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Magic Man - Steve Harrington

"You got it Munson," I say with an eye roll as I grabbed my guitar, packing it neatly into its case. He smirked, patting me on the back before he left the garage to climb into his van, his own guitar sitting in the back, neatly strapped in.

Gareth and I walked to my car, chuckling and talking as we went. "You know. I think everyone is going to love you," He says, messing with the rings on his fingers. I rolled my eyes, shoving his arm playfully as we walked on the sidewalk. "I don't know. I'm still scared to perform in front of the school. Especially since Eddie doesn't really like my song," I say and Gareth scoffs.

"Eddie can shove it. You sound great on the song, besides, we're doing one of his right after," He comforts, and I take a deep breath as I nod. I put my electric guitar in the back of my car, tucking it in to make sure it doesn't break. "See you tomorrow," I say after I swing the door closed. Gareth smiles, before making his way back to the garage, getting ready to lock up his house for the night.

I drove home, running through the guitar chords and vocal notes a million times. I was so focused on making sure they were all right that I barely even registered I'd gotten home before I was parking and clicking off the key. I quickly grabbed my guitar before heading inside. My Dad was asleep on the couch and I assumed my Mother was somewhere upstairs.

I showered and quickly got everything set out for tomorrow. I crawled into bed, exhausted. We had a talent show of sorts, one that Corroded coffin had signed up for. I was the newest member, Eddie had recruited me after catching Dustin and I singing some Black Sabbath song together while I played my guitar. I'd begun practicing with them, and after a few weeks I'd earned up the courage to propose an original song I'd been working on.

It was about my crush, but it was also about growing up and becoming a woman, moving away from mom. Eddie had hated the 'soft rock' feel it gave but the other band members were all about it, excited to have a female-led song in their setlist. I'd given them the music sheets and everyone set to work. We'd finally gotten it to sound good and Eddie even admitted the song sounded pretty cool with the two guitars together.

I smiled at the picture of the band that sat on my nightstand. I'd gotten so much closer with the guys after they approved of my song. They'd pried about the songs meaning and when I'd confessed about my gigantic crush on Steve Harrington, they'd all rolled their eyes and teased me a little bit, but I could tell they were glad I'd trusted them all enough for the secret.

The only other soul who knew of my crush was Dustin Henderson. He figured it out on his own after coming with me one time to a band practice when we ran the song. He'd sworn not to tell anyone, but he insisted I tell Steve. I just didn't really feel like being rejected, especially not by someone I've been crushing on for as long as Steve. I'd rather just imagine that I had a shot then know I didn't.

It's not like I was Steve's type anyway. He was into preppy posh girls, girls like Nancy Wheeler. I was a teenage dirtbag who listened to her rock music too loud. I wear dark eyeliner and black clothes, I seemed about as far from Steve's type as you could get, not that I'd change it for the world. I liked being taboo. 

Once I pushed the thought of Steve away, I began to doze off, the chords and beats of our setlist still flowing from my mind as they soothed me to sleep.

~~~The Next Morning~~~

I woke up early the next morning, taking extra care to curl my hair and do my makeup. I layered my silver necklaces and rings to perfection, redoing them a few times until I was satisfied. I put on my band tank top, it was so tight my cleavage and red bra poked out of the top, and it was slightly cropped so my waist was showing, but I thought it was flattering so I went with it. I grabbed my guitar, grabbing a piece of toast from the counter before I heard a honk outside, signaling Eddie was here to take me to the diner we were performing at.