Fleetwood Mac star Stevie Nicks finally reveals what life changing advice Prince gave to her

She spent the night working on a song that would end up becoming the lead single from Nicks’ 1983 solo album “The Wild Heart” and the single went to No. 5 in the U.S. Billboard Top 100.
After writing her song ‘Stand Back” she asked for a meeting with Prince and 20 minutes later they were introduced to each other for the first time in a studio in Los Angeles.
Nicks said Prince listened to her song, inspired by his “Little Red Corvette” classic and went straight over to the keyboard to start adding his own parts.
He then got up, gave her a hug and left.

“He spoiled me for every band I’ve ever had because nobody can exactly re-create — not even with two piano players —what Prince did all by his little self,” she said in the book “Rock Lives.”
Nicks said as much as she admired Prince, she avoided a romantic relationship with him because she appreciated their musical connection.

“He spoiled me for every band I’ve ever had because nobody can exactly re-create — not even with two piano players —what Prince did all by his little self,” she said in the book “Rock Lives.”
Nicks said as much as she admired Prince, she avoided a romantic relationship with him because she appreciated their musical connection.

“I really wanted a musical relationship, and I had smartened up, even then,” she explained. “You’ll break up and never speak again. But he wasn’t interested in just that.”
In turn, Prince’s “When Doves Cry” was inspired by Nicks’ song “Edge of Seventeen.”

The Fleetwood Mac star said that she was heavily into drugs when she collaborated with Prince.
“The eighties were pretty bad drug years for me,” Stevie Nicks told The New Yorker. “And Prince was not very into drugs. And the fact that he ended up being on a lot of pain medication just blows my mind, because he was so against it, and he gave me so many lectures about it.”
The “Gypsy” singer said Prince warned her about her drug use. “I’d talk to him every once in a while on the phone, and we’d talk for hours, and he’d go, ‘You gotta be careful, Stevie.’ And I’d go, ‘I know, I know.’”
Following his death Nicks said, “My sadness is that he did die of an accidental drug overdose. He’s up there looking down, saying to me, ‘Sweetie, I can’t believe it happened either.’”

It seems Prince was right to be worried at the time as Nicks ended up in rehab twice. The singer checked into the Betty Ford clinic in 1986 for her cocaine addiction, and then went to another hospital in 1993 for her addiction to Klonopin, which Nicks said she was over-prescribed.
But in 1986, Nicks spoke to a plastic surgeon about her nose. The doctor told her she had burned a coin-sized hole in her nose from her cocaine abuse.
“I said, ‘What do you think about my nose?’” the singer recalled. “And he said, ‘Well, I think the next time you do a hit of cocaine, you could drop dead.’”
Following her conversation with the doctor, Nicks decided to check into the Betty Ford clinic. The move helped turn her life around and arguably saved her career and her life.
Thank goodness she had a conversation that set her on the right path. It sounds like it came at just the right time.
It is, however, a tragedy that Prince couldn’t get off the harmful opioids that he was on. Nicks’ story just confirms the musical genius he really was and how generous he was with his talent.
He will always be a musical legend, missed by millions.

My Husband Died in an Accident, but I Never Saw His Body — One Day, I Heard His Voice Coming from Our Little Daughter’s Bedroom

Grief plays tricks on the mind, but this? This was real. Kelly knew her husband’s voice, and she’d just heard it… coming from her daughter’s room. A chill ran down her spine. Jeremy had been dead for two years. So who — or what — was speaking in his voice? Then she stepped inside… and FROZE.

I’m Kelly. I’m 30, and my life has been a rollercoaster of love and loss. My husband, Jeremy, died in a car accident two years ago. I was eight months pregnant with our daughter, Sophia. One moment, I was painting flowers on the walls of her nursery, dreaming about our future. The next, I was getting a phone call that shattered my world.

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A pregnant woman looking at her phone | Source: Pexels

I remember that moment like it was yesterday. The paintbrush slipped from my fingers, leaving a trail of pink down the wall.

“Miss Kelly?” the voice on the phone was gentle, practiced. “This is Officer Reynolds…”

“Yes?” My hand instinctively went to my swollen belly. Sophia kicked, as if sensing my fear.

“There’s been an accident. Your husband…”

“No,” I whispered. “No, please…”

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A startled woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

They told me the crash was bad — so bad that I shouldn’t see his body. I never got to say goodbye. Just a closed casket at the funeral, and that was it.

“Kelly, honey,” my mom had said at the funeral, holding me as I sobbed. “You need to stay strong. For the baby.”

“How?” I choked out. “How am I supposed to do this without him? He was supposed to be here. He was supposed to hold her…”

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Men carrying a coffin | Source: Pexels

Two years later, I was doing my best to keep going, to be strong for Sophia. But the emptiness? It never really left.

And then, two days ago, something happened that made me question everything.

It was just a regular afternoon. I had put Sophia down for her nap in her bedroom and curled up on the couch with a book. The house was quiet. Peaceful.

Until I heard it.

The sound of a window shutting. Not loud — just enough to make me glance up. Probably the wind, I thought. But then, my blood ran cold when I… Oh my God… when I heard JEREMY’S VOICE:

“I love you forever.”

I swear to God, my whole body turned to ice.

It wasn’t a muffled memory in my head. It wasn’t wishful thinking. It was CLEAR AS DAY.

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A terrified woman | Source: Midjourney

I sat frozen, my breath caught in my throat. My ears were ringing. My heart pounded so hard I thought I might pass out.

“Jeremy?” I whispered into the silence, my voice trembling. “Baby, is that you?”

No. No, no, no. Jeremy was gone. This was NOT POSSIBLE.

But I heard it. Again.

“I love you forever.”

It was coming from Sophia’s room.

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A frantic woman standing at the doorway | Source: Midjourney

I shot up so fast the book tumbled off my lap. My mind raced with possibilities — was someone in there? Was I hallucinating?

Was Jeremy ALIVE?

I rushed down the hallway, barely feeling my feet hit the floor. My hands were ice-cold, and my stomach churned like I might throw up.

“Please,” I whispered as I ran, tears already forming. “Please, if you’re there…”

I pushed open Sophia’s door.

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A terrified woman walking into a room | Source: Midjourney

She was sound asleep in her crib, curled up in a little ball, her tiny fingers clutching a teddy bear. The room was just as I had left it. No open windows. No shadows in the corner. Nothing.

But then, I heard it again.

“I love you forever.”

I swore my heart stopped.

“Jeremy?” My voice cracked. “Is this some kind of cruel joke? Please… I can’t… I can’t take this…”

I scanned the room, my hands shaking as I moved toward the window. Something had to explain this.

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A little girl fast asleep while holding a teddy bear | Source: Midjourney

My fingers brushed against the glass. It was shut. Locked. Outside, a small tree branch rested against the pane, broken like it had fallen against it.

Okay. That explained the noise. But Jeremy’s voice?

My eyes darted back to Sophia. She stirred in her sleep, hugging the bear tighter.

“Dada,” she murmured in her sleep, and my heart shattered all over again.

And then it hit me.

The bear.

I dropped to my knees beside her crib, hands trembling as I reached for it. Pressed it.

“I love you forever.”

My chest squeezed so tight I thought I might collapse.

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A startled woman holding a teddy bear | Source: Midjourney

Jeremy’s voice… It was coming from the bear.

“Oh God,” I sobbed, clutching the bear to my chest. “Oh God, Jeremy…”

I sat on the couch, staring at the bear like it might come to life.

I had no memory of buying this. Had someone given it to Sophia?

And then I remembered. A week ago, we had celebrated Sophia’s second birthday. My mother-in-law, Gloria, had given her this bear.

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A little girl celebrating her 2nd birthday | Source: Pexels

“Look what Grandma got you!” I had said, trying to sound cheerful despite the ache in my chest. Another birthday without Jeremy.

I had barely looked at it at the time. It was just another stuffed animal.

But now? Now I needed answers. So I called Gloria.

She picked up on the second ring. “Kelly, hi, sweetie! Everything okay?”

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An older woman holding her phone | Source: Midjourney

I gripped the bear tighter. “Did you know this thing plays Jeremy’s voice?”

Silence.

Then, a quiet, almost hesitant, “Oh… did it finally play?”

My stomach twisted. “Finally? What do you mean FINALLY?”

Gloria sighed. “I was wondering when you’d hear it.”

I sat up straighter. “Gloria. What did you do?”

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“Kelly, please,” her voice wavered. “Just let me explain…”

“Explain what?” I demanded, my voice rising. “Explain why you thought it was okay to… to…”

I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

Gloria showed up an hour later, looking almost nervous. She sat across from me, hands folded, eyes scanning my face.

“I just… I thought it would help,” she said softly.

I placed the bear between us. “Help who?”

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Two women talking to each other | Source: Midjourney

She exhaled. “Sophia. And you.”

I stared at her.

“Kelly,” she reached across the table, taking my hand. “Every time Sophia asks about her daddy… every time I see you trying to explain… it breaks my heart.”

“And you don’t think this breaks mine?” My voice cracked. “To hear his voice again, out of nowhere?”

Gloria swallowed. “After Jeremy died, I kept thinking about how Sophia would never know her dad’s voice. So I took a recording from your wedding video. You remember his vows?”

My throat closed.

“‘I love you forever,'” she whispered.

Oh my God.

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A woman overwhelmed with emotions | Source: Midjourney

“I remember,” I choked out. “He… he practiced those vows for weeks. Said he had to get them perfect…”

She clasped her hands together. “I had it sewn into the bear before her birthday. I wanted her to have a piece of him. To know he’s always with her.”

I blinked hard, staring at the table, my mind spinning.

She had meant well. I knew that. But I felt so blindsided.

“Gloria,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “You should have told me.”

“I know,” she admitted with a fragile smile. “I just… I didn’t want to upset you.”

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An older woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

“Upset me?” I laughed bitterly. “I thought I was going crazy. I thought… for a moment, I thought he was…”

“Alive?” Gloria finished softly. “Oh, sweetheart…”

She moved around the table, pulling me into her arms as I broke down.

“I miss him so much,” I sobbed. “Every single day…”

“I know,” she stroked my hair. “He would be so proud of you, Kelly. So proud of how you’re raising Sophia.”

I didn’t know what to say.

I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t relieved. I was just… overwhelmed.

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A distressed woman | Source: Midjourney

That night, I sat in Sophia’s room, watching her sleep. The bear was in my lap. My fingers traced the soft fabric as I stared at my little girl — the daughter Jeremy never got to meet.

She looked so much like him. The same curve to her nose, the same dimple when she smiled, and the same sparkling blue eyes.

“You would have loved her so much,” I whispered into the darkness. “She’s perfect, Jeremy. Just perfect.”

I pressed the bear one last time as a familiar voice filled the room and my heart:

“I love you forever.”

A lump formed in my throat. I wiped my eyes quickly, swallowing down the ache.

I missed him.

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A heartbroken woman holding a teddy bear | Source: Midjourney

Sophia stirred, her eyes fluttering open. “Mama?”

“Hey, baby girl,” I whispered, reaching to stroke her cheek.

“Bear?” She reached for the teddy.

I handed it to her, watching as she pressed it to her chest. Jeremy’s voice filled the room again.

“That’s your daddy,” I told her, my voice thick with tears. “He loves you so, so much.”

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A cheerful little girl holding a teddy bear | Source: Midjourney

“Dada?” She looked at the bear with wide eyes, then back at me.

“Yes, sweetheart. That’s Dada.”

She hugged the bear tighter, closing her eyes. “Love Dada.”

And for so long, I thought I had lost everything. But here, in my daughter’s arms, was a piece of him.

I leaned down and kissed Sophia’s forehead.

“You’ll always have him with you, my sweet girl,” I whispered. “Always.”

The grief was still there. It always would be.

But for the first time in a long, long time… I didn’t feel so alone.

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A grieving woman holding herself together | Source: Midjourney

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