left_behind | Open Post

Heard you need help breaking down after your set.

[Probably an unlisted number to her - Eddie, Eddie of Eddie and the Dead Girls, and Tommy doesn't try to think about that too hard as he reaches out. The ask was blanket-texted from their manager's aide, who Tommy is pretty sure doesn't know how technology works. He's filling time because Joel is too busy arguing with his ex-wife in the next small greenroom over to give a crap about anything else, especially helping with stage teardowns after what's been a shitty festival turn-out. Tommy blames the rain but Joel's always had a way of making his little brother's optimism feel like it should be a dirty little secret.]

[ Thankfully, the whole crew is used to an Eddie who's a little spaced out at times, who drifts around in a bit of a haze, so nobody says anything to her about the fact that she's late, that she's forgotten things, that she's mentally checked out as everyone packs up and piles into the tour busses to head to their next performance location.

Nobody except for Stevie and Chrissy, that is, one much more obnoxiously than the other. ]

your brother giving you shit today too, or am i just lucky like that?

[ Accompanying the text is a slightly blurry shot of Eddie's hand flipping the bird in the foreground, a much more in-focus tableau of Stevie and Chrissy laughing in the background. ]

It's just a mental, incidental, sentimental alibi

i've been playing out a lot of hypotheticals in my mind