#linda ronstadt fan fiction

[gothcsz]

𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒆 / Chapter VI.

PAIRING: Javier Peña x Original Female Character

SUMMARY: The highly anticipated state fair performance. Here's what I envision Paloma singing: Gunpowder & Lead - Miranda Lambert, One Way or Another - Blondie, Poor, Poor Pitiful Me - Linda Ronstadt, Edge of Seventeen - Stevie Nicks.

WORD COUNT: 8k

RATING: 18+ Mature topics such as sex, drugs, murder, the occult, religion, cannibalism and other triggering matters will be explored in this body of work. Minors DNI.

CHAPTER SPECIFIC TAGS: The interrupted right before kissing trope is strong with this one, i think most of this is considered fluff, they're still pining after one another, other things that I'm probably forgetting.

DISCLAIMER/WARNINGS: The Javier Peña referenced in this body of work is solely based off of the character that appears in Netflix’s Narcos and not the actual person. Very canon divergent and I will tweak things as I see fit to compliment the narrative of this story. While efforts have been made to be accurate in terms of canon timeline, a lot of details will be fictionalized, including the usage of the song(s) that Paloma will perform throughout the story.

A/N: as promised, here's the other chapter for the week! i had so much fun writing this and expanding on their dynamic omg… first of all a little commotion for miss paloma…. the icon that she is! also couldn't help myself by having javi wear that sexy ass blue shirt in this… he is just so handsome… i need him BIBLICALLY i fear! i hope you guys enjoy reading, i have so much planned for this fic and it's going to get really messy here soon (: i might even post a lil moodboard for it. anyways feel free to drop any type of feedback/support on this blog or ao3. i'd really appreciate it <3

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Finally , it’s the day of her long awaited state fair performance and Paloma is absolutely overflowing with anticipation, her energy bounding through the house like a whirlwind.

The night before was a restless blur, nerves and excitement intertwining to steal away her sleep. 

She had read a variety of newspaper articles to get more information on the fair itself. She uncovered the staggering scope of its annual attendance; a revelation that both fueled her trepidation and determination.

Her heart pounded like distant drums as the reality set in: hundreds, no, thousands of eyes would be fixed upon her. The prospect thrilled her to her core, igniting a fiery passion within, yet it also stirred a profound stage fright.

Rarely does she feel said stage fright; memory of her last instance likely dating back to when she was fourteen, trembling as she took the stage at The Whiskey Fox for the very first time. Since then, her journey has been a voyage of calm seas, and now, as she's grown into her own, Paloma is enveloped in a sense of serene confidence.

It’s understandable that she’s apprehensive about transitioning from a smaller venue to a stage at a grander event. There’s a tinge of sadness in her heart knowing that her father wouldn’t be there to accompany her. He’s witnessed her artistic evolution firsthand and has always been her staunchest supporter. Her number one fan.

Unfortunately, duty calls and with Jessica Valdez still missing; he was needed here.

On the other hand, Javier’s presence was not as essential, and Romeo practically burst with joyful relief when Paloma revealed that the deputy sheriff would be her companion all the way to Dallas.

Just as she had expected.

Earlier in the morning, before heading off to the station, the sheriff had popped into her bedroom to wish her luck. With a tender gaze, he doted on his daughter, expressing his pride in her and, in his own unique manner, even offered a subtle apology for his recent behavior. As always, she embraced his understanding with ease, and in that moment, the weight of apprehension that had been bearing down on her lifted, replaced by a sense of relief and reassurance.

She’s currently stationed in her bedroom, sitting at her vanity and meticulously rolling her thick locks into velvety coils that she intends to keep in place throughout the entire four-hour journey to the city. Her face is bare, body clad in a tank top and shorts and she doesn’t plan on doing much to her appearance until they make it to the fairgrounds.

As a soft rumble fills the air, she casts a glance out of her bedroom window, her lips curling into a smile at the sight of Javier's truck rolling into view.

Fuck , she reflects on the unexpected bravery it took to ask him to join her. While her primary concern was appeasing her father, she also couldn't deny the appeal of spending time with him.

Despite her bold and flirtatious gestures, Paloma is sure that if the opportunity to actually fuck him ever arose, she would be overcome with nervousness. Don’t get her wrong; she longs to indulge her selfish desires and surrender to him completely. Yet, the thought of not meeting his expectations casts a shadow of doubt.

Oh, for fucks sake, Paloma–– when have you ever cared about living up to a man's expectations?

She scoffs at herself, bobby pin between her teeth as she rushes down the stairs to answer Javier’s knocking.

“ I am on time, right? ” He quips, his voice carrying a playful tone from the other side of the screen door since the wooden door that usually blocks it is wide open.

“ Sure are. I’m the one that's runnin’ behind. Don’t worry–– just gotta get my damn hair rolled up and we'll be ready to go. You can come in. ” She motions for him to enter, pausing in the hallway that stretches toward the foyer. She steals a moment to glance at her reflection in the mirror, deftly sliding the bobby pin into her hair to secure the roller in place.

As Javier crosses the threshold, the screen door emits a reluctant groan, briefly stirring the awareness that they are alone once more in the house. However, her attention remains steadfast on ensuring her hair is perfectly secured, leaving no room for weariness to take hold.

His gaze lingers on her figure, igniting a gentle flush that spreads across her cheeks and down her neck as she becomes acutely aware of the extent of her attire’s exposure. The lack of a bra allows her breasts to sway with every subtle movement, her nipples prominent against the fabric.

“ Need help gettin’ anything into the car, nena ? ” With a casual lean against the wall where the mirror hangs, he directs his question to her. In response, her eyes momentarily flicker towards him, a subtle effort evident in her attempt to prevent her blush from deepening any further.

“ Yeah, it’s all in my room. ” She spins on her heel, striding towards the stairs, with him silently shadowing her steps. The realization dawns on her that he will soon enter her room, prompting her eyes to widen in alarm as she takes in the chaotic scene before her— it looks like a fucking tornado has run through the space.

She doesn't have any time to block him from seeing it though, and she bites down on her tongue and mentally curses herself for not cleaning up as she got ready.

Though considering how frantic she’s been all morning, of course she hadn't stopped to think about tidying up.

“ Sorry for the mess… it’s been a morning. ” She grumbles and Javier can't help but be amused.

Surveying the room from the doorway, he takes in the entirety of the space, his broad figure remaining at the threshold. Posters adorn the walls in a scattered mosaic, each reflecting her eclectic tastes. From the timeless southern charm of Dolly Parton to the ethereal melodies of Fleetwood Mac and the vibrant rhythms of Donna Summer. Their presence doesn't surprise him. Instead, they offer a window into her personality, providing insight into her passions and preferences.

Javier tries not to analyze her by the things she has in her bedroom, yet he finds himself irresistibly drawn in.

It’s a facet of his innate curiosity.

He notices the scattered articles of clothing, a digital piano tucked away in the distant corner, and her bed left invitingly tousled and he can't help but imagine how soft her sheets must be, laced with the natural smell of her. 

Amidst the wall space left by absent posters, her bedroom is adorned with an array of framed personal photographs, each encapsulating cherished memories from childhood whimsy to high school triumphs, and all the moments in between.

Yet, it’s the family portrait resting atop her vanity that draws Javier’s eye. He strains to decipher the intricate details of the photograph from where he stands, its contents obscured by the tilt of the frame. 

Paloma, attuned to his intense focus, trails his gaze, her stomach tightening at the realization.

Oh.

“ Here, it's my makeup bag and outfit. Please be careful taking this down. I spent all morning ironing it. ” In an effort to divert his attention from the photograph, Paloma passes him her belongings. He carefully examines her features in an attempt at finding reason for her reaction, a half smile tugging at his lips.

“ So bossy, hermosa . Don't worry–– your things are in capable hands. ” He is reluctant to depart, preferring to linger and observe her as she completes her preparations, all the while mentally dissecting her character through the lens of her bedroom’s decor.

“ Sorry, I’m just nervous. ” She confesses, making her way back to her dresser, inconspicuously moving the photo of her, her mother and father out of the way as she returns to the tedious task of curling then rolling her hair.

“ You'll be fine. Pressure can either crush you or make you shine brighter. Let it be the latter. And hey, no matter what happens tonight–– I'll be right there cheering you on. ” The reassurance flows from him without much thought, a rare occurrence for this man who typically struggles with offering comfort. There's a naturalness to it, as if they’re drawn from some deep wellspring within him, bypassing the usual barriers of hesitation and uncertainty.

Paloma, sensing the sincerity in his gaze reflected back at her through the mirror, finds herself caught in the spell of his eyes. In that fleeting connection, she grants him a tender smile, her heart responding to his unspoken affection.

Unsurprisingly, the words bring her some ease, especially since she’s aware of how difficult it can be for him to muster up any type of verbal compassion. He’s a man of few words, after all, so each one carries extra weight when they escape his lips.

“ Thanks, cowboy, M’grateful for your support… and y’know, for taggin’ along even though you didn't have to. ” He nods at her, letting the comfortable silence speak for itself as she continues to get ready.

He senses the underlying urgency within her. Experience whispers caution in his ear, reminding him of the cardinal rule gleaned from years of female companionship: never incur their wrath while they are in the midst of getting ready. And so, he tears himself away, surrendering to the unspoken dictates of the feminine domain.

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They're just thirty minutes away from their destination, yet she remains fixated on the changing landscape outside the window. Her claim of not leaving Seminary in over a decade rings true, evident in the awe reflected in her eyes at the sight of skyscrapers and influx of people.

Javier can’t help but find her genuine amazement endearing, particularly as she gazes out with her hair pinned up stylishly, secured by a silk scarf. The journey to Dallas spans four hours, but the lively conversation between them makes the time fly by, rendering the trip far shorter than it actually is.

Their growing closeness feels like a beautiful risk as they delve deeper into each other's lives with every passing mile.

“ Y'know, I actually do know some Spanish. ” she remarked, drumming her fingers lightly against her thigh.

“ I had a hunch when you never asked me to translate my sweet talking. ” With an arrogant smirk, he looks over at her.

His smirk has her playfully rolling her eyes, “ No puedo leer o escribir tan bien, pero entiendo y hablo en forma conversacional. (I can't read it or write it very well, but I understand it and speak conversationally.)” In a tender twist, her voice took on a sweeter tone in the other language, prompting Javi to shift in his seat, attempting to refrain from envisioning the enchanting timbre of her words whispered intimately in the quiet sanctuary of his sheets.

“ Tu acento (Your accent) … Argentinian? ” He's got a real talent for picking up languages and accents, honed through his international collaborations in the field.

Paloma just shrugged, “ Your guess is as good as mine. My momma taught me and she never really talked about her life before meetin' daddy and stuff. I never really asked questions. After she passed, I didn't keep up with it as much as I should have. ”

The pauses in their conversation are rare, occurring only when the topics of family or his experiences in Colombia arise. Javier notices her keen interest in these subjects, her curiosity palpable. While he has been guarded about delving into anything beyond surface-level details, he finds himself gradually warming up to the notion of sharing a glimpse of his past with her, if only to satisfy her insatiable curiosity.

Yet, he holds back. This wasn’t the time. He wasn't about to cast a shadow over her spirits.

“ I can’t believe this is happening. ”

Paloma disrupts the tranquil hush that had settled between them, her fascination with the scenery outside pulling her into the moment.

“ Well, believe it cariño because we're not too far from the fairgrounds. ” 

“ It’s like... a dream. I know, I might sound naive and childish gettin' this worked up about performing at a damn fair. It just means a lot to me. I’ve poured my heart into my music for so long and to see it culminate in this moment is just... thrilling . ”  

A pang of longing for her mother’s presence washes over her, silently echoing within her thoughts. Yet she refrains from uttering the sentiment aloud, keeping her yearning hidden beneath a veil of silence.

“ It’s a big and well deserved step forward, Paloma. ” He pauses briefly, looking over at her, “ This means the world to you. You’re going to be amazing. ”

Javier's hand, warm and reassuring, gently finds hers, creating a tender connection that sends a surge of warmth coursing through her veins. The soft brush of his skin against hers ignites a gentle flutter in her chest, stirring feelings she doesn’t want to admit. It’s as if a silent symphony plays between their touch, drawing her attention away from the captivating scenery outside and directing it towards him.

With a soft, almost imperceptible smile, she meets his gaze, finding a silent reassurance and a flicker of something more lingering in his brown eyes.

Arriving at their designated area, meticulously mapped out in a thorough letter sent by Wendy to Paloma, she eagerly jumps out of his truck, bubbling with excitement, while he indulgently rolls his eyes at her enthusiasm.

Delighted to find the band already present and nearly done with setup, she breezes towards them despite her ridiculous appearance, exuding a radiant glow that outshines any imperfection. Her infectious happiness spreads like wildfire as she enthusiastically runs through the rundown of the gig with the group.

Javier stays out of the way, leaning against the bed of his truck.With a cigarette between his fingers and wisps of smoke curling into the air, he drifts into introspection

His mind becomes a labyrinth of memories, weaving through the tapestry of his past—the triumphs and tribulations, the moments of light and shadow. Amidst the haze of contemplation, he finds clarity in the decision that brought him to this juncture: the choice to refrain from confronting the Cali cartel.

Having spent years evading the ordinary, Javier stumbles upon an unforeseen refuge in monotony. With the weight of his taxing agent job finally lifted, he embraces the simplicity of everyday life with a newfound sense of relief.

As the days pass, Javier slowly discovers a peace he has long evaded, savoring the quiet moments that once seemed dull.

He finds himself drifting into a restful slumber, albeit for a few hours, a small victory against the insomnia that consistently torments him. In the gentle rhythm of routine, he begins to rediscover himself, finding solace in the tranquility he once feared.

While the looming homicide cases in Seminary present formidable challenges, each one a puzzle demanding his attention, he approaches them with a newfound confidence. It’s a stark contrast to the uncertainty that had clouded his final days in Colombia.

However, amidst this newfound tranquility, there persists a secret too delicate to utter aloud. His ongoing infatuation with Paloma, a woman whose presence has become both a source of comfort and turmoil. He won’t acknowledge that her presence in his life plays a significant role in his newfound ability to cope. Such complexities are best left uncharted, buried beneath the surface of their convoluted relationship.

Engrossed in his thoughts, Javier doesn’t notice when Paloma approaches him.

“ M’gonna go get ready. Sure you can survive a few hours without me? ” She teases him and he exhales the smoke away from her, the sunglasses on his face masking the adoration gleaming in his eyes.

“ I think I should be asking you that question, palomita . ” The new term of endearment sends her heart aflutter, and she can't help but feel how it resonates more when Javier says it in Spanish compared to when August had uttered it in English...

Little dove.

“ In that case, no, I’d simply crumble without you. ” She over exaggerates her words, punctuating them with playful gestures and a touch of dramatic flair.

Their laughter intertwines, and her smile blooms into a radiant expression of affection.

“ Órale nena , go get ready before you're late to your own performance. ” Javier indulges in another puff of his cigarette, and like the good girl she is, she saunters around the truck to fetch her belongings before heading off to the portable trailer, her makeshift dressing room.

In Paloma’s absence, he engages in conversation with the band members. Comprising three men and one woman, they share with him the story of how they met and how Paloma reignited their passion for music. The narrative resonates with her persona and innate ability to effortlessly charm those in her presence.

Javier an unsuspecting victim of this charm.

When the sun begins to set, he looks down at his watch to check the time as her lively voice draws near.

“ Alright, y'all, how do I look? ”

Javier's gaze alighted upon her, it was as if the world around him faded into insignificance, leaving only her radiant presence to fill his senses. His breath caught in his chest, suspended in the awe that washes over him like a gentle tide. In the depths of his soul, a symphony of emotions stirred, each note resonating with the profound beauty that she effortlessly embodies.

She beams with pride at the ensemble she’s meticulously curated.

A crimson leather corset embraces her waist with finesse, fashioned in the likeness of a halter top, baring her shoulders and presenting a tantalizing canvas of skin for all eyes to see. Her cleavage commands attention, accentuated by her mother’s cross pendant nestled against her breasts. She had transformed a pair of aged low-rise jeans, adding intricate rhinestone patterns promised to dance enchantingly under the glare of the stage lights.

The buckle on her belt is beautiful and distinguishable, an important accessory down here in Texas; she’s made sure that her boots match her attire.

Her hair cascades in perfect waves, thick and luscious, framing her face with a touch of effortless glamor. It’s been a long time since she’s had a full face of makeup on, and the strip lashes are uncomfortable against the sensitive skin but beauty is pain and goddamnit she’s stunning .

She feels the part of a super star, and her band members do nothing but boost her ego as they begin to shower her in compliments and friendly catcalls. She indulges them with a twirl, allowing them to admire her outfit from every angle.

Javier stays silent, dumbfounded entirely by how fucking hot she looks.

“ I think I just saw a horsefly fly into his mouth. ” One of the bandmates teases and this has Javier snapping out of it, meeting Paloma's expectant gaze.

For a man who always has something to say, especially in the company of beautiful women, he finds himself at a loss for words.

“ You look gorgeous, querida . ”

She blushes, murmuring a soft ‘thank you’ as her eyes momentarily flicker down to her square-toed boots. It’s exasperating how easily he can get her flustered. The compliment isn’t extravagant, yet it strikes her deeply nonetheless.

She won’t admit that the extra effort she invested in her appearance tonight was not just for the event; but also for him . She is aware that Javier finds her attractive and it harbors this desire to unveil a new facet of her beauty to him so he can see all the types of beautiful she can be.

As the rest of the group disperses to squeeze in some last minute warm ups, Paloma saunters toward him. Her hands rest confidently on her hips as his gaze traverses the curves of her form, unabashed and unapologetic.

“ I’m serious. You look hot and I know you’ll look even better when you’re up there doin’ what you’re so passionate about. ” His words have her heart racing, igniting a kaleidoscope of fireworks that burst with intensity within her core.

“ You're quite the charmer, aren’t you?” 

“ Only when I’m around someone as captivating as you. ”

Fuck.

“ Flattery will get you everywhere , you know. ”

“ Is that so? ” With a contemplative tilt of his head, he gazes at her, his aviators now absent, allowing her to lose herself in the depths of his enchanting eyes. “ Well, in that case, I’ll have to keep it coming. After all, I can’t resist making a beautiful woman smile. ”

They stand toe to toe, Paloma tilting her chin upward to meet his gaze while Javier gently inclines his head downward to meet her eyes.

As he looks down at her, the thought of planting a gentle kiss on her lips, a token of good luck, flits through his mind. Just as the impulse begins to take hold, fate intervenes and Paloma is called to the stage, leaving their moment suspended in anticipation.

“ Break a leg, palomita . ” He tells her, stepping back so she can make her way up the steps.

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It is both everything yet nothing she expected.

As she ascended the stage, she discerned a comforting familiarity: the typical audience size from her usual gigs back home. This recognition alone served as a balm to her nerves, reassuring her that she could handle it.

It felt decidedly manageable. Yet, as the performance progressed, the crowd swelled to such a density that individual faces blurred into an indistinguishable mass, a sea of humanity stretching before her.

With every fiber of her being, she poured herself into that performance, channeling raw emotion and passion into each note. This may very well be her first and last time gracing an event this grand, and she was determined to leave an indelible mark.

As the music swelled and her voice soared, she ignited a fire within the hearts of her audience, each chord resonating with an intensity that transcends mere sound. This wasn’t just a performance; it was a cathartic release, a showcase of her skills.

It is no surprise that the crowd was thoroughly charmed and entertained beyond measure.

As the final note faded into the night, she knew she’d given it her all, leaving nothing but her heart and soul on that stage.

She reaches the familiar backstage area where they had spent the entire afternoon, exuding palpable excitement and practically launching herself into Javier’s awaiting embrace. He catches her with ease, sensing the electrifying energy coursing through her as her arms wrap tightly around him in a warm hug. With her legs securely wrapped around his waist, he spins her around in a joyful twirl before gently lowering her back to the ground, their shared enthusiasm filling the air with an infectious energy.

“ You did so good, hermosa . ” Javier gazes warmly at her, his lips curved in a genuine smile. 

“ That was so exhilarating, holy shit! ” The explicits fly from her lips and this only deepens his amusement, his heart warmed by her spirited expression.

“ Like, I almost blacked out out of excitement. ” Paloma inhales deeply, her chest expanding and contracting with each breath, her heart pounding so vigorously it feels as if it might leap from her chest at any moment.

The rest of the band gathers around, exchanging congratulations and warm embraces. Paloma takes a moment to express her heartfelt gratitude, her voice tinged with sentimentality as she thanks them for steadfastly supporting her seemingly silly musical aspirations.

“ Oh, that reminds me, ” She breaks away from the small group, strolling over to Javier's truck. Retrieving her purse, she rummages inside and retrieves a disposable camera she had brought along for the occasion. “ Can you take a picture of us? ” She asks with a gentle pout, her eyes sparkling as she looks up at Javier.

“ ‘Course.” Javi readily accepts the camera from her hand wordlessly and steps back to make sure they’re all in frame. He snaps the photo, the flash is blinding for the split second it appears before he hands her back the camera.

“ Gracias cowboy. ” 

Her voice carries a delightful sweetness tinged with playful flirtation and a touch of eager anticipation that has him feeling like a lovestruck fool.

The band leaves to head back home, the sun now fully settled as Javier and Paloma remain. Their figures casually propped against his truck, casting a relaxed silhouette against the backdrop of the vibrant fair lights sprawled out before them.

“ We should get going–– ”

“ You're kidding, right? ” Paloma interrupts, leveraging herself off the hood of the truck with a fluid motion, positioning herself directly in his line of sight. Her hands find their place firmly on her hips, projecting an aura of assertiveness.

“ No…? ” He says unsurely, his gaze sweeping over her form from head to toe.

“ I haven’t been to the fair since I was a kid. I just have to ride one ride... and indulge in some fried goodness... and maybe try one of those tricky carnival games, ” She shares eagerly, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

She gazes at him with those bewitching eyes of hers, he silently curses himself for knowing he’ll give in.

“ I dunno, princesa , it’s getting pretty late… ” Fighting a fight he knows he’ll lose, he still moves forward with his opposition. The least desirable outcome from staying late would be facing an irate sheriff questioning why his daughter returned home in the dead of night instead of the earlier time she’d promised.

“ Oh don’t be such a stick in the mud. We’re allowed to have fun every once and a while. If it’s my daddy you're worried about; he’ll get over it. ” Paloma draws nearer to him, her hands delicately clasped behind her back, the enchanting fusion of her perfume and her innate scent enthralls him completely.

Javier can't help but surrender to her charm.

“ Fine . ”

A large smile spreads on her crimson tinted lips and she squeals, clapping her hands together before tugging him in the direction of the bustling fair.

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Their night out together comes with an unforeseen touch of spontaneity. The first thing Paloma does is drag him over to a food stand where she proceeds to order a funnel cake, fried oreos and two way too large lemonades.

“ Fried oreos? ” His nose scrunches at the idea which earns him a soft slap to the arm.

“ They are quite literally the best damn thing to ever be invented. ” She defends the unhealthy snack, reaching into her bag to pull out money to pay but Javier stops her before she gets the chance to. 

As he smoothly glides a bill across the counter, Paloma feels a warm flush creep up her cheeks at the simple gesture. A flicker of uncertainty dances in her mind as she ponders the significance of this moment—is it possible that this is... a date?

No , certainly it isn’t. It’s an outing between two friends. He is just being a gentleman and paying for their food. No big deal, right?

In the quiet recesses of her mind, she revisits their flirty exchange shared just moments before she took the stage and the gentle display of affection that followed after her performance had concluded.

Don't overthink it, Paloma, just enjoy the moment.

So, she pushes all those thoughts aside as they patiently wait for their order. 

“ I'll be the judge of that. ” He grumbles with his arms folded protectively across his chest.

Paloma finds herself entranced by the sight of him. His torso is adorned in a brightly colored blue shirt that accentuates his handsome features paired with jeans that cling to him sinfully tight. She marvels at how effortlessly he pulls off this 70s-inspired ensemble, a testament to his unique charm and allure. It’s just one more reason among many why she finds him so irresistibly attractive.

Their order number is called and they swiftly collect their things, moving over to an empty picnic table and sitting across from each other.

“ Alright, be prepared to have your mind blown. ” She plucks one of the golden-fried treats from the paper tray and slides the remainder enticingly across the table to him.

Javier eyes the dessert carefully before picking one up and observing it.

“ There is no way this is good for you. ” He remarks skeptically.

“ It's not supposed to be good for you it's supposed to taste good. ” Paloma counters, taking a bite and emitting a satisfied hum at the burst of flavor, “ If that's the case then you shouldn't smoke. There’s no way cigarettes are good for you . ” She mocks him, a playful glint in her eye as he scoffs in response.

Following her lead, he gingerly takes a bite, his brow furrowing at the unexpected taste.

“ Absolutely not, ” He declares, confirming his verdict with a decisive shake of his head.

“ Oh, you are so lame. ” They laugh and she drags the tray over to her side, “ Whatever, more for me. Just please don’t tell me you’re a funnel cake hater too. ” She plops another one into her mouth, her gaze fixated on him and eyes gleaming playfully.

“ Rest assured I’m not a funnel cake hater. It was my favorite growing up. Haven’t had one in ages. ” Now that, Javier easily snacks on as they seamlessly weave through conversations, trading tales of cherished childhood snacks.

Once they finish, he gathers their garbage and goes to dispose of it in a bin nearby. Upon his return to the table, his eyes sweep the surroundings, only to discover that they are no longer in solitude; a small group of individuals has gravitated towards Paloma, eager to engage her in conversation.

Amidst their conversation, he catches fragments of praise floating in the air, surmising that they must be members of the audience who had seen her perform not too long ago.

His suspicions are proven right once they leave and she turns to him with a bright smile.

“ Looks like I’m not your only groupie anymore. ” 

“ Oh don't be jealous. You'll always be my favorite. ” As she rises from her seat to join him, he gently intercepts, his gaze fixating on a subtle trace of powdered sugar lingering at the corner of her lips.

“ Hold on… ” He murmurs, stepping closer to her, bringing his thumb up to his lips then wiping away at the spot.

A shiver dances down her spine, her breath catching in her throat as his seemingly simple gesture sends waves of arousal rippling through her. He is driving her  crazy .

“ I–– thank you. ” She blushes, “ Oh man, that means I had a whole conversation with food on my face. ” Slightly embarrassed, she slaps her palm against her forehead and he chuckles at her.

“ There are worst things to be embarrassed over. ” He shrugs and she nods,“ So , what now miss I absolutely have to stay and enjoy the fair . ” Javier teases, as they begin to walk around the fairgrounds. 

Paloma rolls her eyes, “ You're like an insufferable child. ” She can't help but comment, eyeing some of the rides until she spots the drop tower. “ Ooh, let's do that one. ” She practically races over to the large structure, leaving Javi behind.

“ Who's the child now? ” He murmurs to himself, trailing after her.

Standing in line together, they exchange playful jabs at the people around them in whispered tones. For the first time in a very long time, Javier finds himself genuinely laughing.

“ We have to get on the pendulum ride after this. Oh, and the gravitron. I also really like those spinny swings. ” As she rambles on about her beloved rides, his gaze lingers on her radiant beauty. Particularly since she’s adorned with an enchanting smile and enveloped in laughter. With each joyful expression, Javier feels a familiar tug at his heartstrings, the same irresistible pull he’s been steadfastly pushing aside since their very first encounter.

This is definitely more than just some sexual infatuation. The revelation that he harbors genuine feelings for Paloma weighs heavily in his chest. In that moment of clarity, he understands the need to consider stepping back, for the well-being of them both.

He doesn't want to hurt her.

But for tonight, Javier will let himself enjoy her company and everything that entails to. He grants himself this rare luxury under the guise that it’s for her sake.

“ You're ambitious tryin’ to get on all these rides, querida . Gonna end up puking all your precious fried oreos out. ” They’re at the front of the line now, and as Javier makes his remark, one of the exiting patrons from the ride hurls over and throws up in a nearby bin.

Both Javier and Paloma share a look before breaking out into a harmonious laugh. Paloma finds herself yearning to capture this perfect moment, to preserve its essence in the confines of a frame, forever etched in her memory.

“ Impeccable timing, vaquero . ” They board the ride together, sitting right next to one another and she swings her legs softly as the attendant comes around to make sure they're strapped in properly.

“ I’ve done a lotta dangerous shit in my life but riding one of these seems to be at the top of the list. ” Javier tells her as they begin their ascend to the top.

“ Don’t tell me a little fair ride is more dangerous than an armed drug dealer. ”

“ Drug dealers are predictable. Fair rides aren’t–– how can you actually trust somethin’ that’s disassembled, packed away then rebuilt elsewhere. How are you so sure they build it adequately each time? You’ve seen the people who run this. It’s sketchy. ”

“ Sounds like you're scared. Don't be scared, Javi. Here–– you can hold my hand. ” She extends her hand, reaching out to gently grasp his, intertwining their fingers and applying a tender squeeze. He's not scared he’s just wary, but feeling the weight of her hand in his is enough to fizzle those inconvenient thoughts away as they’re suspended in the air for what feels like forever before they finally drop.

Paloma releases a delighted squeal, erupting into a chorus of giggles as they reach the base of the ride. “ See? That wasn’t too bad. The ride didn’t collapse and we live to see another day. ” With a final squeeze, she relinquishes his hand and they get off the ride swiftly.

Similar scenarios unfold as they explore the other attractions; their banter punctuated by playful jabs at the people in line and Javier meticulously dissects the safety measures (or lack thereof) of each attraction. Despite his scrutiny, he finds himself thoroughly enjoying the experience alongside Paloma.

As they stroll through the carnival game section, Javier’s eyes light up as he catches sight of a tacky looking plush snake, swiftly diverting Paloma’s attention towards it.

“ Isn't that your favorite thing in the world? ” He teases, feigning curiosity, earning an eye roll from Paloma as she playfully pinches his forearm.

“ Not a fan of real snakes and reptiles, you goof, ” She retorts with a grin. “ But I’ve got nothing against a cute little stuffed animal like that. ”

“ Do you want it? ” He asks, gravitating towards the stand and she follows.

“ What, are you gonna win it for me? ” She questions with a flirtatious lilt, twirling a lock of her hair as she raises her eyebrows, a playful sparkle dancing in her chocolate brown eyes.

“ I will, if you want it. ”

“ If I want it that means you have to win it. And you know what they say about these games… ”

Their banter continues as they approach the stand. Javier reads that it’s a baseball toss bottle game and he smiles cockily.

“ What do they say? ”

“ They're rigged and impossible to win. ”

“ Well lucky for you, nena , I've got the best arm in Laredo. ”

Paloma’s interest is piqued, her head tilting slightly as she observes him. “ You play baseball? ” She asks, her tone curious and attentive.

Javier hands over payment to the teenager tending to the stand, effortlessly cradling three baseballs in one hand. This has Paloma licking her lips.

Her gaze is drawn to the rugged contours and sinewy strength, imagining the delicious weight of them against her skin. There's an electric charge in the air, sending shivers of anticipation cascading down her spine.

“ I did. All the way through college. ” Oh she can see him now, clad in those tight baseball uniforms. She bets his ass looks amazing in the pants.

“ The more you know. ” She muses, “ But that was like, all the way back when baseball was first invented. ” She patronizes him, never getting tired of making jokes about his age.

“ Ha, ha. So funny and original. ” 

“ Alright darlin’ enough yappin’, let's see Laredo’s best . ” She's fully expecting him to fumble, honestly.

Javier rolls his shoulders, stretching his arms, and Paloma's eyes linger on the way his shirt molds to his defined muscles with each movement. His broad shoulders and flexing biceps command her attention as he effortlessly pulls his arm back and throws the ball with graceful ease.

In one fluid motion, he knocks down all the bottles.

A satisfied smirk graces his lips as he turns to meet Paloma's gaze.

“ Told you. ”

She lets out a low whistle, clapping her hands together in a slow applause. “ Alright, I stand corrected. ” she admits with a smile.

The worker hands Javier the stuffed animal, and he extends it towards her.

“ For you. ”

“ Such a gentleman. ” She murmurs softly, pulling the prize close to her chest. The sight of her holding it with such tenderness is one that will linger in his memory for days to come.

“ Oh shit. ” She begins, a hint of dismay in her tone, but his concern melts away as she retrieves her camera from her bag. “ Forgot to take more pictures. Do you mind gettin’ one with me? ” There's a hint of shyness in her request, and he shakes his head.

“ Don’t mind at all, cariño . ” He assures her with a warm smile.

She returns his smile and proceeds to ask the teenager at the stand to take their photo, who obliges, undoubtedly persuaded by her beauty.

“ Alright we’ll do a smiley one then a silly one. ” She suggests, stepping back to Javier's side and leaning against him, her eyes sparkling as they prepare to capture the moment.

He doesn’t pose, instead, he gazes at her admiringly, wondering how he’ll summon the courage to distance himself from her after tonight.

Paloma tilts her head to meet his gaze after the photos are taken, mirroring the affection in his eyes before stepping away to retrieve her camera.

Javier clears his throat, the sound breaking the carnival’s cheerful din as he glances down at his watch. The hands inch towards midnight, a reminder of the impending end to their evening. “ Los tenemos que ir (we have to go), ” He says softly, his voice carrying a hint of reluctance.

She pouts slightly, pursing her bottom lip.“ One more ride, please Javi. We didn’t get on the ferris wheel. ”

As he’s done all night, Javier acquiesces, unable to resist her earnest plea. “ You are a very persistent and spoiled little thing, ” He remarks, a fondness lacing his words. Her playful smile transforms into a devious smirk at his observation.

“ Thank you. ” She replies, gaze coated with mischief.

The bench-style seating on the ferris wheel feels snug, their bodies nestled close together as the metal bar rests across their laps.

Despite the attendant’s insistence that she couldn’t bring it on the ride, Paloma clung to the plush snake he’d won for her as she (politely) told him to fuck off.

At first, silence envelops them, the rhythmic creaking of the wheel the only sound as they ascend to the pinnacle of the ride. Lost in their own thoughts, they share a quiet intimacy, their hearts beating in synchrony.

The fair lights twinkle and sway, casting an enchanting glow upon Paloma’s face. In that moment, bathed in the ethereal illumination, her beauty is magnified.

“ What's goin' on inside that pretty head of yours? ” Javier breaks the quiet between them, and she turns her head to meet his gaze.

“ Tonight has been one of the best nights I’ve had in a while... and you’re part of the reason. ” She confesses, her voice sincere, melting the barriers he’s long held onto.

“ It has nothing to do with me and everything to do with you, palomita . ” He responds, his arm draped along the back of their seat. Unable to resist, she leans in closer, finding comfort in the warmth of his embrace.

His smell envelops her, intoxicating her senses as she inhales the earthy musk of his cologne mingled with a hint of sweetness from their shared meal earlier.

“ I mean it, Javi. Ever since you came to Seminary my life has been a lot more… fun . ” She tells him earnestly, her voice barely above a whisper. Their proximity is electric, teetering on the edge of temptation, and her words only add fuel to the fire.

Her name escapes his lips like a solemn prayer, a gentle reminder of the boundaries they’re dancing dangerously close to. Their lips barely graze each other, his mustache tickling the sensitive skin above her lip, a silent testament to the unspoken desires lingering between them.

Suddenly, the ride lurches with an unexpected jolt, shattering the tender moment between them. Paloma swiftly withdraws, seeking whatever space their cramped confines afford her, her fingers clenching the metal bar for stability.

“ Told you I didn't trust these damn things. ” He mutters, his palm clammy as he rubs it against the coarse denim of his jeans. His throat tightens with a heavy swallow, the memory of their fleeting moment lingering in his mind like a fading dream.

Silence cloaks them like a heavy blanket for the remainder of the ride and even as they walk side by side to his truck.

No words pass between them.

Paloma leans against the window, mirroring her posture from the ride up, exhaustion seeping into her bones after the long day. She resists the urge to dwell on the events of the evening with Javier, instead surrendering to the pull of sleep. Her eyelids flutter closed, and soon, she drifts unconscious.

Javier steals a sideways glance at her, strands of hair cascading over her features like a veil. Amidst the quiet hum of the car, he catches the faint melody of her soft snores.

His shoulders slump in resignation as he replays their moment on the ferris wheel in his mind, each iteration leaving him more conflicted than before. Would they have shared a kiss if not for the technical issue?

He wants to believe they wouldn’t have; that he would have had the strength to pull away before it was too late. But the enticement of her lips, the desire to taste her, lingers in his thoughts like an unshakeable temptation.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly, he wrestles with his inner turmoil for the duration of the journey back to Seminary.

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“ I'm still so upset I couldn’t go. It woulda been so fun. ” Sloane remarks from her spot on Paloma’s bed, idly flipping through a magazine while her friend meticulously applies nail polish.

Days have passed since the state fair, leaving Paloma and Javier in an awkward limbo. She despises the distance that has grown between them. How could she have been so foolish as to ruin their night by coming off as strong as she had? Everything had been going perfectly until then. Had she scared him off? Was his silence a sign of disinterest?

It's all so fucking confusing.

“ Uh, hello. Earth to Paloma. ” Slo snaps her fingers and this gets her attention, looking up from her hand to meet her friend's gaze.

“ Sorry, I wish you coulda been there too. ” She gives her a tight lipped smile and this has Sloane narrowing her eyes at her.

“ Alright, spill. What happened? ”

She snorts, shaking her head and returning to the task at hand. “ Nothin’ happened. ”

“ Lie to somebody who doesn’t know you. ” She shifts from her spot on the mattress, sprawling herself on the floor in front of Paloma.

She eyes her friend briefly before letting out a sigh and twisting the cap on the polish. “ Fine. I think I fucked things up between me and Javier. ”

That was certainly not what Sloane was expecting her to admit, but she’s intrigued nevertheless and she turns to lay on her side, head in her hand and elbow propping her up.

“ Don't tell me you slept with him. ”

Paloma's face flushes, despite having a plethora of erotic dreams starring the man in question, “ Wha–– No. I didn’t. Jesus… ” She mutters, attempting to blow the polish on her right hand dry. “ We actually had a great night. ” She can't help the small smile that plays on her lips at the remembrance of said night.

“ Okay… ” Sloane urges her to continue, “ For a songwriter you sure are a shit storyteller. ”

Paloma flips her off and Slo blows her a kiss, “ Things between us have always been flirty. It was fun at first, exhilaratin’ and what not. Then… feelings started developin’. I like him, Slo. Like him like him. ” It's the first time she's said this outloud and the confession has her feeling lightheaded.

“ Awe, my baby is growin’ up. She's got a crush. ” Her friend teases, poking at her exposed calf.

“ Yeah, well, I don’t even know if he feels the same way. I mean, at first I thought he did then I… we almost kissed on the ferris wheel and he hasn't talked to me since. ”

Sloane flashes her a sympathetic stare, “ Well he’s an idiot for not kissin’ you. Let’s start there. ” She sits upright, matching Paloma's stance, “ Are you really surprised? Not to burst your little schoolgirl crush bubble but it’s obvious what typa man he is. Flirty, handsome, charismatic. Sex on legs –– a long trail of broken hearts follow that man. C'mon, baby, you must know this. ”

Paloma is keenly aware of his reputation as a charming playboy, a fact that’s far from concealed. Now, she’s flooded with feelings of foolishness and embarrassment for how she had openly pursued him. It was almost inevitable; of course, he would reciprocate her advances. After all, what man could resist when a beautiful woman is vying for his attention?

The thought that he might have lost interest gnaws at her, causing an ache in her chest. Aside from all the romantic stuff, she genuinely enjoyed his company.

She chooses not to dwell further on the topic, and her friend seems to pick up on her reluctance.

In a sudden twist of conversation, Sloane announces, “ Guess who has a house now. ” Paloma’s attention perks up in surprise.

“ What, really? Since when? ” From what she knows, Sloane and a few others have been living long term at the only motel in town. They hadn’t intended on staying in Seminary very long which is why Paloma had gotten her the job at the bar in the first place, so she could save up some money to keep trekking.

Hearing that she now has an actual place to call home brings nothing but joy and excitement for her friend.

“ Since a few days ago. We've been so damn busy that I haven’t been able to tell you. Completely unexpected, too. Apparently some broad August used to know finally croaked and she left him with her entire estate. ”

Paloma's eyes widen at the news, “ Jeez, talk about impeccable timing. I'm glad y'all got it worked out. Now you’re stuck here with me. ” She jests, “ When can I visit? ”

Sloane taps the tip of her chin, “ What about tomorrow? It's about an hour drive from here–– ”

“ An hour?! ” Paloma interjects, incredulous.

“ –– and it’s beautiful . You’d love it. Don’t get hung up on somethin’ as trivial as travel time . ”  

Sloane’s right, outside from the hub in town; their residence is situated in a predominantly rural expanse, making lengthy travel times like that unusual. And with her car now up and running, Paloma has a newfound sense of freedom to explore beyond their immediate surroundings.

“ Fine, tomorrow sounds good. You can stay the night and I’ll drive you there in the morning. ” She offers, prompting Sloane to break out into a giant grin.

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[waywaydowninside]

The Robert and Linda story continues.  Finally!  I’m experimenting with story length.  This one is much shorter than the previous two.  Hope you like it.

A Rock and Roll Affair

Chapter 3

38 Malibu Colony Road

October

1976

There's somebody waiting alone in the street For someone to walk up and greet Here you are all alone in the city Where's the love that you took to your side Lonely faces will stare through your eyes in the night

Number 38 sat at the end of a winding road in Malibu Colony. It was an exclusive West Coast zip code for the rich and famous.  Streisand, Redford, Nicholson, Beatty--members of the Hollywood establishment--had long made this haven their home.  But during the 1970s, Malibu had attracted a new group of celebrities from the music industry.  The Rolling Stones, Eric Clapton, Diana Ross, Cher, and, most recently, Led Zeppelin, had all resided, at one time or another, along the legendary California coast, just over an hour’s drive from Los Angeles.

Linda purchased 38 Malibu Colony Road after her album, “Heart Like a Wheel,” went double platinum in 1974.  Songs like “You’re No Good” and “When Will I Be Loved” made her a multi-millionaire.  It was her first real home after living in and around Los Angeles since the late 1960s when she moved from Tucson, Arizona to pursue her dream of being a singer. In those early years, she lived a mostly communal life, surrounding herself with other young music artists and it was a wonderfully creative and collaborative time for her.  But success had taken members of the California rock scene in different directions, and she found herself wanting to put down roots. Malibu’s secluded oceanfront provided her with that opportunity.

Robert followed Linda through the patio entrance into the house.  The sweet scent of honeysuckle from the garden wafted in the air.  When she turned on the light, he saw her Steinway in the middle of an expansive living room.  It was covered with sheet music and notebooks, and he enjoyed imagining her playing piano and singing throughout the night.  Her house felt comfortable and safe, unlike the cold, unfamiliarity of the bungalow just a few miles down the beach where he lived the previous year while recuperating from his near-fatal car accident—if one could call hosting nightly parties with a room full of women waiting to get fucked by a rock star, “recuperating.”  It seemed nothing could stop Robert from getting his fill—especially after the crash. Wheelchair.  Crutches.  It didn’t matter.  He was lucky to be alive.  And he was determined to live.

“Welcome to my home,” Linda said.  She took his hand.  “Follow me.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

They walked up a dimly lit stairwell situated just beyond the open kitchen.  When they reached the top, Robert’s eyes opened wide, and he looked at Linda and grinned.  “This is spectacular,” he said.  He was standing on the roof of her house overlooking the Pacific Ocean.  The roof had been redesigned into a private, open room with a balcony extending slightly beyond the main structure of the house.  It was tastefully furnished in the rattan style and filled with an assortment of brightly colored pillows and blankets, vases of white orchids, candles, a stereo, several acoustic guitars, more sheet music, and a mini-bar.  A firepit stood at the center of the room.  “I’m impressed.  How long did this take to build?” Robert asked.

“About a year, I think.  It’s my little sanctuary.”  She walked over to the bar.  “I have it fully stocked.  My girlfriends like to drink,” she laughed.  “What can I get you?  I have imported beer, wine, tequila.”

“Beer.  And, uh, can you point me towards the bathroom?  Is it downstairs?”  She pointed to a door behind the bar.  Robert walked over to Linda and kissed her on the cheek.  “Be right back,” he said.

Inside the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror and rubbed his eyes. They were bloodshot.  The cold water he splashed on his face revived him.  As he reached for the small vial in his pocket, he thought about Linda. She didn’t drink or use drugs. All the women he fucked liked to party. Some of them liked to party too much. He hated it when girls got sick and threw up all over him.  And it happened far too many times.  This would be a welcome reprieve from that shit.  The coke vial was a gift from Jimmy who had it specially made of solid gold for him on his twenty-first birthday.  Robert unscrewed the top, scooped out the coke, snorted it through both nostrils, and wiped his nose with his hand.  His throat numbed instantly.  As he swallowed the bitter tasting powder, he unbuttoned his jeans to piss, and when he was done, he washed and dried his hands, took one last look at himself in the mirror, lit a cigarette, and went back out.

Linda had built a fire and lit several candles and they washed the room with a warm glow.  She stood at the balcony looking at the moonlit ocean.  Robert walked over beside her.  She handed him his beer, and he took a long swig. Looking back towards the room, she said, “I designed this because I wanted someplace special to escape to when I needed solitude.  I fall asleep here sometimes just listening to the waves.”

“Do you often need solitude?”  He asked, gently touching her hair.

“It helps me think.  I’m not going to lie.  I love this business we’re in, but sometimes it can be overwhelming.  So, I take a few steps back for a little while.  I’ll listen to music, read, or write in my journal. Or take a nap,” she giggled.

“In your sanctuary.”

“Yes.  In my sanctuary.”

“You know, I was your neighbor for a while last year.  I watched the waves from a wheelchair.”

“Your car accident?”

“Yeah. I could have used a sanctuary like this at the time. But I would have needed somebody to carry my ass up the stairs.  Ha!” They both laughed.  “At least now I can walk without my crutches.  My leg was shattered.  I had a broken ankle.  A broken elbow.  Doctors told me I might not walk again, but I wasn’t going to have that.  We cancelled plans to record the new material, and I came to sunny California to convalesce.”

“And you still managed to record an album.”

“In a wheelchair, mind you,” he batted his eyes, opened his arms wide, then bowed, comically congratulating himself, feeling pleased that he made her laugh out loud again.

“That’s called perseverance.  You’re a fighter, Robert.  And a comedian.”

“Yes.  And you’re beautiful and sexy when you laugh.”

The connection between them was electric.  They certainly weren’t the first two famous people in Hollywood to take their relationship from casual to intimate within a matter of hours.  But the intimacy developing between Robert Plant and Linda Ronstadt was far from typical. And they both felt it.  Neither of them had to wade through exhausting layers of the façade that enshrouds those who rise to the level of international superstar.  That was clear from the moment they met. The nervous anticipation of meeting each other vanished with that first handshake and smile.  Trust. Honesty.  Foundations for relationships that take years to build were established instantly.  Neither of them could explain it.  And if they could explain it, would it matter?  They were together in this moment. That’s all that mattered.

© waywaydowninside

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[books-on-a-wire]

Title: Daisy Jones and the Six

Genre: Literary Fiction, Historical Fiction

Synopsis: Daisy Jones is the "It Girl" of the late '60s. Billy is the brooding, enigmatic lead singer of The Six. Daisy and Billy cross paths when a producer realizes that the key to supercharged success is to put the two together. What happens next will become the stuff of legend. Told in an oral history format, everyone knows Daisy Jones & The Six, but nobody knows the reason behind their split at the absolute height of their popularity . . . until now.

Review: Being a fan of rock documentaries, I didn't find the style as off-putting as some reviewers. At first it was a little jarring, but I quickly got used to it (notes help lol) and it was actually quite realistic. With a band of seven people everyone is trying to get their two cents in, I felt for Eddie but that's just how it goes dude. And there is always a John McVie or John Deacon (Queen) who just goes off and you never hear from again a la Pete. Do yourself a favor and queue up "Almost Famous" or make a playlist with Fleetwood Mac, The Eagles, Linda Ronstadt, etc. for the full on 70s California Rock vibe. 

Overall, it felt very natural, realistic, and as someone who has devoured bios about Fleetwood Mac and behind the scenes of Rumours, this was very true to the source material. It felt very respectful to all of them as well, which is what I always worry about when someone writes about one of my favorites. This is an example of how you can take Real Person Fan Fiction and do it extremely well. One of the voice actors, Robinne Lee (Simone), has a Harry Styles fic that also handles this type of writing well without violating the original inspiration and making it feel sleazy and invasive (looking at you After).

If you can listen to this as an audio, do it!!! It features a full cast that did an amazing job, specially Jennifer Beals (Daisy) and Judy Greer (Karen). I followed along with the book but the audio is wonderful. The only reason I took off a star was because it had the insurmountable task of following "The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo," which is one of my favorite books ever. I loved that we got a little cameo from one of the husbands! This was a very enjoyable and entertaining read, but just did not pack the same emotional impact as its predecessor but still one I would definitely recommend.

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[mercerislandbooks]

A Review of Daisy Jones and the Six for Music Snobs

There is something you should know about me before I begin. My dad is a musician and a trivia buff. Combined, my childhood was full of rockdocs, VH1 Classic music video shows, and late nights playing vinyl. My earliest memories are band practices, and my fondest ones are concerts. Daisy Jones is the girl I dreamed of being since I was old enough to understand what it took to make it in rock and roll. From the first few paragraphs Taylor Jenkins Reid captured my imagination, and I was lost in Daisy’s story.

Me on my 10th birthday in Cleveland

The book is written in dialogue like an oral history. This fictional interview automatically made me think of Spinal Tap or The Rutles, hilarious commentaries on the male-centric rock and roll culture and history. After reading further, it is clear Daisy Jones and the Six is not this. I liked that Daisy Jones is as serious and funny as life is, with all of the messiness in between. Reid portrayed the reality of the music business rather than just the image. Following Daisy from 17-years-old onward gives a sense of her struggle before the fame.

“I had absolutely no interest in being somebody else’s muse. I am not a muse. I am the somebody. End of f*cking story.” - Daisy Jones and the Six

Daisy Jones herself is a female perspective in a culture that primarily used women as objects. While we can point to amazing women in rock and roll history, every single one of them will report that it was hard to be a woman in the music industry in the early part of the mid-twentieth century; it still is today. Daisy Jones goes through countless experiences where men take advantage of her, don’t listen to her, or doubt her abilities because of her age, looks, gender, drug addiction, etc.

This rawness is breathtaking.

Reid’s portrayal of a fearless teen on the Sunset Strip reminds me of the startling youth of the Runaways and the heartbreaking talent of Janis Joplin without taking away from the fact that Daisy Jones has individuality to be reckoned with. Reid invokes this tension-filled history without blatantly duplicating it. I was blown away. Below, Reid was kind enough to answer my question about where she found inspiration in music history:

Island Books: What notorious stories from rock’n’roll history inspired you in the creation of Daisy Jones and the Six? Taylor Jenkins Reid: The most obvious influence for the story comes from the conflicts within Fleetwood Mac. But I was also really inspired by the Civil Wars, Bruce Springsteen, Linda Ronstadt, the Eagles, and a lot of the musicians from the Laurel Canyon scene — Joni Mitchell, Crosby Stills & Nash, the Mamas and the Papas, etc. Most of my research about 70s rock was just used for atmosphere and inspiration. But there were some things I took directly from real life. There are some references early in the book to Jimmy Page and Iggy Pop, because in my research, I learned a lot about what rock stars were getting up to in the 70s and wanted to acknowledge just how difficult that would have made life for someone like Daisy Jones, a woman who just wanted to be a part of it all at any cost. I really wanted to transport the reader back the 70s on the Sunset Strip as authentically as possible.

Fleetwood Mac from the Rumors photoshoot

Fleetwood Mac was the first band that popped into my head during the scenes that Daisy Jones and the Six begin writing their album. Who’s sleeping with who? Who is writing about who? Who just flat-out doesn’t want to be there anymore? The toxic and complex relationships required to produce an album as layered and moving as Rumors is difficult to understand. Musicians are best known for suffering for their art. Reid makes a point of maintaining that producing an incredible album isn’t just about standards; stacked on top of the studio’s pressure to succeed after a hit record is money. More money is necessary to support a new way of life. Band members are tempted by the allure of the never-ending party, and addiction runs rampant. Reid tells a familiar story of addiction, but I most respected the complicated story of recovery. It’s not linear, it’s not easy, and it’s not always what the addict wants.

This goes the same for song writing. My favorite part of reading Daisy Jones was the way Reid managed to convey the sound of the music. I somehow listened to an entire album through reading, and I loved it. Let’s cross our fingers in hoping that the television version manages to do justice to the “legendary” album.

If you are a fan of rock and roll, a fan of Taylor Jenkins Reid, or a fan of complicated heroines, please consider reading Daisy Jones and the Six. How much I loved it surprised me, but I am more than happy that I gave it a chance.

We will be having a 70s themed party on Saturday, March 16th at 5:30pm to celebrate the author and the release. Tickets cost $35 and include a signed copy of the book, a signature cocktail, and appetizers. You can also get a ticket without a book $8. If you have questions for Reid you would like asked during her book talk, please email them to [email protected] or send us a message on Instagram.

— Kelleen

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[oltnews]

It is rather presumptuous to call you the biggest rock 'n' roll band in the world, but when you have a catalog of songs as impressive as the Rolling Stones', the label may be true.During its legendary career spanning over 60 years, the iconic English group has written some of the greatest melodies in the history of music. From simple rockers to songs tinged with blues, soul, country and even dance, the Stones have proven their mastery for all genres they touched.Given their stature and their continued influence on other artists, it is not surprising that the Stones remain one of the most covered acts in rock music. And while YouTube is brimming with budding stars offering off-key versions of "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" and toothless renditions of "Gimme Shelter", many fellow musicians have found distinctive new ways to reinterpret classic songs of the Stones.We scoured the mud to find the 50 best Rolling Stones covers.David Bowie, "Let's Spend the Night Together" (1973)The Stones released "Let's spend the night together" on their 1967 album Between the buttons. The track was also a double A-side single with "Ruby Tuesday" and became a moderate hit in the UK - although its sexual nature resulted in a reduction in circulation in the United States Six years later, David Bowie gave to the song a glam-rock makeover, add layers of synthesizer and increase the tempo. The singer - then in the middle of Ziggy Stardust - released his version on his 1973 LP Aladdin Sane.Johnny Cash, "No Expectations" (1978)The Man in Black delivered a catchy rendition of "No Expectations" on his 1978 LP Missing girl. While the original Stones - released in 1968 on their Banquet of beggars album - was a more moderate affair, Cash heightened the energy of the track with a sweltering guitar, soulful backing vocals and an emphatic harmonica solo.Devo, "(I cannot get satisfaction)" (1978)Devo's offbeat interpretation of this classic hit from the Stones has become a revolutionary piece for the Akron group. The version evolved during one of the group's jam sessions. At first, leader Mark Mothersbaugh - a staunch fan of the Stones - started singing "Paint It, Black" to the weird rhythm of his group mates. When the words didn't match the rhythm, it went to the words of "(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction" ... and a legendary revival was born. Just before its release in 1978, Devo played his version for Mick Jagger. After initially showing no response to the song, the Stones singer "suddenly got up and started dancing on this Afghan rug in front of the fireplace," said Gerald Casale in a conversation with The new yorker. Jagger gave his blessing and Devo would soon perform the song on Saturday Night Live.Tegan and Sara, "Fool to Cry" (2013)Twin pop-rock duo Tegan and Sara tackled the Stones "Fool to Cry" for the HBO soundtrack Girls. While the original version from 1976 was a sweet and moving ballad, this cover featured layers of synths, drums and guitars, resulting in a modern and rich update.Linda Ronstadt, "Tumbling Dice" (1978)In a 1978 interview with Hit parader magazine, Linda Ronstadt explained how "Tumbling Dice" was added to her repertoire. "The group used to play this all last summer at the soundcheck," noted the singer. "I really loved it too, but no one knew the words. Then Mick came backstage when I was at the Universal Amphitheater and said, "You do too many ballads, you should do more rock'n'roll songs." Describing the singer of the Stones as "the greatest singer of contemporary rock'n'roll, writer of rock'n'roll", Ronstadt literally forced his hand. "I made him write the words for this song and learned it."Guns N ’Roses,“ Jumpin ’Jack Flash” (2018)This Rolling Stones cover was part of the bonus material included in the remastered Guns N ’Roses’ 2018 Appetite for destruction box. Recorded during a 1986 session at the Sound City studios in Van Nuys, California, the track sees GNR deliver a high octane version of "Jumpin Jack Flash". The guitars are noisy, the groan of Axl Rose is powerful and the energy is palpable from the opening note. Three years after the song was recorded, GNR would open for the Stones at the Memorial Coliseum in Los Angeles, a performance that is remembered more for its chaos than for its music.The Who, "Under My Thumb" (1967)Although not included in the original version of the album Who's rarities and outtakes Dimensions and lawns, the cover of the group "Under My Thumb" would make its way towards the 1998 and 2011 reissues of the LP. The Who recorded the song in 1967 as support when Mick Jagger and Keith Richards were detained in England for drugs.Elton John, "Honky Tonk Women" (1971)Just over a year after the original was released, Elton John covered the Stones "Honky Tonk Women" on a radio show in New York. The performance will eventually become the singer 11/17/70 live album, released in 1971. Notably, John's version supplants the guitar tone of the Stones with John's distinctive piano style.Jane’s Addiction, “Sympathy for the Devil” (1987)Jane’s Addiction’s self-titled debut album was widely recorded during a performance at the Roxy Theater in Los Angeles. Included in the 1987 release was their version of "Sympathy for the Devil" from the Rolling Stones. For their cover, Perry Farrell and company amplified the psychedelia, adding bongos and swirling sounds to the arrangement. Dave Navarro is also making his presence felt with hot guitar solos.Albert King, "Honky Tonk Women" (1971)It's no secret that the Stones were inspired by American blues musicians, and they don't have much more influence than Albert King. It must have been a source of pride when the Bulldozer Velvet decided to cover "Honky Tonk Woman" on his 1971 album Lovejoy. As you would expect, the rendering is filled with fantastic guitar solos and soulful voices. The support of the legendary rhythm section Muscle Shoals further elevates the track.U2, "Paint It Black" (1992)U2 rides their early punk sound and more pop trends on this version of the Stones 'Paint It Black'. The cover was released on the B side of the 1992 U2 single, "Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses". While the atmosphere is less threatening than the original, the best in Dublin have added tambourine, harmonies, vocal effects and an explosive guitar, appropriating them while remaining faithful to the original.Elvis Costello & Lucinda Williams, “Wild Horses” (2002)Carrefour CMT welcomed extraordinary guests during its two-decade television series. The show, which brings together country artists and musicians from other genres, was premiered on January 13, 2002. In this first episode, alternative country star Lucinda Williams sang alongside rock legend Elvis Costello. Before their rendition of "Wild Horses", the last singer explained that the song "made me think of this kind of music" when it was first released by the Stones in 1971.Lindsey Buckingham, "She Smiled Softly" (2011)Fleetwood Mac guitarist Lindsey Buckingham kept it simple on this cover of The Stones' "She Smiles Sweetly". While the original featured drums, bass and organ, Buckingham decided to take a minimalist approach, removing things only for vocals and acoustic guitar. The result is a distinctive and poignant interpretation, which was featured on the Buckingham solo LP in 2011 Seeds we sow.The Allman Brothers Band, "Heart of Stone" (2003)By the time they released their 12th and final album, the Allman Brothers Band showed little resemblance to their original selves. Finis Duane Allman, Berry Oakley and Dickey Betts, with Gregg Allman, Jaimoe Johanson and Butch Trucks the original remaining members. However, the line-up changes did not prevent the group from offering a powerful cover of the 1964 single of the Rolling Stones "Heart of Stone".The Folksmen, "Start Me Up" (2003)The fictional folk group - made up of Christopher Guest, Michael McKean and Harry Shearer from Spinal Tap - is best known for its role in the 2003 fake documentary. A strong wind. Their interpretation of the Stones classic "Start Me Up" was featured on the film's soundtrack, while the trio also performed the song during promotional appearances. In the clip here, late night host Conan O’Brien asked if the Folksmen heard the Stones about their coverage. "A disturbing silence," replies McKean as Mark Shubb.Rag N ’Bone Man,“ Gimme Shelter ”(2017)British singer-songwriter Rag N ’Bone Man delivered this coverage of the Stones' Gimme Shelter in 2017 as part of BBC Radio 1 Live Show. The slow combustion rendering explodes halfway, the power of the moving vocal performance is matched only by the dizzying riffs of the guitarist.Eric Burdon & War, "Paint It Black" (1970)An interpretation for those who listened to the original Stones and thought, "It would be great if it was three times longer." The psychedelic funk jam band Eric Burdon & War scored a minor hit with their version of "Paint It Black" when it was released in 1970.Motorhead, "Sympathy for the Devil" (2015)This version of "Sympathy for the Devil" had the honor of being the last song from Motorhead's latest album. The group Bad magic LP was released in August 2015, just four months before the death of singer Lemmy Kilmister. Surprisingly, the metal icon still sounded great on the track, giving the song its signature growl.Cat Power, "(I cannot get satisfaction)" (2000)Singer-songwriter Cat Power wowed fans and other artists with his distinctive style of indie rock. She has collaborated with many great artists over the years, including Dave Grohl, Eddie Vedder and Iggy Pop. On his 2000 LP The cover record, the singer has redesigned some of her favorite songs, including this sensual interpretation of the satisfaction of "Stones (" I can't get no ")".The Soup Dragons, "I'm Free" (1990)The Scottish alt-rockers, the Soup Dragons, were a resounding success with their 1990 performance of "I am free" from the Stones. The cover - which added a dance rhythm and reggae twitch to the track - was a Top 10 hit in the UK, Australia and New Zealand, and reached No. 2 on the Billboard Alternative Songs charts. in the USA.Sundays, "Wild Horses" (1992)In the mid-90s craze for emotional acoustic rock on the female front, this cover of the Stones' Wild Horses emerged. The restitution, delivered by the English group The Sunday, would be the subject of a significant radio broadcast while appearing in the film. Fear, TV show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and an advertisement for Budweiser.Scorpions, "Ruby Tuesday" (2011)German heavy rockers The Scorpions recorded this version of "Ruby Tuesday" for their 2011 compilation album, Come back. The release - which saw the group cover a handful of songs by other artists, as well as re-recording their own classic songs - was kind of a comeback, given that the German group had released their "final" LP, Sting in the tail, just a year earlier.Betty LaVette, "Salt of the Earth" (2010)R&B singer Betty LaVette lent her powerful voice to this magnificent rendition of the working class anthem of the Stones "Salt of the Earth". While the original, released in 1968 Banquet of beggars, looked more like an optimistic jam, LaVette refused things, adding a horn section and an organ to her moving performance. The cover appeared on the singer's LP in 2010 Interpretations: The British Rock Songbook.Social distortion, "Under My Thumb" (1996)The venerable punk rock band Social Distortion added aggressiveness and frenzy to the Stones' "Under My Thumb" in this cover, published in 1996 on their White light, white heat, white trash LP. Singer Mike Ness has long professed admiration for British rockers, noting in an interview with Consequence of Sound in 2018 that Social D's music brand is "somewhere between" the Stones and the Ramones.Little Richard, "Brown Sugar" (1971)Like many musicians, Mick Jagger had an unwavering appreciation of Little Richard. The singer of the Stones was particularly impressed by the "take of the public" by the pioneer of rock'n'roll. "I couldn't believe the power," Jagger said of Richard, adding that the rock icon was his "first idol". It is safe to assume while Jagger was on the moon when Little Richard decided to cover the "Brown Sugar" of the Stones in October 1971, just six months after the release of the original.Peter Frampton, "Jumpin 'Jack Flash" (1972)It's always exciting when one rock icon covers another, and this effort by Peter Frampton is no exception. The legendary musician transformed "Jumpin 'Jack Flash" into a fiery groove, featuring several moments of instrumental exuberance. It’s the only song not written by Frampton to appear on his first solo album, 1972 Wind of change. A live performance also appeared on the rocker's 1976 seminal LP, Frampton comes alive!Def Leppard, "You Can't Always Get What You Want" (1992)It's not exactly what you would expect from one of the biggest and best hard rock bands of the past four decades, but Def Leppard's cover of "You Can't Always Get What You Want" is a particularly bare acoustic gem. It was released on the luxury edition of the group's LP in 1992 Adrenalize. The Celtic influences on the track come from Hothouse Flowers, the Irish group that collaborated on this cover.Liz Phair, "Little Mother Help" (2005)Singer-songwriter Liz Phair recorded her cover of "Mother’s Little Helper" for the album's 2005 soundtrack album Desperate housewives. The Stones ode to drug addict home bodies receives an infusion of venom in the hands of Phair, the singer expelling the catchy but somber words of the melody with a poignant and captivating delivery.PP Arnold, “You Can't Always Get What You Want” (2017)In the late 1960s and early 1970s, soul singer PP Arnold recorded a collection of songs that were to appear on her album. The turning tide. The LP, produced by Eric Clapton and Barry Gibb of the Bee Gees, was caught in the label's paperwork and did not see the light of day until 2017. Surprisingly, given the time that has passed, the recordings n have lost none of their emotional impact, including Arnold's powerful cover of "You Can't Always Get What You Want".The Holmes Brothers, "Beast of Burden" (1997)In 1997 House of Blues released a compilation album called Paint It, Blue: Songs of the Rolling Stones. As its name suggests, the LP featured an assortment of Stones classics reinvented by various blues artists. Among the highlights was this cover of "Beast of Burden" by the Holmes Brothers.Tori Amos, "Angie" (1992)Tori Amos brought its distinctive mark of piano and song to this cover of "Angie", released in 1992 on the Crucify EP. Although the original of the Stones was already a ballad deploring the lost love, anxiety and emotion rose in the hands of Amos, the singer seeming to tears at various times of the track. The result is both heartbreaking and beautiful.Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, "Star Star" (1983)One of the hottest songs in the Stones catalog was also controversial for Joan Jett. The singer included an uncensored version of "Star Star" as a hidden track on the cassette version of her group's LP in 1983 Album. Outraged by the song, several chain stores, including Walmart, refused to sell the outlet. Cover reappeared later on Jett's 1993 compilation Go back.Stone Sour feat. Lizzy Hale, "Gimme Shelter" (2015)Hard-rock band Corey Taylor Stone Sour has released a cover EP called Straight Outta Burbank in a limited edition for the Record Stone Day 2015. The highlight of the EP was this powerful cover of the "Gimme Shelter" of the Stones, with the invitation of Lizzy Hale from the metal group Halestorm.Tina Turner, "Under My Thumb" (1975)R&B legend Tina Turner toppled the classic Stones "Under My Thumb" on her head for this 1975 cover. While the original song tells the story of a man who took control of a sexual relationship, Turner reversed the script, making the woman the dominant force. In doing so, the singer also turned "Under My Thumb" into an unexpected celebration of women's empowerment.Otis Redding, "(I cannot get satisfaction)" (1965)Soul icon Otis Redding released his version of "Satisfaction" in September 1965, just a few months after the release of the original Rolling Stones. For his interpretation, Redding dropped the recognizable guitar part of the melody, instead of enlisting a section of funky horn. The result is a rendering that remains somewhat faithful to the original while feeling completely unique. The cover was featured on Redding's beloved Otis Blue LP, an album often ranked among the greatest of all time.La Roux, "Under my thumb" (2010)Grammy-winning electronic duo La Roux released their version of "Under My Thumb" in the Divert compilation version. The cover is far from the original, with the classic rock sound of the Stones replaced by synthesizers and a lively dance rhythm. Some may criticize the track for moving too far from the original. Instead, we will celebrate La Roux's daring reinvention of song.Prince, "Honky Tonk Woman" (1995)Years before Purple rain made him a star, Prince was invited by Mick Jagger to open for the Rolling Stones at a few concerts in Los Angeles. Unfortunately, the performances did not go well, the Purple One being booed off the stage. Yet Prince's respect for the Stones has never wavered, and he has sometimes performed many of the group's songs in concert throughout his career. In 1995, this one take version of "Honky Tony Woman" was included in Prince's VHS release The entrepreneur.Rage Against the Machine, "Street Fighting Man" (2000)In 2000, hard rockers Rage Against the Machine decided to honor some of their major musical influences with a cover album called Renegades. The release included work written by Bruce Springsteen, Bob Dylan, the Stooges, Devo and the Rolling Stones. The Street Fighting Man version of Rage was overflowing with anxiety, energy and aggression, exactly what you'd expect from the much-vaunted political rockers.Aretha Franklin, "(I cannot get satisfaction)" (1968)The Queen of Soul gave the Stones hit its own twist, releasing her interpretation of "Satisfaction" in 1968. Aretha Franklin and the Stones will gain mutual respect over the years, with Mick Jagger even appearing briefly in the documentary. the concert amazing Grace (filmed in 1972 but not released before 2019). When Franklin died in 2018, the singer of the Stones said, "She was so inspiring, and wherever you are, she always brought you to church."Oasis, "Street Fighting Man" (1998)Oasis released this cover of "Street Fighting Man" as the B side of their 1998 single "All Around the World". In 2008, guitarist Noel Gallagher compared his group to the Stones. “Oasis is a group that you understand or not. Everyone knows who we are. You must see us in league with the Rolling Stones now, "he said. Is anyone surprised?Soundgarden, "Stray Cat Blues" (1991)The dirty ode of the Stones to a minor groupie has been transformed in this interpretation of Soundgarden. Released as the B side of the Seattle Jesus Rockers single in 1991, "Jesus Christ Pose", the cover is enhanced by the scotch guitar by Kim Thayil and the powerful voice of Chris Cornell.Tesla, "Mother's Little Help" (1990)Tesla is normally known for increasing noise, which is why it came as a surprise when the band swapped their amps for acoustic guitars for the 1990 live album. Five Man Acoustical Jam. The LP has seen Sacramento rockers reinvent a handful of their own songs, while covering a variety of other artists. This version included this version of "Mother’s Little Helper".Kiss, "2000 Man" (1979)Compared to some of the other songs on this list, "2000 Man" is a lesser-known song by the Stones. Still, that didn't stop the makeup rockers - and the future Rock & Roll Hall of Famers - Kiss from covering the song on their 1979 album. Dynasty. Guitarist Ace Frehley took the lead vocals on the track, which also appeared on the 1996 live album Kiss Unplugged.Susan Tedeschi, "You Got the Silver" (2005)The Stones first song to feature Keith Richards on lead voice, "You Got the Silver" was originally released in 1969 on Let it bleed. Thirty-six years later, Susan Tedeschi included this version on her 2005 cover album, Hope and desire. In his hands, the song receives more country and blues influences than the original, including a howling guitar part delivered by her husband Derek Trucks.Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears, "Sway" (2011)In 2011, Mojo the magazine recruited an assortment of acts for their album tribute to the Rolling Stones Sticky Soul Fingers. One of the most notable titles of the release was this blues-rock cover of "Sway", delivered by Black Joe Lewis & the Honeybears.Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings, "Wild Horses" (2011)Another highlight of Mojo’S Sticky Soul Fingers compilation was this emphatic rendition of "Wild Horses" by Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings. Although the original is a windy acoustic ballad, Jones intensified the energy with a vibrant and moving interpretation.Meat puppets, "What to do" (1999)When the influential rock trio Meat Puppets reissued their second album, Meat puppets II, in 1999, they included a handful of previously unavailable runs. Among them was this cover of the first song from the Stones "What to Do".Phish, "Loving Cup" (2010)Jam group Phish has made the Stones Loving Cup a regular part of their live set for over a decade. Air - originally released on the iconic 1972 Stones LP Exile on Main Street. - has also appeared on several Phish live albums, including At Roxy, Hampton / Winston-Salem '97, Amsterdam and the 2010 concert film Phish 3D.Marianne Faithfull, "Au fil des larmes" (1964)The rare case where the cover came out before Mariannes Faithfull released their version of "As Tears Go By" in 1964. The song, which was written by Richards and Jagger, became Faithfull's revolutionary hit, peaking at number 9 on the UK chart. 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A Rock and Roll Affair

Dear friends, I’m excited to share with you my first attempt at Robert Plant fan fiction.

Thank you @callmethehunter for your amazing support throughout the writing process.  Thank you for the marathon conversations and for helping me work through all the little details.  This is a better chapter because of your friendship and encouragement.

Thank you also @firethatgrewsolow for sharing your wisdom and experience. You inspire me to be a better writer.

Chapter 1

“Back in the USA”

 October

 1976

It may be rainin’

But there’s a rainbow above you

You better let somebody love you

Before it’s too late

Southern California sunsets were his favorite.  But there was something mysterious in the way the sun sank below the horizon on this side of the world. The ocean was hungrier, swallowing the sun selfishly, absorbing its beauty and power and this made him feel vulnerable.  It was why he preferred watching alone.  He found himself rushing from New York to Los Angeles for a few moments of solitude before he had to be at the premiere.  It had been an unusually rainy day in L.A. and the traffic was backed up on the Santa Monica Freeway.  He noticed that Southern California drivers lost their focus when it rained and it annoyed Robert that a simple change in the weather could cause such chaos for the locals.  He didn’t want chaos.  Not tonight. The New York premiere had gone well earlier that week.  All the right people showed up to celebrate Led Zeppelin’s foray into movie stardom. David Bowie, Mick and Bianca Jagger, Carly Simon and James Taylor, several Atlantic Records recording artists, and an array of the foremost musicians and songwriters in the business.  After nearly two years of enduring the nightmare of making a movie about the biggest rock and roll band in world, the nightmare was still not over. He was expected to continue playing the part of the Hollywood Conqueror, and he wanted to enjoy himself, even just for a moment, before anyone else had a chance to trash the film.

He meditated on the healing sounds of the waves crashing against the surf.  A natural environment always centered him amidst the constant demands of being Robert Plant.  It wasn’t as if he didn’t enjoy being the center of attention.  He did enjoy it.  In fact, he needed it.  Up to a point.  But he also needed time alone to reflect and get his head together.  People could be so exhausting, constantly wanting something, anything, from him.  Most of the time he was ready and willing to give of himself, but this was different.   He didn’t enjoy dealing with “film people” as he called them.  It was so much easier and simpler when it was just the music, the band, and the adoration of the fans--especially the female fans. Nothing made him get off more than seeing so many young girls compete for his attention, and he loved it.  He had to admit though, that he sometimes felt a little guilty that he enjoyed watching them do whatever it took to get near him. He adored women, but these girls were far too young to have experienced anything worth sharing beyond a few moments of lust.

He sank his toes into the sand a little deeper and took another drag from his cigarette.  The phone on the patio had been ringing on and off for the past several minutes, but he ignored it.  They would wait.  They always did.  He finally exhaled deeply and headed back towards the bungalow, running up the stone steps two at a time, but the pain in his ankle forced him to slow down.  He reached the terrace and picked up the phone.

“Hello?” Robert answered. It was his manager, Peter Grant.

“Robert!  Why, the fuck, aren’t you here yet?”

“There’s plenty of time, G. Don’t worry.  I’ll be there.”

“Well you better get over here.  Jimmy keeps asking for you.  I had to track down your fucking phone number.  Why didn’t you just stay here at the hotel?”

“Ah, it’s just a little bit too close for comfort, you know?  And don’t worry.  I’m paying for this myself.”

“Quit fucking around and get your ass down here, alright?  We’re driving over to the theater together.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m leaving right now.”

The limousine pulled up to the curb of the Fox Theater on Wilshire in Beverly Hills, and a small gathering of Led Zeppelin fans cheered as each member of the band emerged. Smiling and waving, they quickly walked into the lobby. Robert, Jimmy, John Paul, and the drummer, affectionately known as “Bonzo,” posed enthusiastically for photographers.  Swan Song and Atlantic Records had organized a movie premiere unlike any other for a rock and roll band.  Even by Hollywood standards, this was a high-end production.  The landmark Fox Theater had hosted premieres for Hollywood stars of the 1950s like Marilyn Monroe, Lauren Bacall, and Betty Grable. And, as an added feature, the auditorium was constructed to achieve perfect sound reception, a detail Jimmy Page insisted upon due to the serious flaws in the film’s sound mixing.  Jimmy, more than anyone, understood the impact of a good production, and he was hoping the fanfare surrounding “The Song Remains the Same” would dazzle people into believing the film was a success.

Hollywood paparazzi clamored to get a money-shot of Robert and Jimmy doing nothing more than sitting in their seats and this caused a long delay to the start of the film. Meanwhile, VIP ticket-holders slowly filtered into the theater.  The guest list for the Los Angeles premiere and after-party was as star-studded as it was in New York.  It was a who’s who of California rock luminaries, including Gram Parsons, Jackson Browne, David Geffen, and the most celebrated of them all—Linda Ronstadt—who was personally invited by Jimmy at Robert’s insistence.  Led Zeppelin had been in New York the previous December, and Robert and Jimmy had planned to attend one of Linda’s concerts with the guitarist Joe Walsh.  Robert was especially looking forward to meeting her, but in the end, the two guitarists went without him because he had wandered off to Greenwich Village after a girl, and Jimmy refused to wait.  So, after almost a year, Robert would finally get to meet Linda Ronstadt.  He surveyed the crowded theater and saw her walk towards her seat with her producer, Peter Asher and Atlantic Records President, Ahmet Ertegun.  Robert decided he would ask Ahmet to introduce him to Linda at the premiere party later that night.

During the hectic final days of her recent American tour, Linda was quite surprised to get a call from Jimmy Page.  Although she found him attractive and smart, he was also curiously shy.  She didn’t think she made much of an impression on him when her old friend Joe Walsh brought him backstage to meet her last year in New York.  He was very complimentary and seemed to know a lot about her music.  “I’m a huge fan,” he had told her.  She thanked him and recounted funny stories about her band constantly listening to Led Zeppelin on the road, which inspired Jimmy’s signature toothy grin.  What she didn’t tell him, what she was embarrassed to tell him, was that she only really knew two or three of their songs.  She thought Robert Plant had a unique vocal register, but didn’t mention it to Jimmy because she knew how competitive and jealous rock stars could be. When they parted, Joe made her promise they’d go to a Led Zeppelin concert together.  “You haven’t really experienced Zeppelin until you’ve seen them live,” was the last thing she recalled him saying as he and Jimmy waved goodbye.

Jimmy’s call had come through while Linda was at home giving an interview to Rolling Stone Magazine about her Grammy nomination.  Her friend and lead guitarist Andrew Gold, the instigator of all the Led Zeppelin sing-a-long sessions on tour, urged her to take the call because “Jimmy Fucking Page” wanted to speak to her.  He had called to personally invite her to the premiere of “The Song Remains the Same” in Beverly Hills later that month, and she graciously accepted.  So, she made her way to a gilded movie theater full of famous musicians and actors and waited to see what all the fuss was about. She again recalled what Joe had told her last year, “You haven’t really experienced Zeppelin until you’ve seen them live.”  Members of her band also praised Led Zeppelin’s live performances and marveled at their songwriting and musicianship.  But Linda wasn’t as enthusiastic about hard rock as she was about classic rock and roll.  In her experience, rock bands had far too much ego and not enough substance.  In the weeks before the premiere, Andrew made her listen to several Led Zeppelin albums because, as he said, “You don’t want the greatest rock guitarist of all time to regret inviting you to his big bash.” She thought he was making a big deal over her lukewarm attitude toward the band, but she went along with it because Andrew was a loyal friend and talented guitarist in his own right, who always made her sound great on stage.

The movie premiere program in Linda’s hand claimed the world was getting “a front row seat experience of the most exciting and durable of rock groups.”  She thought that was an overstatement—not only because it was arrogant to make such a bold claim this early in their career, but because she knew that a filmed concert was a poor substitute for a live performance. Still, Jimmy’s invitation to such an important event was thoughtful and generous and, as a professional, she was willing to give these guys the benefit of the doubt.  The curtain went up, the house lights dimmed, and just before it went completely dark, she thought, “I really should have gone to see them live before today.”

Thirty minutes into the film, Linda regretted her indifference toward the band. They were incredibly charismatic on stage—especially the lead singer, Robert Plant.  She recognized the third song and squinted in the dark to see the name of it listed in the program.  It was “Since I’ve Been Loving You,” a soulful rock and roll reimagination of a classic blues song.  It became clear to her that Led Zeppelin was not your average rock band, and Robert Plant was not your average front man.  He was also a talented blues singer who had exquisite command of his vocal range and used his entire body to interpret the song.  She couldn’t think of any other male singer who used his hands so provocatively. They were big hands, masculine, yet his gestures were so delicate.  It made her pay close attention to the rest of his body. His bare chest.  His long arms and legs.  His cock.  “That’s a huge fucking cock,” she thought, “and it’s magnified on a 50-foot movie screen.” She tightened her grip on the armrest and tried to focus on the music but it wasn’t easy because the film director was clearly so enamored with his star, that he made sure to photograph his stunning visage in the best light and get plenty of close-ups of his dick.  But Robert Plant was more than just a pretty face and body.  He could truly sing, and he understood how to convey a song no matter the genre and that was thrilling to the hard-core musician in her.

Linda sat attentively through the rest of the film, enjoying the music, chuckling quietly during the fantasy sequences, and made a mental note to ask Robert about his unconventional Prince Charming vignette.  She wondered how similar the on-stage Robert was to the Robert she would meet and couldn’t help comparing his stage presence to other performers she knew, including her friend Mick Jagger.  He had a vibrant and sexy on-stage persona.  It was one of the many things she liked about him.  Mick had wanted to fuck her, and she recalled how she turned him down.  Twice.  She thought he was exciting and smart, but the sexual chemistry just wasn’t there for her. There were rumors about the two of them, but theirs was strictly an artistic love affair.  She watched Robert perform the final song, “Whole Lotta Love” and, although the film had captured him in the early phase of his singing career, she knew that he had already taken rock and roll performances to a new level. He was unmatched.  Dare she think, not even The King, Elvis Presley, projected that much sexual magnetism on stage--mostly because Elvis’ performances had become caricatures of himself.   He was an actor playing the part of Elvis Presley—he just happened to be Elvis Presley. Robert also played a part, but his sexuality was raw and genuine, and Linda wanted to learn more about this unique man.

The Bistro in Beverly Hills attracted the crème de la crème of Hollywood, the West Coast music industry and Washington political players which was precisely why Atlantic chose the restaurant for the after-party.  Ahmet Ertegun was determined to legitimize Led Zeppelin’s position as the greatest rock and roll band in the world.  Celebrating their latest achievement in established, power-broker territory was one way to achieve that goal.  Every detail inside the restaurant was carefully planned to create an atmosphere of wealth and a blend of Old Hollywood grandeur and European sophistication.  The one irony lost upon patrons of The Bistro, however, was that the restaurant’s décor was inspired by the sets in “Irma La Douce,” a romantic comedy set in 1950s Paris about a pimp who falls in love with a prostitute.  Guests entered through over-sized French doors and found themselves transported into a softly lit, heavily mirrored garden café with potted palms and vases of fragrant white lilies. Delicious aromas of Herbes de Provence and saffron permeated the room.  A glamorous ambiance was amplified by the sound of uncorking champagne bottles as Frank Sinatra, crooned “Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars.”  Passers-by would hardly recognize this was a rock and roll affair.

Linda sat at a booth at the back of the restaurant surrounded by her Malibu neighbors, Ronnie Wood and Jackson Browne.  The three of them discussed the recent controversy over The Rolling Stones’ billboard on Sunset Boulevard for their album “Black and Blue,” featuring a woman bound, legs spread-eagle, and the tagline “I’m Black and Blue from The Rolling Stones—and I love it!”  After widespread feminist protests, Atlantic reluctantly removed the billboard. Linda, usually known for her strong opinions on these things, let the guys bury themselves in their own bullshit justifications of artistic integrity.  She knew that, controversy or no controversy, The Stones would make millions and that was all the record companies cared about.

“It’s a shame it was taken down.”  Linda looked up and saw Jimmy Page smiling at her.  She smiled back and offered him a seat, and he leaned over to kiss her on both cheeks.  Jimmy picked up the conversation, offering an interpretation based on his interest in another controversial artist, Robert Mapplethorpe.  Linda listened politely as he explained, in detail, the aesthetics of bondage art.  Her mind wandered.  She scanned the restaurant for Robert and finally saw him standing near the entrance.  His frame towered over everyone as he chatted, shook hands, and absorbed compliments and admiration.  She watched him and wondered how long he had been standing there at the doorway, too gracious to ignore any of his guests.  He used his hands to emphasize a point, and, perhaps out of nervousness or habit, occasionally reached up and gently brushed the lush curls from his face.  Once again, she thought the gesture feminine, yet not effeminate, which was a quality she found fascinating for a man who exuded such virility.  He looked up, and she quickly returned her attention back to Jimmy. The conversation had evolved into a discussion of his vintage guitar collection. Linda laughed as Jimmy and Ronnie each recounted their first guitar lesson, and she thought about how fortunate she was to be among the most talented musicians in the world.  She was the most celebrated woman in rock music, and certainly the highest paid, yet it still amazed her sometimes that she was living her dream of being a singer.

Robert broke away from the crowd at the door.  More than a few women hovered around, waiting to catch his eye, but he looked straight past them.  He saw Linda seated across the room, engaged in conversation with Jimmy and the other men at her table.  He watched her surreptitiously and thought he saw her look over in his direction once or twice.  He noticed that, unlike the rest of the women in the room, she wore very little makeup. She was dressed casually and her long, black hair hung loosely over her naked shoulders thanks to what was known as a Brigitte Bardot off-the-shoulder blouse.  Robert knew she wasn’t wearing a bra, and he smirked deviously.  “Don’t let her catch you staring,” he thought, and he forced himself to look away.  It surprised him that he was so giddy and nervous about meeting her.  He would have met her last year if Jimmy hadn’t abandoned him but that really was his own fault.  There was the matter of a sweet, little redhead at a bookstore in the West Village.  This time there were no such distractions.  He felt someone standing next to him.  “She’s stunning, isn’t she?”  Robert recognized Ahmet’s voice, but kept his eyes on Linda, suddenly not caring who noticed he was staring.

Without looking at Ahmet, Robert answered, “Yes, she certainly is.  Will you introduce me to her?”

“Yes, of course.  Come with me.”

“No, wait.  Not just yet.”

“Alright, my young Prince.” Ahmet affectionately patted Robert on the back. “You come and find me when you’re ready.  But don’t wait too long.  She seems to have a lot of suitors.”  He turned to leave and then suddenly stopped, turned back to face Robert and said, “You know what Jagger calls her don’t you?  The ‘Queen of L.A.’”

Robert considered for a moment, then looked at Ahmet, flashed him a huge grin and said, “Ahmet, tonight I shall be King.”

Linda saw Robert watching her and realized that he was no longer hiding his interest.  They made direct eye contact, and he smiled at her.  His finely chiseled dimples were visible from across the room.  “What a shameless flirt,” she thought.  She smiled back then casually diverted her gaze and returned her attention to the conversation at her table.  Several minutes went by, and she felt Robert’s eyes still on her.  Suddenly, she grew impatient.  “Why the hell doesn’t he just come over here?” she wondered.  She shifted her eyes in his direction again, but he was no longer there.  Right at that moment, Jimmy asked her what Led Zeppelin song she would sing if she decided to do a cover.

“That’s a tough one,” she answered.  “Your songs might be too masculine for me to sing lead. I would have to sing harmonies or maybe backing vocals like Sandy Denny on, uh . . .”

“The Battle of Evermore,” Jimmy completed her thought.

“Right, I’m sorry--‘The Battle of Evermore.’  I love the vocal arrangement on that song.”

As Robert walked the room, gravity shifted.  People were drawn to him.  He was like the sun controlling the movements of the planets and wherever he went, they followed.  Billie Holiday’s sultry voice floated in the air, “Blue moon, you saw me standing alone.  Without a dream in my heart.  Without a love of my own.” He looked over at Linda again.  She was speaking to Jimmy and gesturing animatedly with her hands, stopping briefly to giggle before she continued. Robert thought she was adorable, and he wanted to meet her now.  He had asked Ahmet to introduce them because, for some inexplicable reason, he didn’t want it to seem obvious that he was so eager. He looked around for his go-between but didn’t see him, so Robert, asserting his famous leonine prowess, decided to walk over to Linda’s table alone, but working his way directly through the crowd was impossible.  Every few steps someone stopped him, and he felt obligated to chat.

Linda looked up just as Robert made his way directly towards her.  She watched him getting closer and closer.  The entire room watched him too, and then suddenly everyone’s eyes slowly shifted in her direction.  She felt her skin flush, so she took a sip of water and forced herself to relax.  He reached her table and, when she looked up at him, his smile momentarily threw her off balance.  He offered her his hand and softly said, “Hello, I’m Robert Plant.”

She smiled back at him, extended her hand, and he immediately clasped it between both of his own.  “Hello, Robert Plant,” she said calmly.  “I’m happy to finally meet you.   I’m Linda Ronstadt.   Would you like to sit down?”  Robert held her hand until he sat down next to her.  Always a generous party host, he immediately offered her a drink.

“She doesn’t drink,” Jimmy and Ronnie echoed each other, and they all laughed.

“It doesn’t look like we can corrupt this one, Robert,” Jimmy joked.  “No drinking, no smoking, and, I’m assuming, no controlled substances?”  He raised an eyebrow and looked at Linda for an answer.

She maintained his lighthearted tone and asked with a laugh, “Are you accusing me of being a prude, Jimmy?”

“Let’s see,” Robert said, not missing a beat. “No smoking.  No drinking.  No controlled--or uncontrolled--what-have-you.  Have you no, vices?  Tell me, what are your guilty pleasures?” He looked directly into her eyes and smirked suggestively.  Linda, who had spent many years hanging around musicians, knew exactly how to keep up with their brand of teasing.  She was having fun, and she especially enjoyed that Robert felt comfortable enough to bait her into flirting right off.

“Oh, I see.  You guys really are trying to corrupt me, aren’t you?” she said.  Then she looked directly into Robert’s eyes and tossed him a challenge.  “I have a weakness for sugar.”

“Ah, well, I’ve got plenty of that, ha!”  His response was instantaneous, and, as usual, he couldn’t resist laughing at his own joke.

“He walked right into that one,” she thought. “This is too easy.”  She went on.  “Then you’ll be the first person I call the next time I bake my famous cherry pies.”

“Cherry pie happens to be my specialty,” he quipped. The entire table broke into rowdy laughter, including Linda.

“You’re good,” she told him and swatted his arm gingerly.  Amused with himself, he took a long drag from his cigarette and shrugged boyishly.

“I was just asking Linda what Zeppelin song she might want to cover,” Jimmy said.

“I have a better idea.  What if Linda and I sang a duet?” Robert asked.

“Duet?  Jimmy, surprised by his suggestion, nearly spilled his whisky.  “Robert, what the hell are you talking about?”

“Oh, I love the idea of singing a duet with Robert. Excuse me for interrupting, Jimmy,” Linda said, placing her hand on his shoulder as a gentle apology.  “As Jackson could tell you,” she gestured to her friend, the singer-songwriter Jackson Browne who had practiced harmonies with her many times, “when the song is right for a duet or harmony, all the lead singer needs is a strong partner.  Do you have a song in mind, Robert?”

“Do you have a song in mind, Robert?” Jimmy could never resist backing him into a corner.  Robert had listened to all of Linda’s albums, so he knew she loved to record country-folk and classic American rock and roll.  He also knew he needed a quick response, or he would sound like an asshole trying to hijack the conversation.

“Maybe something by . . . Roy Orbison or Buddy Holly?” he offered.  “But let’s not worry about that right now.  I’m interested in hearing about Linda’s new album.”

Suddenly, Ahmet approached the table.  “Robert, I see you’ve finally met Linda. You two have a lot in common.  You must tell her about shooting the scenes at Raglan Castle and along the Welsh coast.  Linda rides horses as well. Appaloosas, isn’t that right?” Amhet asked and, without waiting for her response, he turned his attention to Jimmy, Ronnie, and Jackson and asked to speak to them.  The three rock stars excused themselves and followed Ahmet over to his table.

Robert and Linda spent the next hour huddled together in the booth at the back of the crowded restaurant.  They spoke of their favorite music and shared stories about performing in L.A. in ‘69 and ‘70 at The Troubadour and Whisky-A-Go-Go. A love of history, travel, and riding horses were among the many things they had in common.  Robert proudly told her the history of the Welsh coast where he filmed his horse-riding scenes, which brought the conversation full circle back to the “The Song Remains the Same.”  “Tell me, honestly,” he said, “your thoughts about the film.”

It was an open-ended request rather than a direct question and it reminded her that she wanted to ask about his medieval fantasy sequence.  “Your hero didn’t save the girl.  Was that intentional?”

“Ah!  How wonderful that you noticed,” he said.  Most people don’t see it that way.  Most people don’t see her as a girl at all.  They want her to represent an abstract ideal, which I suppose she does, to a certain degree.”

“But you wrote the story yourself, didn’t you? And chose not to play the part of the conquering hero.  It’s an ambiguous ending.  That’s unconventional, to say the least.  I thought it was the best part of the film.  Next to the music, of course.”

“Why was it the best part?”  He was intrigued.

“Well, the way I see it is that you represent the highest level of achievement in a male-dominated industry.  That’s something I’m a little bit familiar with” she laughed.  “And, instead of fulfilling everyone’s expectations, you’ve completely reinvented them.”  Linda was no longer just talking about the film.  “It turned out that your heroine wasn’t weak, or in need of saving.  And that left the audience to wonder whether your hero could save her in the first place or whether he wanted to save her at all. Or, do you think I’m reading too much into it?”

Robert was silent for a few moments and finally answered.  “I think you’ve just solved the mystery, my dear.  And, I am in awe of your ability to read me.”

© waywaydowninside 2017.

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A Rock and Roll Affair

Here’s a revised Chapter 3 of A Rock and Roll Affair, my Robert Plant-Linda Ronstadt fan fiction.  It’s quite long, but bear with me, the pay-off is NSFW.

Chapter 3

“38 Malibu Colony Road”

October

1976

There's somebody waiting alone in the street For someone to walk up and greet Here you are all alone in the city Where's the love that you took to your side Lonely faces will stare through your eyes in the night

Number 38 sat at the end of a winding road in Malibu Colony. It was an exclusive West Coast zip code for the rich and famous.  Streisand, Redford, Nicholson, Beatty--members of the Hollywood establishment--had long made this haven their home.  But during the 1970s, Malibu had attracted a new group of celebrities from the music industry.  The Rolling Stones, Eric Clapton, Diana Ross, Cher, and, most recently, Led Zeppelin, had all resided, at one time or another, along the legendary California coast, just over an hour’s drive from Los Angeles.

Linda purchased 38 Malibu Colony Road after her album, “Heart Like a Wheel,” went double platinum in 1974.  Songs like “You’re No Good” and “When Will I Be Loved” made her a multi-millionaire.  It was her first real home after living in and around Los Angeles since the late 1960s when she moved from Tucson, Arizona to pursue her dream of being a singer. In those early years, she lived a mostly communal life, surrounding herself with other young music artists and it was a wonderfully creative and collaborative time for her.  But success had taken members of the California rock scene in different directions, and she found herself wanting to put down roots. Malibu’s secluded oceanfront provided her with that opportunity.

Robert followed Linda through the patio entrance into the house.  The sweet scent of honeysuckle from the garden wafted in the air.  When she turned on the light, he saw her Steinway in the middle of an expansive living room.  It was covered with sheet music and notebooks, and he enjoyed imagining her playing piano and singing throughout the night.  Her house felt comfortable and safe, unlike the cold, unfamiliarity of the bungalow just a few miles down the beach where he lived the previous year while recuperating from his near-fatal car accident—if one could call hosting nightly parties with a room full of women waiting to get fucked by a rock star, “recuperating.”  It seemed nothing could stop Robert from getting his fill—especially after the crash. Wheelchair. Crutches.  It didn’t matter.  He was lucky to be alive.  And he was determined to live.

“Welcome to my home,” Linda said.  She took his hand.  “Follow me.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

They walked up a dimly lit stairwell situated just beyond the open kitchen.  When they reached the top, Robert’s eyes opened wide, and he looked at Linda and grinned.  “This is spectacular,” he said.  He was standing on the roof of her house overlooking the Pacific Ocean.  The roof had been redesigned into a private, open room with a balcony extending slightly beyond the main structure of the house.  It was tastefully furnished in the rattan style and filled with an assortment of brightly colored pillows and blankets, vases of white orchids, candles, a stereo, several acoustic guitars, more sheet music, and a mini-bar.  A firepit stood at the center of the room.  “I’m impressed.  How long did this take to build?” Robert asked.

“About a year, I think.  It’s my little sanctuary.”  She walked over to the bar.  “I have it fully stocked.  My girlfriends like to drink,” she laughed.  “What can I get you?  I have imported beer, wine, tequila.”

“Beer.  And, uh, can you point me towards the bathroom?  Is it downstairs?”  She pointed to a door behind the bar.  Robert walked over to Linda and kissed her on the cheek.  “Be right back,” he said.

Inside the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror and rubbed his eyes. They were bloodshot.  The cold water he splashed on his face revived him.  As he reached for the small vial in his pocket, he thought about Linda. She didn’t drink or use drugs. All the women he fucked liked to party. Some of them liked to party too much. He hated it when girls got sick and threw up all over him.  And it happened far too many times.  This would be a welcome reprieve from that shit. The coke vial was a gift from Jimmy who had it specially made of solid gold for him on his twenty-first birthday.  Robert unscrewed the top, scooped out the coke, snorted it through both nostrils, and wiped his nose with his hand.  His throat numbed instantly.  As he swallowed the bitter tasting powder, he unbuttoned his jeans to piss, and when he was done, he washed and dried his hands, took one last look at himself in the mirror, lit a cigarette, and went back out.

Linda had built a fire and lit several candles and they washed the room with a warm glow.  She stood at the balcony looking at the moonlit ocean.  Robert walked over beside her.  She handed him his beer, and he took a long swig. Looking back towards the room, she said, “I designed this because I wanted someplace special to escape to when I needed solitude.  I fall asleep here sometimes just listening to the waves.”

“Do you often need solitude?”  He asked, gently touching her hair.

“It helps me think.  I’m not going to lie.  I love this business we’re in, but sometimes it can be overwhelming.  So, I take a few steps back for a little while.  I’ll listen to music, read, or write in my journal. Or take a nap,” she giggled.

“In your sanctuary.”

“Yes.  In my sanctuary.”

“You know, I was your neighbor for a while last year.  I watched the waves from a wheelchair.”

“Your car accident?”

“Yeah. I could have used a sanctuary like this at the time. But I would have needed somebody to carry my ass up the stairs.  Ha!” They both laughed.  “At least now I can walk without my crutches.  My leg was shattered.  I had a broken ankle.  A broken elbow.  Doctors told me I might not walk again, but I wasn’t going to have that.  We cancelled plans to record the new material, and I came to sunny California to convalesce.”

“And you still managed to record an album.”

“In a wheelchair, mind you,” he batted his eyes, opened his arms wide, then bowed, comically congratulating himself, feeling pleased that he made her laugh out loud again.

“That’s called perseverance.  You’re a fighter, Robert.  And a comedian.”

“Yes.  And you’re beautiful and sexy when you laugh.”

The connection between them was electric.  They certainly weren’t the first two famous people in Hollywood to take their relationship from casual to intimate within a matter of hours.  But the intimacy developing between Robert Plant and Linda Ronstadt was far from typical. And they both felt it.  Neither of them had to wade through exhausting layers of the façade that enshrouds those who rise to the level of international superstar.  That was clear from the moment they met. The nervous anticipation of meeting each other vanished with that first handshake and smile.  Trust. Honesty.  Foundations for relationships that take years to build were established instantly.  Neither of them could explain it.  And if they could explain it, would it matter?  They were together in this moment. That’s all that mattered. 

Robert stood behind Linda and wrapped his arms around her waist.  She rested her arms on top of his, leaned her head back against his chest and closed her eyes.  He held her quietly, enjoying the rushing of the ocean tide.  He found it remarkable that they were so comfortable with each other after having met only hours before.  After several minutes, he slowly slid one hand down between her legs, rhythmically stroking her.  Robert bent his knees, so he could reach down to kiss her neck and shoulders.  When she felt his soft lips on her neck, she turned her head back towards him, and he leaned forward to kiss her on the mouth. Their instincts guided their movements. Everything flowed perfectly between them.  She turned to face him, and, in one swift motion, he grabbed her by the waist, lifted her in the air, and she wrapped her legs tightly around him.  It was if they had embraced this way a million times.  He shifted his hands to her backside, held her tight, and pressed his tongue hard and deep into her mouth. She laced her fingers through his hair and responded eagerly to his kisses with deep tongue thrusts of her own.

With Linda in his arms, he walked over to a pile of pillows and blankets on the floor.  He held onto her with one arm, balancing her as she slid her feet down and stood to face him.  Robert quickly took off his shirt, tossed it to the floor, then reached over and pulled Linda’s blouse slowly up over her head.  Her nipples were hard.  She started unbuttoning her pants, but he gently stopped her with one hand and said, “I want to do that, darlin’.”  A few moments later, Linda was standing naked in front of Robert, letting him look at her in the moonlight. She was beautiful.  Her smooth, brown skin was flawless, and he felt himself growing harder at the thought of finally fucking her.  She stared at his swollen cock through his jeans, her juices already dripping down her legs in anticipation. Lowering her chin, she looked up at him, smirked, and said, “Robert, take off those pants.  I want to see what’s inside.”

“Oh, baby, you already know what’s inside.”

“Uh huh, and now I want it inside me,” she teased.

Her playfulness excited him.  “What was it you said to me earlier?  Oh yes. You’re good.” He laughed.

Linda watched as Robert unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and pulled down his jeans, and kicked them aside.  His cock was full.  He sat down on the pillows, propped himself up on his elbow, and reached out for her. She moved down onto her knees next to him. Then he placed his free hand behind her head, pulled her forward, and drove his mouth into hers.  Something about kissing her this way intensified his arousal. She reached down for his cock, the delicious cock that she had just enjoyed in the limousine, and gently stroked it.

Robert sat up with legs crossed.  “Sit on top of me, my beautiful,” he said.

Linda held onto his shoulders and straddled him.  She met his gaze, spread her legs further apart, slowly slid down on his shaft and moaned when the tip pressed against her clit. Robert balanced her with his legs as she slid his cock deeper.  When he was halfway inside her, she started riding him up and down with slow, but steady thrusts.  He felt her wetness drip down his shaft.  He kept his eyes locked on hers, took his fingers and rubbed her clit.  “Oh, oh my god,” she whispered.  The slightest touch of his huge fingers sent waves of ecstasy through her.  Nothing but lust existed for her at that moment.

“Oh, this man’s cock!” she thought.  Linda couldn’t think of another time when she felt so sexually aroused.  She had fucked a lot of men, but none of them compared to Robert.  He was the most beautiful and physically exciting man she had ever met.  And their conversation at the party revealed a deeper sensitivity and intelligence in him that one wouldn’t expect from a celebrated and somewhat notorious rock star. Her body took over, and she moved her hips in a circular motion, moaning in pleasure.

Robert cried out, “Ahhhhh!  Yes!  I love that!”

“You love that?” she asked, breathlessly.

“Mmmm.”

“How about . . . this?”  She slid down further, nearly taking the entire length of him inside her, and continued thrusting.  She wanted to enjoy every inch of him. “Every inch of my love.”  Smiling, she recalled the lyrics to “Whole Lotta Love” and, as she took him even deeper inside, she closed her eyes and rocked on him harder and faster and thought, “Yes, I want . . . every . . . inch . . . of . . . his . . . love.”

Robert closed his eyes.  “Ohh, yes,” he whispered.  “This woman knows how to fuck,” he thought.  He watched her ride his cock.  She was fierce, uninhibited and in complete control.  Women who loved to fuck always turned him on, but none were as self-confident as Linda.  Most of them hid behind false bravado and were quickly intimidated by his rock star status.  There was no such pretense with Linda.  She expected nothing more than what he was ready to give in the moment, which put him at ease and freed him from the pressure of being Robert Plant--The Rock Star. He’d only known her for a few hours, and his feelings didn’t quite make sense yet, but he trusted her.  And he hoped she trusted him.

Linda’s sweaty body glistened in the firelight.  Her desire for Robert was deep and its heat was intoxicating.  The adrenaline rush was so intense, she thought she could hear her own heart beating. Robert sensed she was ready to climax, so he slowed their rhythm and lifted her slightly by the waist until the tip of his shaft rubbed against her clit.  Then he slowly eased her back down onto his cock, repeating this rhythm slowly until Linda squirmed in delight.  “Yes!  Now! Now!” she said.  He released her gently, and she took up the rhythm at a faster pace, riding him hard, until her body gave way to a rush of continuous orgasms. “Ahh, ahh, ahhh.”

“Oh yes.  That’s it, my beautiful,” Robert said.  Watching her cum with such pleasure pushed him over the edge.  “Are you ready for me?”

“I’m ready,” she whispered, her energy nearly spent. “I want you.  I want to watch you to cum inside me.”  He extended his hands on the floor behind himself for leverage, raised his hips and thrust his cock deep inside her over, and over again until he couldn’t hold it any longer. Robert let out a long, satisfied moan.  She held him tight, feeling his body shake as he finally came inside her.

Robert pulled Linda on top of him as he slowly leaned back on the pillows.  She lay there silently, her sweaty body rising and falling with his breath.  He leaned forward, kissed her head and, still holding her, rolled gently to his side.  He pulled a blanket over them to shield against the chill of the ocean breeze. “Tell me about your crescent moon,” he said, holding her pendant with his ample fingers.

“Hmm?  My moon? Oh, it’s a symbol for the Mayan goddess Ix Chel.  She’s the goddess of the moon and rebirth.  She’s known as a weaver of life.  Or, as I like to think of her, a symbol of triumph over adversity.  Oh, and, uh, she had a turbulent love affair with the Sun God,” she giggled when Robert raised his eyebrows.

“Turbulent?”

“Passionate, unpredictable.  Anyway, wearing this symbol reminds me to celebrate creativity and love.”

“Egg shhhell . . .”

“Hahaha!  Ix Chel.  It’s spelled I X C H E L.”

“Ix Chel. Hmm.  She sounds quite like Arianhrod. Do you know about her? She’s the Welsh goddess of the moon, stars, fertility, reincarnation.  She was also a weaver.  Our tribes seem to have a lot in common.”

“It’s sort of comforting.  Don’t you think?  To know that people across the globe can be so similar?”

“Sometimes myths and legends are the only things that make sense.  They reveal deep truths about the human condition.  About human desires.”

“And your symbol.  A feather?”

“Yes.  It signifies trust, wisdom, truth, freedom.  I read a lot of books about indigenous symbols and that’s the one that spoke to me.”

“Those are honorable ideals.  Especially in this business.”

He flashed his famous grin.  “Show business or lovemaking?”  He nuzzled his face against her neck and kissed it tenderly.

She laughed again.  She was getting used to his sense of humor.  “Both, I suppose.”

“Yes.”  Robert kissed her passionately, ready to make love to her again.

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