âmes pétillantes ~ classic rock imagines

• Eddie Van Halen •

Hi guys! I'm coming through with a request by yessirlover4000 for an Eddie Van Halen imagine that involves the song 'Dance The Night Away.' Now, I believe that the band wrote this song together, but for the sake of what you are about to read, that is a lie! I hope you enjoy!

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To say Alex had dragged him there was an understatement. Alex had, in fact, spent the entire day dogging him, pleading with him, desperately begging him to drop his pen, abandon his notebook and slip into the mysterious entity of night to live the rockstar's dream.

But Eddie just wasn't feeling it. He threw his brother's pleas right back in his face with harsh barks of words, favouring the chokehold of his guitar over the tender touch of another person. He had a song to finish.

He'd managed to come up with a killer riff, a collection of notes that played incessantly through his mind until he'd perfected and scribbled them down. But now he was struggling to come up with the perfect words to match.

The melody he'd refined reminded him of the thrumming undercurrent of a dance club, the incessant beat that rose beneath the stamping feet of its inhabitants and shook them from the inside. Uncontrollable, insatiable and relentless.

If only he could find the powerful words that could tackle it.

Fortunately, it was when Eddie was seconds away from banging his head against the wall beside his bed that a tentative knock at the door echoed through the moonlit silence.

Alex popped his head round the door like a timid meerkat, searching the darkening room until he found his brother looking a little worse for wear. Eddie could hear the light-hearted grin on his brother's face as he said, "Last chance, man."

Eddie stared at his young brother for a moment, the almost innocent gleam of his eyes and the fluffiness of his hair accentuate by the glow of the moonlight.

'It's alright for him,' Eddie thought bitterly, 'he doesn't have this kind of pressure.' For a moment, the thought festered, but the familiar face of his brother still smiling at him was enough to pop that thought before it could take flight. Alex was right. He needed to get out for a bit.

And that was how Eddie Van Halen found himself 'dragged' through the doors of Alex's favourite club on the strip, with several familiar faces in tow. Naturally, there was no waiting in line for their little band of rebels, and they slipped inside the shadowed cavern as nothing more than ghosts.

Even they couldn't stand out in a room like that, brimming with shimmering people bathed in a disco-ball glow of whites and silvers. A sliver away from invisible, Eddie took a deep breath of the familiar atmosphere, the whiskey-stained air, the floating microbes of nights out mysteriously snatched from memory, the secretive corners gesturing with slow, shadowy fingers. This could easily be his second home, tailing the thrill of owning the stage.

Eddie rather liked it, being able to slip unnoticed between people who wouldn't hesitate to run up to him in the street, to be a fingernails width away from the grasping fingertips that weren't even aware of what they were coming in contact with. Or, rather, who.

Because Eddie wasn't looking to fulfil the same fantasies as most of the young, heated bodies in the many dark corners of the club. All he wanted was to finish his damn song. Even in this change of atmosphere, the thing was still haunting his wretched memory. With some resignation, he tried to place a positive spin on the damning repetitive melody, considering the fact that he was certainly in the right place to gain some inspiration.