"GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS!" he screamed.
I started laughing with him, our jokes about big hair bands never seemed to end.
We loved mocking Guns N' Roses, Mötley Crüe, Whitesnake, Bon Jovi, Warrant, etc. We had a similar opinions on music, we enjoyed Nirvana and were good friends with them, despite the fact that Kurt hated our music. We loved Soundgarden, Alice In Chains, Mother Love Bone, stuff like that. But we weren't harsh like Kurt was. We had immense respect for music. Music was our passion; Eddie got a guitar at a young age, and I bought myself an acoustic guitar when I was 15. That was ten years ago.
"What about sex?" I said.
"Interesting. You like sex or something?"
"No, not the trashy-ness of it, but the passion, the intimacy."
"I like it."
So for the rest of the late morning/afternoon, we worked on our song. Crescent Sun was releasing our album, Murder, after the tour. Maybe this could be our bonus song.
Our strange song about sex was called, Under The Moon.
After we finished some of the song, it was around dinner time, and rain began to pour.
"I need some deodorant," Eddie said.
"Sorry man, my shit's on the bus."
"Fuck."
"A harmless one?"
Eddie laughed at my dumb joke. We were sitting together in the living room, sharing a cigarette, listening to the rain and enjoying eachother's presence.
"Yeah, okay. Hey, where's Corey and the other guys?"
"They went golfing for the day."
"Why didn't you go?" Eddie said.
"I suck dick at it."
"You and your sex, girl." Eddie laughed and handed me the cigarette.
"Honestly it pisses me off that my boyfriend would rather spend his day off with a bunch of balls, than me."
"I know the feeling." He said.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm used to being that guy. The neglected one. I'm used to not feeling special. I mean, my fucking dad left when I wasn't old enough to even think. My only escape from that is through my music."
"That's really deep. I'm sorry about that."
Suddenly I heard keys unlocking the door, and Donny, Corey, and Jordan walked in.
"The hell is going on?!" Corey demanded.
"Uhhh.... songwriting," I said.
"scandalous," Eddie whispered sarcastically.
I laughed, but got a deadly look from Corey.
But since he owes his fame to Eddie, he let it slide, and laughed a fake ass laugh.
"Oh cool. Well I think it's time for us to eat and sleep, long day tomorrow."
Jordan and Donny stood there quietly, not saying a word.
"Yeah, we'll get going," Donny said, leaving, Jordan following him.
"See you guys tomorrow!"
Donny was incredibly handsome. He was the oldest member of Crescent Sun, 27 years. He had dark black hair and sharp blue eyes. Jordan was very tall and blonde, fairly handsome himself. He had bright green eyes and a soft spoken voice similar to Jimmy Page.
And then there was Corey.
Corey was muscular, with brownish-blonde hair and dark brown eyes. Corey was stunning. And it surprised me that he thought the same about me. I myself am an insecure motherfucker.
"Yeah totally, you guys need some time together," Eddie said politely. He picked up his marker and slung his guitar over his shoulder and left.
Corey set down his golf shit and stared at me. Him and Eddie hated each other, for some stupid ass reason.
"What?" I asked.
"What the fuck was he doing here?"
"Calm down, Corey. We wrote a song and just chilled. That's all that happened. I promise I didn't suck his dick."
Corey walked up to me and gave me a deathly glare. He grabbed some of my hair and pulled as hard as he could.
"Blue," he snarled. "Stay. Loyal."
"Oh fuck off, Corey. Stop assuming things."
Corey let go of my hair. I could smell alcohol on his breath.
The fucker was drunk.
He just stumbled into the bedroom and passed out.
