Radio, psh. ( for as much as Eddie derides convention and conformity, he can be just as judgmental as the very people and things he's complaining about. it is something that he's working on, because he has to admit that a) not everyone fits into neat little boxes and b) Nancy Wheeler is a certified badass and she would normally not be someone he would ever dream of giving the time of day. if he had continued his strict line of thinking, he would never have considered taking her up on her offer to help tutor him and wouldn't be close to actually graduating. a goddamn miracle, if you ask him.
but he still has his weaknesses, and ranting against top 40 radio is definitely up there. then again, he's been known to tune into other radio stations that spun more than just metal, so he isn't sure he has that much room to judge. ) Okay, points for Queen, I'll give you that. ( and if he looks a little shocked, maybe even flushed, at the fact that Steve just...up and sings that effortlessly? it's nobody's business but his own, goddammit. )
You have a good voice. ( no, his voice absolutely does NOT sound strained, thank you very much!!! ) Did you take singing lessons or do you just...naturally know how to do that? Because talk about not fucking fair. ( in more than one way, but Eddie is not going to admit that in front of Steve. )
( Steve rolls his eyes at the psh. yes, the radio, along with everyone else. what's so bad about the radio? he watches MTV, who doesn't, but it's in a mind off as he does something else sort of way. plenty of people get by just fine on whatever the guy on the radio decides to put on, and Steve is perfectly content being one of those people. the elitism does Eddie exactly no favors, and as his friend it is really Steve's duty to remind him that.
points for Queen, huh? well, who knew they could meet in the middle somewhere. Steve's expression shifts into something that is not quite a smirk, not quite a smile, but whatever it is is openly pleased. definitely more rewarding than an eyeroll. it's strangely rewarding to get kudos on music taste from Eddie, who is the antithesis of a guy who is content to listen to whatever is on the radio.
despite all their newfound common ground, Steve can't help a bark of a laugh at the idea he's had singing lessons. he scans Eddie once, like he's waiting for the punchline to the joke, but it never comes. ) No, ( Steve says, shrugging his shoulders, and feeling strange and on the spot in a maybe not-that-bad a way? he can't quite tell. Eddie is probably just being dramatic, but what isn't fair about being able to sing relatively in tune? Steve didn't figure it was that hard a skill to master. ) Just Music with Mrs. Rice til 6th grade. Whatever, knock it off. You're the guy in a band, Munson.
( okay, being in a band doesn't really mean you can sing, Steve, but listen!!! being in a band does imply more musical talent than your average person. maybe singing just gets grandfathered in! )
( Steve really is full of surprises, and Eddie can't hold back the look that says all of that even if he wants to. from the moment in the boathouse until now, Steve has continuously kept Eddie on his toes, it would seem. a Cheshire-like grin spreads across his face as Steve tries to brush it off like it's not super impressive just to be able to sing in key without the music to back you up. )
Yeah, I play guitar in a band. ( then again, Steve does have a point. it takes a similar set of skills to be able to listen to a song on the radio and be able to figure out the matching chords on the guitar. )
I think it's cool, you know. Maybe we'll tap you for a song. ( it's mostly a joke because he can already hear Steve protesting along with the rest of his band, but then he thinks about how cool it would be if Steve were featured even just on one song. he stops himself from getting too carried away. ) Really, though, not everyone can just do that, so, you know, it's pretty impressive.
( well, for all the times Steve can surprise him, sometimes Eddie knows exactly what Steve will say before he says it. ) Uh, no. ( the denial is even paired with a slicing hand gesture, even though his point was perfectly clear with just the words. Steve is a lot better than he used to be, less caught up with appearances and what people might think. however, he is a guy incredibly reluctant to risk making a fool of himself, and going up on stage in front of people just puts a mic on his potential shame. even if its just in front of the rest of Eddie's band... too many judgmental nerds involved in that situation, it's still a no. while it is important to have aspirations, maybe get the guy to go to karaoke first. baby steps.
complimenting him is ... not not working, though. even though Steve feels somewhat flustered — it can't be that big a deal to sing in tune, but he's not the musically inclined one in this car. ) Shut up, ( Steve huffs, without any heat, because just taking a compliment??? not likely. and from a guy? impossible. Eddie breaks plenty of dude rules, you'd think he'd be used to it by now. but the slight fluster and weird warm feeling indicates no, Steve is not used to it at all.
thankfully, pulling up on their destination is a good distraction. ) Come on, that pizza isn't gonna get itself. ( Eddie should be forewarned that Steve will judge any strange toppings that he puts on their pizza. Steve will eat anything, but he will complain about it. )
( oh, don't worry about Eddie, he'll just be over in his seat, hiding behind a strand of hair, as if that's enough to cover up the blush and grin combination that he has going. as if he's the one that just received the compliment, not vice versa. he gets Steve's point loud and clear, though, and knows better than to persist, letting the subject lapse.
but Eddie's memory is pretty damn good. it has to be to run his Dungeons & Dragons campaigns. so Steve can count on Eddie bringing it up again at a most opportune moment. for now, though? pizza deserves their undivided attention. )
Yeah, yeah, you're lucky I deem pizza more important than this. Besides, I'm famished; I feel like I can eat two whole pizzas right now.
( what, Eddie take advantage of Steve's wallet? never!)
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Date: 2023-07-26 12:19 pm (UTC)but he still has his weaknesses, and ranting against top 40 radio is definitely up there. then again, he's been known to tune into other radio stations that spun more than just metal, so he isn't sure he has that much room to judge. ) Okay, points for Queen, I'll give you that. ( and if he looks a little shocked, maybe even flushed, at the fact that Steve just...up and sings that effortlessly? it's nobody's business but his own, goddammit. )
You have a good voice. ( no, his voice absolutely does NOT sound strained, thank you very much!!! ) Did you take singing lessons or do you just...naturally know how to do that? Because talk about not fucking fair. ( in more than one way, but Eddie is not going to admit that in front of Steve. )
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Date: 2023-09-10 11:25 pm (UTC)points for Queen, huh? well, who knew they could meet in the middle somewhere. Steve's expression shifts into something that is not quite a smirk, not quite a smile, but whatever it is is openly pleased. definitely more rewarding than an eyeroll. it's strangely rewarding to get kudos on music taste from Eddie, who is the antithesis of a guy who is content to listen to whatever is on the radio.
despite all their newfound common ground, Steve can't help a bark of a laugh at the idea he's had singing lessons. he scans Eddie once, like he's waiting for the punchline to the joke, but it never comes. ) No, ( Steve says, shrugging his shoulders, and feeling strange and on the spot in a maybe not-that-bad a way? he can't quite tell. Eddie is probably just being dramatic, but what isn't fair about being able to sing relatively in tune? Steve didn't figure it was that hard a skill to master. ) Just Music with Mrs. Rice til 6th grade. Whatever, knock it off. You're the guy in a band, Munson.
( okay, being in a band doesn't really mean you can sing, Steve, but listen!!! being in a band does imply more musical talent than your average person. maybe singing just gets grandfathered in! )
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Date: 2023-10-02 01:35 am (UTC)Yeah, I play guitar in a band. ( then again, Steve does have a point. it takes a similar set of skills to be able to listen to a song on the radio and be able to figure out the matching chords on the guitar. )
I think it's cool, you know. Maybe we'll tap you for a song. ( it's mostly a joke because he can already hear Steve protesting along with the rest of his band, but then he thinks about how cool it would be if Steve were featured even just on one song. he stops himself from getting too carried away. ) Really, though, not everyone can just do that, so, you know, it's pretty impressive.
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Date: 2023-10-24 05:36 pm (UTC)complimenting him is ... not not working, though. even though Steve feels somewhat flustered — it can't be that big a deal to sing in tune, but he's not the musically inclined one in this car. ) Shut up, ( Steve huffs, without any heat, because just taking a compliment??? not likely. and from a guy? impossible. Eddie breaks plenty of dude rules, you'd think he'd be used to it by now. but the slight fluster and weird warm feeling indicates no, Steve is not used to it at all.
thankfully, pulling up on their destination is a good distraction. ) Come on, that pizza isn't gonna get itself. ( Eddie should be forewarned that Steve will judge any strange toppings that he puts on their pizza. Steve will eat anything, but he will complain about it. )
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Date: 2023-10-29 01:00 am (UTC)but Eddie's memory is pretty damn good. it has to be to run his Dungeons & Dragons campaigns. so Steve can count on Eddie bringing it up again at a most opportune moment. for now, though? pizza deserves their undivided attention. )
Yeah, yeah, you're lucky I deem pizza more important than this. Besides, I'm famished; I feel like I can eat two whole pizzas right now.
( what, Eddie take advantage of Steve's wallet? never! )
After you, pretty boy.