[it’s a longer drive through central city, moving through the main streets to the slightly shadier parts. it’s where the best shit is, by rule of thumb. drugs, bars, music, and, of course, where the drum set Billy’s hand his eye on is.
he parks in the alley by the side, bike partially hidden by the big wastebins and some gimmicky decor. when he takes the helmet off, his curls are fresh, though slightly flat. he’s wearing a tshirt under his jacket too that might be the one Steve stole for him. it’s definitely Eddie’s anyway.
inside is dark, the music loud and heavy and at first, Billy drifts a little to the newer tech - amps, studio equipment, the wireless headphones - before he circles the drums with serious consideration.
there is maybe one or two people - staff and customer - who double take at both him and Eddie, strange little lightbulbs of recognition. Billy doesn’t register - no one’s ever recognised him in the street before. But one, excited, tells Eddie how much he loved his last live - that he’s real good with his hands. Billy almost chokes.]
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he parks in the alley by the side, bike partially hidden by the big wastebins and some gimmicky decor. when he takes the helmet off, his curls are fresh, though slightly flat. he’s wearing a tshirt under his jacket too that might be the one Steve stole for him. it’s definitely Eddie’s anyway.
inside is dark, the music loud and heavy and at first, Billy drifts a little to the newer tech - amps, studio equipment, the wireless headphones - before he circles the drums with serious consideration.
there is maybe one or two people - staff and customer - who double take at both him and Eddie, strange little lightbulbs of recognition. Billy doesn’t register - no one’s ever recognised him in the street before. But one, excited, tells Eddie how much he loved his last live - that he’s real good with his hands. Billy almost chokes.]