Runnin' with the Devil

Putting on a Show pt. 1 [Eddie's POV]

*it's showtime baby. Things get a little spicy toward the end but nothing serious*
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"Alright, listen up. This may come as a surprise but I am postponing tonight's meeting."

  The boys all give me confused looks and immediately start talking all at once. Dustin looks at me with concern and I laugh it off. I let the boys continue their panicked rambling for a few moments more before it finally gets on my nerves.

"Shut up! Let me explain. Y/n is having a show tonight and I can't miss it. You're welcome to join me if you so choose, but no campaign tonight."

"Eddie, you went to a party with this chick a week ago and you're already up her ass?"

"Gareth, if you speak again so help me-"

"I was just sayin. You never postpone...for anything. Why now?"

"The why doesn't matter."

"Whatever man."

  Gareth rolls his eyes at me which only pisses me off more but I brush it off. I don't feel like causing much of a scene today, even if these guys make me wanna beat the living shit out of them right now.

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  I look down at my watch quickly as I tap the steering wheel with my other hand. 7:38 p.m., I'm running late. If it wasn't for Dustin taking his sweet ass time to get ready and deciding to invite Steve last minute, we could've been there by now. Too late to dwell on that now as I roll down the road toward a bunch of cars lining the right shoulder. I pull in behind a blue, Chevrolet corvette and throw the van in park.

"Let's go."

  I say to the boys in the back before shutting the van off and getting out. As soon as I step out I can hear her voice coming from the speakers in the woods. Thankfully, the show hasn't started yet.

"How's everyone doing this evening?"

  I hear her voice chime over people cheering, clapping, and screaming. Without hesitation, I run into the trees until I find the crowd, leaving Dustin, Steve, Gareth, and Jeff behind to find their own way over. When I finally see her on that, clearly handmade, stage with red string lights on the mic stand in front and littered around the stage lighting up her face, I feel a sense of pride wash over me.

  Her band mates are finishing setting up their instruments behind her as I stand behind the crowd. I can hardly pull my eyes from her in those faux leather pants, that strangely intact band shirt, black boots, single silver chain around her neck, and matching earrings. She's beautiful.

"Eddie! What the fuck man?! You just left us back there!"

  I hear Dustin call out from behind me. This finally causes me to remove my eyes from y/n and turn to face the boys walking toward me. As I turn I catch a glimpse of some blonde guy in a leather jacket and white shirt smoking a cigarette, leaning against a tree off to the side a bit. If he wasn't wearing that leather jacket I would've thought he looked a little out of place. Though, I didn't think much of him as the boys finally reached me.

"You found your way, didn't you?"

"Holy shit, is that her?"

  I turn my attention to Gareth who looks starstruck at the sight of y/n. I look back at her for a moment to see her plugging in a black and wine colored electric guitar and smile before turning back to the guys.

"That's her."

  I affirm accompanied by a nod to Gareth who clearly isn't paying any attention to me. I watch as Steve shoves his elbow into Gareth's side and glare at him. Gareth's gaze shoots over to Steve with frustration painting his face.

"What?"

  Steve didn't reply verbally, all he did was shake his head at him before returning his attention to the stage when the sound of drums fills the air. I quickly turn around to do the same and see y/n walking to the mic stand at the front center of the stage, her eyes are on me and that sense of pride comes back. She looks happy to see that I had shown up and gives a small wave before looking away from me.

"Alright, I've kept you guys waiting long enough. What do you say we get started, huh?"

  The crowd erupts into cheers which makes her laugh that sweet, angelic laugh of hers. The drums are still going as the bassist starts to chime in before finally the entire band, y/n included, begins playing. Finally, as the intro comes to a close, she begins singing and her voice utterly enchants me.

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  2 songs in and y/n has handed her guitar off to Robin who I assume to be a stagehand for her. She's got the mic gripped tightly in her hand, now disconnected from the stand, and is freely roaming the stage as she sings. She saunters her way behind the bassist, her free hand slipping up the bassist's right arm and onto her shoulder as she turns her head, practically singing into the bassist's ear. I hear a couple people catcall as she does this.

  A slight feeling of jealousy arises in me before she moves away from her bandmate and returns back to the front of the stage, only to step off of it and head into the crowd a bit. She is still barely visible from where I'm standing and I see her start to remove her shirt. The crowd screams with delight as she tosses it in the middle of them, the blonde guy I caught sight of earlier, now no longer standing off to the side, catching it from the air. She's got a devilish smile on her face as she walks to the right of the crowd, an arm outstretched to her side as the screams continue.

"She really knows how to work a crowd, huh?!"

  I hear Steve practically yell into my ear from beside me. I give no response as I am focused on keeping an eye on y/n. I finally catch a glimpse of the black, studded bra she's got on and realize that she does that move quite a bit if she's got something like that on underneath her shirt. That would explain the intact band shirt as well.

  Without much thought, I leave the guys behind once again and push my way into the screaming crowd to get closer to her. Once I'm close enough that I'm in her line of sight, she flashes that devilish smile my way and saunters over. She gestures for the few people in front of me to part and motions me forward with her finger. A smile of my own appears on my expression as I walk up to her. Before I can do much she grabs me by a belt loop on my pants and pulls me close to her. Once I'm practically pressed against her, the hand on my belt loop moves up to my chest and she winks at me.