It’s when he lifts his head after tuning his guitar that Eddie notices someone peeking in through the cracked door. When he takes in the fact that it’s Chrissy? Meeting him before the show instead of seeing her later in the crowd? He’s glad the strap of his guitar sits secure around his chest or else he would have dropped it in shock.
Lifting the instrument up over his head he sets it down on the couch and walks towards the door. giving her a stunned look before he opens it, gesturing in a grand bow for her to enter. “Well well! You actually managed to sneak out! I’m impressed,” a hand gently guides her into the room, “You know, m’startin’ to think ’m a bad influence on you. I like it,” he winks. It’s not exactly the first thing that comes to mind, almost starting in on a jab at her mother and how he’s glad chrissy crawled her way out from under her thumb… but Eddie knows that’s not exactly his information to disclose. Especially not in front of the crew. Outcast or not it’s not like he didn’t take any social cues–
He almost pulls her in for a hug, but between Mitch gaping at them and the other knuckleheads not-so-subtlety gossiping not three feet from him about it– he’ll try his best to come out of this without embarrassing the both of them if at all possible.
Even still, the grin that takes up his face is so wide his dimples start to show, eyes glittery as he takes in Chrissy’s outfit. "Uh… sorry– excuse my french but: you look bitchin’, Cunningham. Love the,” he gestures her in general in a flourish, not sure where to start since everything about her short-circuits his wiring. Perfectly tailored to kill him. The only thing that would have added to it was if her hair was down– but beggars can’t be choosers, so.
“Come to wish us luck? Nice to have a fan in our midsts for a change,”
If Chrissy’s mother knew where she was, she would be in so much trouble; especially if she saw her like this. She didn’t look like her natural self, having wanted to try and fit in to the more underground vibe, particularly inspired by Siouxie, despite having simmered down on the alternative style; trying to fit one that she felt comfortable in. She wore dark leather jeans that she had thrifted in a nearby store, a white top and was, for once, wearing red lipstick; something that she knew her mother would specifically disprove of.
This was so unlike the scene that she was used to. She didn’t come to places like these, bur nor had she had reason to, until now. As Eddie led her inside the room, Chrissy tried to decipher whether she recognized any of the people in the room, some of them most likely having been potential classmates back in middle school. As Eddie applauded her outfit, there was a sheepish grin on her lips. “Oh, this? I wanted to try something new! To really fit into the scene, you know?” It was something that she had been rather fascinated with for quite a while, especially due to her love for female-led punk bands that encouraged a rebellious nature. And with Eddie’s influence, she had finally allowed herself to give into her desires, to try something new.
“Totally! I promised you that I’d come and see you, and I really wanted to hear how you’ve improved since middle school.. hopefully,” she teased slightly, grateful to finally be able to try something that was so out-there, so different from her own life. “So, when are you going on stage?”
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