Stevie Nicks has always been a pillar of strength, but tonight, she looked heartbreakingly small. It was the first show since the passing of Christine McVie—her soulmate, her sister. As the night drew to a close, the stage lights faded to a melancholy purple. Stevie signaled for silence. She stood frozen, clutching her shawl tight, her eyes locked on the empty space behind the organ—the place where Christine used to sit and smile. “I’m giving this song back to you,” she whispered. She began to sing “Songbird” a cappella. Her signature raspy voice cracked on the high notes—trembling, raw, and utterly exposed. No one dared to applaud. The only sound was the stifled sobbing of the crowd. And then, a strange audio glitch occurred in the final second that made everyone believe Christine had truly heard her…
In the turbulent, soap-opera history of Fleetwood Mac, there were many wars. Lovers fought, husbands and wives divorced, and egos…