughts as she heard a beat to a song that she hadn’t heard him play in almost twenty years, and the feeling she had when she woke up this morning slammed her like a ton of bricks. Tom knew how much she loved this song, but why was he doing it ater all this time of not doing it? Raising an eyebrow, a smile still on her face due to the positive reaction from the crowd, Stevie felt herself leaning against an equipment box while her heart raced. Something about him singing this song love hit her in the core, whether it was because she could relate to it so well or she has seen how far he has come from when he wrote the song, and throughout the recording of Echo, to this moment. As the song played and he sang, Stevie had her mind play the reason why she’s so in love with him, countless memories since 1981 flooded her mind. The good and the bad, the way they saw each other at their best and worst, and yet here they were. Letting her eyes grow soft as she watched him, her right eyebrow raised when he turned slightly on stage - just enough for her to realize he was looking at her - while the lyrics “Please love me, I’m not so bad, and I love you so” escaped his lips. At that moment, Stevie’s gut felt like it had just been punched, him turning back to face the fans like it was nothing as she made a mental note to ask him about it over a drink tonight. Did he mean it the way he thought she did? Was he trying to say something using a song he knew she loved? Was she reading into it too much? Being once again snapped out of her thoughts as Tom introduced her to the crowd, the cheers almost deafening, Stevie let her feeling about the matter where she was leaning as she pushed herself off the box and walked out on the stage.

About an hour later, as soon as her platform boots would land backstage, she would make a straight shot to Tom’s trailer. During the entire time that she was on stage singing Edge of Seventeen that gut feeling that something bad was going to happen kept punching her with every note she sang. Bypassing anyone who wanted to talk to her, including Karen and Mike Campbell, Stevie’s gut feeling was only growing more intense the closer she got to Tom’s trailer. Was it nerves? Was he going to confess a love like the love she had for him? Was she overthinking him doing the song earlier? Feeling her hands become sweaty as she saw his name on the trailer, Stevie would take a few deep breaths before she would slowly start to walk up the stairs. As she extended her arm to grab the handle, she heard the first verse of Room at the Top and it was as if someone took the air directly out of her lungs. She knew this feeling she had, and had been having all day was about this moment and she didn’t think it was going to end the way she hoped it would. Slowly opening the door, Stevie walked in as she saw an empty pill bottle on the floor, her whole body starting to shake as her chocolate brown orbs slowly trailed to the right as the blood curding scream she let out was something like she never let out before “MICHAEL! KAREN! SOMEBODY!”

Her eyes fell on Tom laying on the ground, the pill bottle most likely rolling out of his hand as he fell.

Falling to her knees as she crawled over to him, Stevie felt her eyes quickly start watering as she pressed her index and middle finger to her neck. Feeling a weak pulse and him still warm, Stevie would lay her head on his chest as her sobs quickly became uncontrollable. How could he do this? He can’t die and leave her here without him, she needs to know what he wanted to talk about - was he in love with her, too? She heard voices behind her, she thinks one of them was Michael, but before she knew it she felt Karen’s arms around her waist to pull her away from Tom as some EMT’s quickly squatted down and started to get him ready to put him on a backboard. Trying to pull away from Karen’s grasp, her assistant’s words knifed her soul in a way she hasn’t felt it been knifed in twenty years. "𝑆𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒, β„Žπ‘’ 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 π‘Ž --"He’s NOT f***ing dead, Karen” Stevie cried out, the EMT’s quickly working on getting him on the backboard before they stood up and grabbed him off the ground. “I gotta go with him” "πΉπ‘™π‘’π‘’π‘‘π‘€π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘ π‘€π‘Žπ‘ π‘”π‘œπ‘’π‘  π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘˜ π‘œπ‘› π‘‘π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘π‘€π‘œ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘¦π‘ , 𝑆𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒" The fact Karen even brought up the band and the tour made Stevie’s blood boil. “I don’t give a f*** about Fleetwood Mac right now. They can understand or they can find someone else to do the goddamn tour with” Stevie fully pulled herself out of Karen’s embrace and followed the EMT’s out of his trailer. She couldn’t lose him, she lost so many people in her life, but she couldn’t handle losing him, not without him knowing how she’s in love with him and not knowing if he feels the same way. When she went to walk out the door, she realized the song was getting to the same point that caught her off guard earlier in the evening.. She couldn’t lose him, not like this, she needed him, she needed him to know she was in love with him - and she needed to know if he felt the same like she thought. She couldn’t be in a world where Tom Petty wasn’t, and she didn’t care what she had to do, who she needed to talk to, or what money she needed to pay - if she could have any control of it she wasn’t losing him. “I love you, you can’t leave me…” she whispered through her tears as she walked with the EMT’s, the same line that hit her gut earlier playing in the distance as they rushed to the ambulance. 

Please love me, I’m not so bad, and I love you so”

 

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