eddie likes to (riddlethem) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-12-11 11:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *log, death, eddie nigma |
muerte and eddie karaoke
[Eddie and Muerte's go-to karaoke bar for years was Daryl's, a hole in the wall with cracked red leather seats, a full bar, dirty tile and regulars. There was Black Velvet...who always sang one particular song with every ounce of her emotion behind it. There was Mike who was an older man, an accountant for an actual business up town who sang unusual stuff like The Shins. There was an old country failboat that stuck to Dolly Parton and Shania Twain. And, then there was Eddie and Em. Eddie had been there more often than her and he sang anything from 60's hits to something the crowd shouted out (usually Hanson). He sang back up for the ex-country star when she wanted to belt out about any man of MMMIINNE. He shouted clapped and whistled for Black Velvet every time she left the stage with tears in her eyes out of pure emotion. This was his place and if people only knew him from this tiny, dark bar they'd all say Stephanie who?
Tonight he practically lead a sing-a-long to Rocket Maaaaaann rock-it-man, dueted a Fleetwood Mac song with a woman who could have passed as Stevie herself and then practically lost his voice to Valerie. The pain was still there when he stepped off the stage, but he was smiling, his green tie was crooked over a white button up shirt and his hair was doing that especially impressive curl. He smiled, he breathed in the stale air and slipped into a back, back booth. Exhausted, dizzy, loving karaoke the way he loved riddles. He looked up, waiting for Muerte to bring the drinks (just a Shirley Temple for him thank you) and actually, maybe looked okay for once. Yeah, he could talk.]