Genuine ~Eddie Munson~

my muse

Eddie's POV:

A month had passed since Vallie told me she loved me and everything was going perfect for the both of us. Vallie got a job and I was finally getting good enough grades so graduation was looking good for me. Wayne was gone for another work trip so we had the trailer all to ourselves again.

Vallie and I laid in bed, tangled in each other's arms, sweaty bodies and trying to catch out breaths after the most amazing sex we've ever had. Vallie traced the tattoo on my chest as my finger rubs up and down her bare back. She rests her chin on my chest and looks up at me, "Eddie?" She softly says with a smile.

I look down at her and shake my head, "No, don't make a sound. I just want to cherish this moment in silence." I say before pressing a kiss on her forehead. She snuggles into my chest and holds me as tightly as she possibly could.

Vallie was the absolute love of my life and God, I was basking in every moment that she lays next to me the way she does. I watch as her eyes slowly close and small snores escape from her lips.

I watch as she sleeps and it clicks in me. I lean over and grab my song book and begin writing the words to the song as they come to me. This song was always missing something and I now know what the song was missing.

Vallie was my muse for this song and God, I loved where it was going. I gently push Vallie off of me and grab my guitar from its hooks and walk back over to the bed. I strum my guitar and put the guitar pick in between my teeth as I wrote down the lyrics:

Lay where you're laying
Don't make a sound
I know they're watching
They're watching
All the commotion
The kiddie-like play
Has people talking
They're talking
You
Your sex is on fire

I tie my hair back in a bun and place the pencil down as I grab the guitar pick from my teeth and go back to playing the next part of the song. As I wrote this song memories of Vallie and I play through my head giving me every lyric idea I could throw into the song:

The dark of the alley
The breaking of day
Head while I'm driving
I'm driving
Soft lips are open
Them knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying
You're dying
You
You're sex is on fire
Consumed
With what's just transpired

I placed the pencil behind my ear and looked over at Vallie and she was still sleeping soundly. I grab the pick and play the next part of the song as softly as I could to not wake her from sleeping. This song was such a fucking struggle for the longest time and now I'm finally writing it, all because of Vallie.

Hot as a fever
Rattling bones
I could just taste it
Chased it
But it's not forever
But it's just tonight
Oh, we're still the greatest
The greatest
The greatest
And you
Your sex is on fire

I hum the melody in my head as I scribble the words onto the notebook. This song was for Vallie and I knew I had to play it at The Hideout on Tuesday with Corroded Coffin.

You
Your sex is on fire, ah, ah
Consumed
With what's just transpired
And you
Your sex is on fire
Consumed
With what's just transpired

With that, I finished the song. I excitedly get out of bed, get dressed and run to the phone. I dial Gareth's number and waited for him to pick up, "Emerson household, what can I do for you?" Gareth's voice speaks over the phone.

"Corroded Coffin meeting right now, I finished the song!" I say as I pull my jean jacket on. I hear Gareth gasp and the phone drop on his end, "Holy shit! I'm calling Jeff and Kevin right now!" Gareth exclaims before hanging up.