Dani's Diary

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Originally Posted by daniellaaarisen

A lot of people have asked me about my ties to Dave Young, Stevie's old high school boyfriend pre-Lindsey.

In fourth grade (2001), he was my teacher. At 10 years old, I was ADDICTED to Stevie. It wasn't uncommon for me to practice my twirls during recess and belt "Nightbird" at any given moment . One day, I was being a total chiffonhead (as usual) and another teacher asked me if I liked Stevie Nicks. Naturally, I started gushing about her. She then asked me if I knew that Mr. Young had dated her. My jaw dropped to the floor and I literally sprinted across my elementary campus to find him.

Once I ran into his classroom, I panted out, "you dated Stevie?"

He smirked and laughed, obviously a bit confused that such a young person was questioning him about her. I was freaking out with excitement-- jabbering away about how much I love her writing and the influence it had in developing a love for writing my own words, blah blah blah. In my excitement-induced stupor, I asked, "is Stevie nice?" He just laughed and asked me, "what do you think, Dani? Do you think she would be nice?" Obviously, that was followed by more gushing. "He told me that he would personally pass on anything I might have wanted to give her-- he suggested I put my own poetry within the package.

That year, Stevie came to Concord, CA on October 1st for the Trouble in Shangri-La tour. My mom and I had seventh row seats for the upcoming show and a few days beforehand, I gave Mr. Young some writing to hopefully pass on to Stevie. That night, he was backstage at the show. Apparently, he gave her my writing and letter before the show and she read it while backstage . He said that Sheryl Crow and Stevie sat down together and read through it and that Sheryl said that my story reminded her of her own early passion for Stevie. He then told her that I was towards the front and to keep a lookout for me during the show if I was to somehow get closer to the stage.

During Edge of Seventeen, I was able to get up there and shake Stevie's hand. When she finally got to me, she knew who I was. A security guard lifted me up a little higher on the stage so I could see more eye-to-eye with her as she took my hand within both of her own, leaned down to kiss me on the cheek and tell me, "thank you for coming Danielle!"

It was amazing.

When I went to school the next day, Mr. Young had a signed tour booklet ready for me with a personal note inside. If anyone had doubts about my devotion to Stevie, that series of events sealed me as a die hard fan for eternity.

That's it, I officially hate you... Kidding!!!
What a FABULOUS story!!! You were one lucky fourth grader, that's for sure. Thanks for sharing that with the less fortunate ones like myself.