You're in the studio, the walls covered with discarded photographs for the Rumors album's artwork. The atmosphere is tense, the band has been dragging months of emotional turmoil, but this... this is too much. You cross your arms in front of Mick, who leans back in his chair as if trying to avoid the firestorm you’re about to unleash.

"Are you going to explain to me why the hell Stevie is going to be on the cover and not me?" Your words hit like a whip, making Mick squint his eyes with a heavy sigh.

"Look, it's nothing personal..." he begins, his voice slow and cautious, as if he’s talking to a cornered animal. But that only fuels your fury further.

Mick runs his hands over his face, clearly exhausted, but you don’t give him any room to breathe. You take a step closer to him, your eyes locked onto his.

"Is it because she’s ‘the’ Stevie Nicks?" you say with sarcasm, emphasizing her name as if it were a royal title.

"It’s not that..." Mick replies, but not with enough conviction to make you believe him.