if eddie was honest, he didn’t think you’d fit in this band. and you don’t. you’re a star, flouncing around on stage in your pink sparkly outfits. you’ve got the voice of an angel, and a fire within you he’s never seen. you’re girly, cocky, loud and a little naive, and he’s convinced you’re perfect. your show ended an hour ago, and the shitty bar you played in won’t give you any alcohol. “i’ve got your favorite wine at my place.” eddie offers.