Disclaimer: Yeah, don't own squat except for Christian, the other Canadians (Iron Fist and Pierre) and any of the Edtallica song lyrics I've put up, like the new one called "Romantic" that I made for this chapter.
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Chapter 8: Romantic
Friday, November 16th, 2006; Detroit, Michigan: 12:15 AM
"It's right this way." Eddy guided, showing the lady du jour to the hotel room he was splitting with Christian.
"Ok…" The sultry fan purred, getting a tad closer to the heavily hair-sprayed drummer.
Eddy fumbled around in the pocket of his two thousand-dollar leather pants drunkenly for the room's cardkey. The band just finished up a show at a local rock club, which was packed to full capacity. Afterward, the fearsome foursome decided to let loose and have a few (dozen) drinks. During the debauchery, Eddy met a girl that he thought was "pretty cute". After an hour or so of him (oddly enough) being hit on, the drunken drummer decided to give her a guided tour of the hotel room.
After an awkward drunken forage through his left pocket, Eddy finally found the keycard. He quickly jammed it in the slot and opened the door, placing a sock over the door handle. As soon as he closed and locked the door, the groupie immediately pounced.
A devilish grin slithered across Eddy's face. He liked where this was going! He mechanically peeled off the lady's constricting top, wincing a little bit as she bit his lip. As the two of them began to strip off articles of clothing, Eddy realized something was bothering him. This particular girl seemed familiar…
"What's yer name, babe?" Eddy slurred drunkenly as he randomly felt her up.
"Kayleigh…" she moaned.
"Oh, ok." The drummer shrugged nonchalantly.
Kayleigh… that name sort of rang a bell, but he couldn't put his finger on it. The oversexed drummer decided it was just his "imagination" and carried on with who he was doing.
Just as things were getting good for him, Eddy was disrupted by the sound of the door opening.
"Hey Eddy, why the fuck did ya put a sock on the doorknob?" a familiar voice sloshed, "Nobody wants to see that!"
If it weren't for what was currently happening, Eddy would've been considerably less panicked.
"Oh shit!" Eddy hissed, desperately flailing around to search for his pants.
"Hmm? Eddy, what is it, baby?" the girl whispered from next to him.
"Christian's-"
"Oh for the love of- Eddy put on yer pants, man! I DEFINITELY don't want to see that!" Christian yelled, "Put on the 'do not disturb' sign next time!"
"Sorry, Christian…" Eddy muttered, just beginning to feel the effects of semi-lethal amounts of alcohol he consumed.
"Don't apologize, just fix it!" Christian proclaimed, cackling drunkenly at his retort.
Rolling his eyes, Eddy helped Kayleigh find her clothes. He then took her out to the tour bus to "finish petting the kitty" as he so elegantly put it.
The next morning, when he woke up dazed and hung over, he noticed he was alone. Upon further inspection of his surroundings, he noticed that his precious (and expensive) leather pants, a pair of his drumsticks, and his entire wallet had vanished.
"Huh?"
He reached up and pulled a sticky note off his forehead that read:
Eddy-
Last night was great! See you next time…
Kayleigh
PS: Say "hi" to Double D for me.
Eddy's jaw dropped as everything came rushing back. Everything made more sense now…
'B-but that means I just'
"Oh shit…."
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"Penny for your thoughts, cap'n?" Ed joked, elbowing his friend.
"Huh? Oh, hey Ed," Eddy greeted, "What is it?"
"Just wondering how come you went off La-La Land just now." Ed stated plainly.
"Oh just uh, remembering the good ol' days, Mullet." The drummer replied.
The red-head nodded.
"So when's Jimmy's plane gonna get here?" Christian inquired.
"Don't know. Should be any minute now I'd say." Eddward answered.
"Yeah, it'll be good to see the little dude again," Eddy said, trying to keep his mind off that memory, "Remember that one time before we left for California to record Mental Case when Ed walked in on Jimmy and Cindy playing tonsil hockey in the linen closet?"
"Oh, yeah!" Christian chuckled, "And then he covered his eyes and backed away and broke like, five things!"
"Ha ha ha, yeah!" Ed guffawed, "And remember when we taught him how to mosh and stage dive at that Misfits concert?"
The band's reminiscing was interrupted by an announcement over the airport PA system.
"Attention. Flight 61-A from Detroit is now unloading at Terminal 2, thank you."
"It's about time!" Eddy griped, launching out of his chair.
"Yeah, let's go get our long-lost little chum!" Ed exclaimed.
The four band mates walked briskly over to the second terminal of the huge airport. After cutting in front of a few people in the crowd, they began to closely watch the long line that seemingly consisted of tourists and old people. Once the crowd of tackily-dressed tourists died down a bit, the band finally saw some familiar faces.
"JIMMY!" Ed bellowed happily, immediately grabbing the artist in one of his signature hugs.
"Dude, Jimmy it's been years, man," Christian said, giving Jimmy a high five, "How've you been?"
"I've been doing alright," James answered, "I've just been really bored the last four years and it's all your fault!"
"Well excuse us for battling personal demons!" Christian joked.
From there, the band helped Jimmy and Cindy grab their bags and took the time to get reacquainted with their "little dude". From the airport, they decided to go to a local grille. While they were there, Eddy couldn't help but recall that fateful night that cost him a pair of 100-dollar drumsticks and leather pants that cost over three times as much. It wasn't the fact that he lost the stuff that had been eating at him the past four years; it was who he did it with. He slept with his best friend's ex-girlfriend.
'OK, so I bonked Kayleigh. I can't change that,' the drummer pondered, 'That still doesn't explain why I haven't even mentioned it to Double D. I mean, she broke up with him, why would he care? Why am I so scared to tell him? Still… what the fuck am I supposed to do? Just say tomorrow like hey Double D, how 'bout you play that a little faster, oh and by the by, I banged Kayleigh four years ago?'
"Eddy? Earth to Eddy, come in Eddy!"
"Huh?"
"Dude, you gotta quit phasing out like that on us, it's creepy!" Christian declared.
Eddy managed to stay on planet Earth for the rest of the dinner, with a bit of difficulty. Once the Eds, Christian, James, and Cindy finished eating and telling various tall tales, they decided to call it a night.
"Catch you tomorrow, guys!" James called.
"See ya, Jimmy." Eddy saluted, walking off towards his car.
Eddy lazily slid into bed. He tossed and turned for a while, but couldn't get to sleep. He recalled that back in the "5-Hole Dayz" as they called them, Christian once said:
"Dude, when you're mad, write a song about it. When you're sad, write a song about it. When you're in the best mood you've ever been in your entire fucking life, you'd better believe you should write a song about it!"
Eddy shrugged. He'd never really written lyrics in his life, and his contributions to Right Back At Ya were somewhat half-baked, but he figured it was worth a shot. They needed new material anyway. He decided he'd write a punk song, those were supposed to be short. After about half an hour, he had some relatively good lyrics scrawled out on the hotel room notepad.
Romantic
Hello there, babe, how are ya?
What's yer sign, girl where ya from?
Let me buy you a drink
Then I think
I'm gonna take you all the way home
I'm just another fucking romantic
Can I get your number?
I'll give ya mine
I'm just a fucking romantic
Let's make a date
I'm makin' time
C'mon baby, faster (faster)
Let's go all the way
In my front pocket lies
A big surprise
C'mon girl make my day
I'm just a fucking romantic
Devine gift to women
No doubt in mind
I'm just a fucking romantic
And you're the last thing on my mind
Oddly enough, once he penned the last word to the song that described his womanizing methods, Eddy felt a lot better. He'd definitely have to show the guys his lyrics tomorrow, and then he'd have something else to get off his chest.
A/N: WHOA! It's been awhile, huh? Sorry I haven't written in over two months. Normally I'd save you the excuses, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't tell you what was up: Drama shows have ended, writer's block has past, and I got over my wicked awful case of teen-angst. So anyway, hopefully none of you consider me dead or anything. Well, read and review.