𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 | EDDIE ROUNDTREE

track 6 - whatever gets you thru the night

ELIZABETH DUNNE: The next morning was... interesting, to say the least.

Lizzie woke up to the blinding sun shining through her window. Blocking the light with her hand, she attempts to reach over to close one of the curtains, but she stops when she remembers the man in bed next to her.

She hears a groan as she turns around to face Eddie, his hair ruffled and eyes remaining closed. "Mornin' sleepyhead."

He slowly begins to open his eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them to clearly see Lizzie staring at him with a smile on her face.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: God... I could wake up to that face every day.

Her hair was too ruffled, lips cracked, with small bags underneath her eyes. Something one may describe as imperfections, but Eddie didn't see that, they just added to her beauty.

He looks from her eyes to her lips and back up again, Lizzie's smile slowly fading as she realises what he is doing. She coughs as she sits up, "Um... We should, uh, get ready. We have another session in an hour."

He snaps out of his thoughts, "Yeah... Of course. I'll just uh... head to my room," he says, pointing to the door and untangling himself from underneath the sheets.

Lizzie grabs the brush from her nightstand and begins to untangle the knots as Eddie says, "I'll meet you downstairs."

"Uh, yeah! See you in a few," she replies as he exits the room. Once he leaves, she lets out a huge sigh, walking towards the bathroom and splashing her face with cold water. "Shit."

             .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The band were recording their parts for a new song Daisy and Billy had wrote for them.

WARREN ROJAS: For a month it was like that. We'd be in the studio, you know, recording all the arrangements, and they'd be... who knows where, doing God knows what.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: Every day, they'd come in with something new.

KAREN SIRKO: I mean, great fucking songs.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: And every night, they'd come in giggling like two little schoolgirls.

Daisy and Billy enter the booth laughing together, sharing some story that they both seemed to find hilarious, the whole band stopping their performance to turn their attention towards them.

INTERVIEWER: Did it concern you?

GRAHAM DUNNE: Not really. Not yet, anyway.

ELIZABETH DUNNE: To an extent. I mean, men and women can be friends, sure. But, there was something different about them.

GRAHAM DUNNE: I mean, like, whatever they were doing... it was working.

In between sessions of Daisy singing and the band recording, everyone was getting high and smoking, Karen doing cartwheels in the studio hallway.

Lizzie steps in and snorts a line of coke, Billy pulling her back by the waist, "Billy! What the hell are you doing, asshole?"

He grabs her by the shoulders, "Don't go down that path after what you've been through. You helped me, I'm here to help you," he warns.

She nods, pursing her lips together, "Yeah, okay. Okay."

Another day, another recording session. Daisy comes in through the door, waving her hand in the air signalling for them to stop, "It's not right. It doesn't sound good. It sounds too nice. It needs to sound swampy."