(If Eric lived in a house in our little world, this is what i'd imagine his house to look like. You don't know he's in a band, until this moment where he invites you into the garage for band practice. Obviously, this would be very early Cinderella. Enjoy)
Eric's house was on the outside of the Birch Falls city limits, where the houses were far apart and the backyards were as big as fields. His was a two-story farmhouse with a wraparound screen porch. It reminded Cheyenne of one of those storybook houses, with the yellow siding, white shutters, and a cobblestone walk.
As she pulled in the driveway, she noticed several cars parked near the garage farther back from the house. Either Eric was throwing a party or he owned a lot of cars.
She got out as the side door of the garage opened.
"Hey," Eric said, meeting her in the driveway. "We're in the garage."
"We?" She raised her brow.
"Just wait and see." He held the door open for her and she went inside. Heat blasted from a vent just overhead. The first thing she noticed was the drum set, the amps, and the guitar. then she recognized Jeff, a guy she met in the gym a few weeks ago. They were sitting on a torn orange couch along the wall, Eric strumming on the strings of a bass guitar, and Jim tapping drumsticks on a tin can.
"Chey," Eric said. "You know Jeff."
How did Eric know that? Did Jeff mention her? Cheyenne didn't even think he would remember her name.
"Hi," She waved, then turned to Eric with a look of "What the hell is going on?"
"We've been playing together for about a year now," he explained, "but our guitarist jumped ship so Jeff is new."
Three sets of eyes watched her.
"Okay," she said, crossing her arms uncomfortably over her chest.
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