Here's a sneak peak of the first page. There's a cover page of a black and white picture of them on stage. *For educational purposes only.

OVER BLACK We hear snatches of pop hooks and blues riffs over layers of static.

FADE IN: INT. STEVIE/LINDSEY’S BEDROOMS - NIGHT - SPLITSCREEN (THE FOLLOWING TAKES PLACE IN SPLITSCREEN)

Two radio dials. Two hands, female and male, scanning for the right tune.

They find exactly what they’re looking for at the exact same time.

The haunted folk-pop of “California Dreamin’” by The Mamas and the Papas rings out clear as a bell.

PULL BACK TO REVEAL:

Left side of the screen, STEVIE NICKS (17), a sandy blonde with apple-cheeks, gives herself a once over in the mirror then smirks. For someone so young, that smirk is extraordinarily self-possessed. Or, maybe, just possessed. The truth lies somewhere in between, but she loves to keep you guessing.

Right side of the screen, LINDSEY BUCKINGHAM, (16), tight curly mop of hair and intense eyes, does a shoulder roll in his mirror, then exhales to relax himself. He’s wound tighter than his guitar strings. That’s impressive, considering he tunes it to perfection, at least twice a day.

Left side: Stevie lip syncs along to the song with more enthusiasm than accuracy, as she fastens a gold cross necklace that comes to rest over her conservatively buttoned- up blouse.

Right side: Lindsey air guitars along with Flip Sloan’s picking on the radio. His strumming is 110%-oh-my-God-is-this- all-he-ever-does faithful.

INT. STEVIE/LINDSEY’S LIVING ROOMS - MOMENTS LATER - SPLITSCREEN Left side: Stevie bounds downstairs into the room, as her parents, JESS (40) and BARBARA (38) stare mindlessly at a broadcast of Hogan’s Heroes.

STEVIE I’m going to Young Life.

BARBARA (without looking up) Young Life?

STEVIE The gathering in the church basement. Be back by 11!

JESS (also not looking) 10.

Stevie’s out the door, pretending not to have heard.

Right side: Lindsey creeps down the stairs to find his parents, MORRIS (47) and RUTH (45) distracted. His mother is on the phone chattering on about some country club nonsense, while his father joylessly reads The Carpetbaggers.

LINDSEY I’m going out.

Morris shrugs, Ruth gives him nothing.

Lindsey goes to the front door, passing by shelves displaying trophy after trophy all with the name: “GREG BUCKINGHAM”

EXT. SUBURBAN STREETS - MOMENTS LATER - SPLITSCREEN

Right side: Lindsey grabs a leather jacket out of the bushes that line his porch. He drapes himself in the icon of borrowed cool, then untucks his shirt. His confidence is almost enough to make these choices work. He continues on towards First Presbyterian.

Left side: Stevie struts along the sidewalk with a purpose towards ROBIN SNYDER (17). Robin is a ride or die, seven days a week, talk til the sun comes up kind of best friend.

Robin, whose wavy auburn locks go all the way down her back, sits at the end of her driveway facing away from Stevie. She fiddles with something in her lap.

Stevie tip-toes up behind and jumps on her.

The two scream and laugh together for a moment. Robin holds up her project, a crescent moon necklace.