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[thefreak]

[ If someone were to tell Eddie a year ago that he would be standing outside a high class brothel in New York City dressed in the classiest of suits and mentally preparing himself to meet the so-called Sparkling Diamond in hopes that he would agree to be the voice and face of his new album, he would have laughed in their face. For one, Eddie definitely does not have the money with which to even afford a night with this guy, let alone a meeting, but thanks to a few well-meaning friends who were immediately swayed by his songwriting talents alone, they arranged this especially for Eddie ]

I look fucking ridiculous. [ He's muttering to nobody but himself at this point before he finally bites the bullet and enters. There's no cover charge, but there is a certain...expectation as far as the kind of clientele that this place attracts. Hence the getup.

Also because his aforementioned well-meaning friends may have only arranged this meeting by claiming that Eddie was the Duke, and so he has to look the part. Obviously.]

I'm gonna kill 'em, I swear. [ But it's time to be seated in his private booth, time for the show to begin, and Eddie honestly couldn't care less about this part. This place is far too fancy for what he's used to, and there's no way this Sparkling Diamond is as precious as everyone claims he is. But, if it means recording the album of his dreams? Then yeah, he'll bite the bullet for one night and play along. ]