Fics like St. Marie

“See? I know he’s looking for a babysitter, Steve—I overheard it the other day. This is the perfect gig for you. You have to interview,” Dustin urged, his expression serious. “It’ll be awesome! I’m interning with the audio technicians… we can be like roadies, Steve.” He grinned, showing off the gap where his adult teeth never grew in. Steve sighed, staring at the frozen image of the man on the screen. Eddie Munson—the frontman of Corroded Coffin, one of the biggest metal bands of the modern era. Eddie Munson—whose band had sold out nearly every venue on their last tour and graced the covers of Rolling Stone, Kerrang!, and Heavy Metal magazines, to name a few. Eddie Munson—who lived fast and dangerously, with a well-documented history of heavy drugs, drinking, and sleeping with anyone who had legs a few years back. Eddie Munson—who now had a three-year-old daughter that had mysteriously appeared on his doorstep, supposedly from a fan who left no information other than the fact that the girl belonged to Eddie. That story had been everywhere when it broke.

Fics like St. Marie

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