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(Slightly Suggestive. No trigger warnings)
((A/N: I know this song didn't come out in the 80's but I can't listen to it without thinking about them. So bare with me here))
Steve Harrington was never one to change up the music he listened to, he listened to queen, he listened to the grease soundtrack, and he listened to a little bit of AC/DC, but not very much.
He had a friend, his best friend more specifically, who loved everything rock and metal. She always convinced Steve to go to concerts with her, and he hated it every time, but never told her, because seeing her happy was enough for him.
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"Steve!" Robin ran into the music store and slammed two tickets down on the table. "Oh my god!" Steve jumped when he heard the slam on the table and he looked at the tickets. "Which band is this for?" He asked with a groan. "Local band." She answered. "They're called Corroded Coffins." She told her friend.
"Corroded Coffins? I feel like I've heard that name before." Steve replied. "Maybe. That guy who comes in every single day and just talks to you is the lead singer." Robin shrugged. "Wait Eddie?" He perked up. "Yeah that guy." Robin nodded. "What's his deal anyways?" She asked.
"Well I've known him since we were freshman in highschool, we were chemistry partners." Steve explained, leaning up against the counter. "He comes in sometimes and asks about Dustin, they're in the same dungeons and dragons club." He added. Robin nodded as she listened. "So he's a nerd." She asked. Steve rolled his eyes.
"When do you need me to pick you up?" Steve asked. "When you get off, the gig is at 6, you get off at 5:30." Robin answered. The brunette nodded and slid over the tickets to his friend. "I'll see you soon then." He said and waved goodbye to his friend.
The end of Steve's shift soon rolled around, he closed up the store and put his vest away, then he drove to Robin's house to pick her up.
Robin got in Steve's car and handed him a ticket. "We've got front row, best seats in the house!" She said as Steve started driving. "Uh huh..Seat belt." He looked over at her and she scoffed as she clicked her seat belt. "Where are we going?" Steve asked, glancing at Robin through the mirror.
"Uh..Take a left there, then a right at the stop sign, then go straight until you see a bright yellow sign." Robin directed as she did her make up for the concert. "You suck at giving directions, how on Earth does Vickie ever drive you places? Speaking of Vickie, why don't you force her to go to these concerts?" He asked in a bit of an angry rant. "Because she has to work!" Robin scoffed looking over at her friend.
Steve rolled his eyes and pulled into the parking lot. "Alright let's go." Robin grabbed the two tickets out of the center console and got out. Steve groaned loudly and got out of the car, following behind his friend as she gave the bouncer the tickets.
The place was extremely crowded, except for the two reserved seats in the front row.
"How in God's name did you get front row tickets?" Steve asked as he sat down. "I'm friends with the drummers cousin, and she wasn't able to make it to the concert, so she gave me the tickets." Robin answered, sitting next to her friend. "Whose the drummer?" Steve asked, and Robin groaned in return. "Your so annoying. Just sit and look pretty!" Robin scoffed, rolling her eyes.
The lights dimmed and a group of people walked on stage, the light shined on the lead singer, and standing there, holding his guitar, his long curly black hair tied into a sloppy ponytail, with a few strands hanging out in his face.
