The humming does nothing for him but he nods mutely all the same. Look, he knows one of their songs. That counts, right?
At the mention of stroking real good, Steve's mind goes where any teenage boy's might. His cheeks immediately go a little pink and he remembers the moment in the RV when Eddie called him 'Big Boy'. The strange, fluttering feeling in his chest is the same as well as the burning heat in his cheeks.
"I bet you'd be awesome at a ballad, dude. You got those big, puppy-dog eyes that can make everyone melt. Besides, your voice I think I remember was pretty good. Think of it as stretching your musical knowledge, huh? Pleeeeeeeease?"
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At the mention of stroking real good, Steve's mind goes where any teenage boy's might. His cheeks immediately go a little pink and he remembers the moment in the RV when Eddie called him 'Big Boy'. The strange, fluttering feeling in his chest is the same as well as the burning heat in his cheeks.
"I bet you'd be awesome at a ballad, dude. You got those big, puppy-dog eyes that can make everyone melt. Besides, your voice I think I remember was pretty good. Think of it as stretching your musical knowledge, huh? Pleeeeeeeease?"