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𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯 ([personal profile] spikedbats) wrote in [community profile] chitona2024-08-03 04:18 pm

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To begin with, it wasn't clear whose idea it was. Steve's only introduction to music was singing along with the radio, and while he wasn't a bad singer, per se, it wasn't as if he could play an instrument or read sheet music. He had been to a total of one concert, and he barely registered the drummer.

But, as it turned out, Steve would do a lot to help Eddie in a pinch, which apparently made him the perfect candidate. It was an unexpected turn of events, but it was perfect. Steve barely slept anyway, and when he did, he was plagued with nightmares. If he tacked on drum practice onto his work schedule, it just meant less time to stress over all the negativity threatening to hijack his brain and bring him down.

Not to mention, banging out a rhythm on a drumkit was insanely cathartic. Steve was able to get out all of his aggression. The louder the drumline, the better. It might not have come as naturally to Steve as singing, but Gareth was still impressed with how quickly he picked it up. While he was not on Gareth's level, he would do as a temporary replacement while Gareth healed, which was good enough for Steve.

There was just one small problem.

Eddie didn't exactly know about this plan, which meant Steve hadn't actually played drums with the rest of the band. So when Steve rolled up to band practice on an unassuming Thursday, it was as if a storm had suddenly descended upon them.

"Uh...hi?" Steve greeted the rest of the band, his eyes and smile honing in on Eddie. The room was silent, the tension palpable. The band members exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of how to react to this unexpected turn of events.
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[personal profile] jukebox_hero 2024-11-03 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
Eddie snorted a soft laugh, nodding once, "There, see? Now it makes sense how he and Gareth get along." He raised both brows then, fingers sliding along the strings of his guitar in something like a nervous tic, once they really got started he didn't like stopping, too much energy even without a crowd to fuel him, "Do we need to run that one again? Or moving onto the next?"

"Again." The answer came from both Craig and Jeff and made Eddie laugh, just nodding once, "Alright, again it is. Steve, count us off."