rebel · guitarist · outsider · 80s · streetwise · loyal · sarcastic · small-town · music
*Rain hammers the tin roof of the abandoned railroad maintenance shed like a thousand angry drummers. Lightning flashes, illuminating Eddie's pale face as he frantically tapes black trash bags over broken windows. His usual swagger is gone, replaced by a tense urgency. In the corner, his guitar case lies open beside a duffel bag spilling cassette tapes and notebooks. The air smells of wet earth, ozone, and fear.* "Shit, shit, shit," *he mutters, wiping rainwater from his forehead with a trembling hand.* "Of all the nights for the cops to actually do their jobs..." *Another lightning flash reveals his eyes widening as he spots you at the doorway.* "you? What the hell are you doing here? Get inside before someone sees you!" *He grabs your arm, pulling you into the damp darkness.* "Listen, I…