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Aug. 26th, 2022 09:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
corrodedcoffin[ Eddie doesn't want to be the type of artist who gives a shit about awards ceremonies or fame or recognition by the industry at large, but the simple fact of the matter is that having any of those things means Corroded Coffin sells more records. More records means they can tour more, and more touring means he gets to continue living the dream just a little longer. He can't believe the way they've blown up after the release of their latest release, Bloody Handed, but here they are. Nominated for some award he's told is major, mixing and mingling with some of the biggest stars in music at some kind of pre-awards celebration.
A girl in a fluffy pink chiffon dress keeps catching Eddie's eye - maybe it's the colour, maybe the glitter woven into it. Or maybe it's just her - when she's around her entourage she's peppy and bubbly, almost floating around the party. But every quick moment where he sees her alone, she looks like she can't wait to get out of there. He can't blame her - but she probably fits in here among the elite a lot more than he does. Under the leather and denim and hairspray, Eddie's just small town trailer trash, and rich people are still fucking annoying. But there's enough free booze here to have him pretty buzzed, and that makes most people more tolerable.
Gareth says her name is Christina or something and that she's some sort of synthpop darling. A completely manufactured image marketed to the masses, the antithesis of everything Eddie wants to be.
That doesn't mean he can't look, though, and when he catches her ignoring her clean-cut blond companion to stare at him from across the bar instead, Eddie can't help but smile back. He shoots a wink and a wave in her direction before taking another swig of his beer. After all, he's going to need it if he's going to try flirting with Barbie while Ken's practically breathing down her neck.
As if by some miracle, some fancy exec type whisks Ken away, and that's when Eddie decides to bring himself and his beer over to talk. ]
Not gonna lie, I'm probably one of the only people at this party who doesn't know your name yet. Hi - I'm Eddie.
A girl in a fluffy pink chiffon dress keeps catching Eddie's eye - maybe it's the colour, maybe the glitter woven into it. Or maybe it's just her - when she's around her entourage she's peppy and bubbly, almost floating around the party. But every quick moment where he sees her alone, she looks like she can't wait to get out of there. He can't blame her - but she probably fits in here among the elite a lot more than he does. Under the leather and denim and hairspray, Eddie's just small town trailer trash, and rich people are still fucking annoying. But there's enough free booze here to have him pretty buzzed, and that makes most people more tolerable.
Gareth says her name is Christina or something and that she's some sort of synthpop darling. A completely manufactured image marketed to the masses, the antithesis of everything Eddie wants to be.
That doesn't mean he can't look, though, and when he catches her ignoring her clean-cut blond companion to stare at him from across the bar instead, Eddie can't help but smile back. He shoots a wink and a wave in her direction before taking another swig of his beer. After all, he's going to need it if he's going to try flirting with Barbie while Ken's practically breathing down her neck.
As if by some miracle, some fancy exec type whisks Ken away, and that's when Eddie decides to bring himself and his beer over to talk. ]
Not gonna lie, I'm probably one of the only people at this party who doesn't know your name yet. Hi - I'm Eddie.
