Labeled a muse, no longer faithful she left a husband to live with the stars, becoming the fifth among four.
Was it sympathy for the devil,
or sex, drugs and rock’n’roll?
She looked like an angel, she sang like an angel, and they spent their nights together.
But… you can’t always get what you want, after five years she was married to drugs. Penniless, left to herself.
I remember her voice. Broken, her English had deepened, and emerging from darkness I imagined her driving through Paris, in a sport car with the warm wind in her hair.
Rising to stardom.
This image brought me some problems but after reading Rochelle’s entry I thought about the road-kills left in the wake of all successful musicians. Often the women who where said to be muses. I actually listened to Marianne Faithful before I listened to Rolling Stones, and reading her story and her comeback is a great story, but I wanted to share an old video when she was still almost like the fifth member of the famous band. I have weaved in some lyrics and titles into this piece.
Friday Fictioneers is a wonderful group of writers who write 100 word stories to the same picture each week. Rochelle selects the picture and writer the story. Join the fun if you dare.
June 27, 2018