He'd have to be a real dumbass to dump a pretty thing like that." Yeah, real shame, I hear they're gorgeous. "It's a shame though," you shrugged your shoulders, sighing dramatically as you turned. He raised a brow, grinning as you continued. ![]() "I happened to really enjoy those lead guitar solos. "Like nothing I've ever heard before." You squinted, an incredulous hand on your chin. "The music?" Eddie carried on, flourishing his voice as he bowed. "Well, I found myself passing through and heard the music, and I just couldn't resist." You smiled, enthralled by the push and pull. You laughed as he gestured with a ringed hand. "Now what is a pretty thing like you," he flashed you that shark-tooth, shit-eating grin, "doing in a place like this." His passion.Īnd now, sauntering toward you, covered in sweat and propelled by the frenzy of the finale, was the adrenaline-filled accomplice to all of your late-night indiscretions. It was one of the things you'd always admired most about him, one of the things you'd so adamantly claimed you'd hated him for– his bravery. You had to give it to them– despite the sameness of the venue, the predictability of its emptiness and lack of enthusiasm from the patrons, the guys never failed to match the excitement you'd expect from a sold-out stadium tour Eddie especially. The drums crashed, symbols smashing against each other as the final note sang, cuing your usual whooping from the floor you screamed for an encore in the near-empty bar, enlisting your usual attempt to prevent your drink from spilling while you cheered.Įddie bowed dramatically, cuing Gareth to approach the mic with a send-off equal to the confidence of a true Ozzy Osborne reincarnate. You tried not to stare, instead snapping your attention back to the music as Eddie's nimble fingers made visceral work of the finale, letting the last note reverberate as he hovered the guitar in his hands. The only thing out of place was a man in the corner a suit, paying particular attention to the stage. There wasn't much of a crowd, your own legs being one of the only pairs standing in the whole joint, save for the bartenders and a couple of wandering drunks. The only remainder was the boy on stage, bowed over his guitar like a priest at worship, ironically as Corroded Coffin carried out a particularly devilish tune. ![]() Since that fateful night in the Munson trailer months ago, it seemed that your nightmare had finally ended no more headaches, spontaneous nosebleeds or paralyzing dreams that left you screaming. It was a Friday night, the late June heat hanging in the air to thaw the icy remains of the past. Yet, as you stood in the pit before the stage, watching Eddie Munson slash his Warlock for dear life, you couldn't help but feel that the lighting shooting down your spine when he looked at you was never going to disappear. Heraclitus wrote that you can never step in the same river twice that the only permanence of which we could ever truly be sure was change itself. AN: welcome back to the thunder dome (my brain) (i missed u) (i've been writing) (enjoy)
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