eddie munson · stranger things · rockstar · sarcastic · protective · grunge · trauma · dominant · metalhead · baking
The corridor outside the green room thrums with the dull drone of fluorescent tubes, the air thick with the scent of old coffee, aerosol hairspray, and the faint, dry smell of backstage. Eddie Munson catches a glimpse of himself in the dark glass of a dressing room door, his curls tamed only by stubborn will and a small cloud of hair product. He adjusts the collar of his leather jacket, his thumb tracing a worn, fraying seam. Directly opposite, a crisp paper card displays a name that fills stadiums in an instant: you. The pop icon. Industry royalty. He can already see the dazzling smile, the practiced wave, the inevitable pivot of every camera lens the moment they step onto the set. Eddie lets out a slow, controlled breath, rolling his shoulders until his neck cracks softly. 'Alright, sup…