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Chapter song:
"Bullet with Butterfly Wings" - - The Smashing Pumpkins
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Monday, September 4th
"So, what does our lone spectator think?" Stone asked Chris at the end of rehearsal.
He was smiling in that self-confident way that Eddie was beginning to grow accustomed to, but he averted his eyes quickly away from Chris, as if worried about the answer he might receive.
Chris's approval must have been important to him.
"Two days in, right? I'd say pretty damn good."
It looked like Stone had no reason to worry though. Chris presented no criticism, although Eddie felt that it would have been warranted if he did. That one song… it just felt off. Something about it… the lyrics, they didn't fit somehow, and no matter how many times he tried to rearrange the pieces, they were always misaligned.
The first time the music was played with the accompaniment of his lyrics, he thought, hmm, maybe his delivery was wrong. Then came the second time, and it became clear that the delivery wasn't the problem. That was only part of it, a minor blip that could easily be rectified. Then came the third time. That third fucking time. Three strikes, three fouls, three fucking times he had to endure the torture of playing out his fucking failure in real fucking time.
Things always have a way of working out - his fucking ass. What an idiot.
Maybe he would have been better off writing about unicorns.
"I think we're making good progress," Jeff said, standing up to stretch after the long rehearsal.
Sure, okay, Jeff.
Mike's grin was now a permanent fixture on his face. "Nah, it's better than good. It's fucking epic, man. I can feel it."
Was that how Eddie looked the day he recorded that demo tape, skipping down to the post office to be mailed? Optimistic to a foolish degree? Cheesy-ass fucking smile on his face?
"So, that's like, what? Five songs you guys have now?" Chris asked.
No, no, no. Not quite, Chris.
"Well… I'm not really sure about the slower one," Eddie replied doubtfully, fingers scratching, nails digging in the back of his neck.
Stone's face grew funny again. He must have carried a supply of sour candy in his pocket or something. "What do you mean you're not sure?"
"Not the music," Eddie backtracked, his voice rising unintentionally. He couldn't seem to stop it though. "It's the lyrics. I'm just, uh, not really sure they worked after hearing it all together.
Stone settled back in his seat. "Oh."
"I thought it sounded fine." Mike's face still held his easy smile, but his eyebrows were pulled together, confused by Eddie's dismissal of the song.
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Past the Horizon (Eddie Vedder)
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