𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫 𝑫𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵 (eddie roundtree)

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲

The music shop on Sunset Boulevard was Paula's sanctuary. It was her favorite place in the world, and for good reason. It was a small, unassuming storefront nestled between a head shop and a pizza joint. But to Paula, it was a magical place where dreams were born and music was made.

As she pushed open the door, the sound of Santana playing over the speakers greeted her ears. The shop was dimly lit, with rows of vinyl records and stacks of guitars lining the walls. The air was thick with the smell of patchouli and incense, and a few hippies were lounging on beanbag chairs, lost in their own world of music.

She browsed through the stacks of records, running her fingers over the covers and reading the tracklists. As she moved down one aisle, she heard the sound of someone playing a guitar. She followed the sound to a corner of the store, where she saw a young man with shaggy brown hair and a beat-up guitar.

He was playing Led Zeppelin's "Houses of the Holy," his fingers moving expertly over the strings. Paula leaned against a wall, just watching him play. She felt like she could listen to him play for hours.

When he felt someone watching him, he paused his playing and looked up to see the tall brunette leaning against the wall, arms crossed over a worn out t-shirt that must have been someone else's.

"Hey," he said, giving her a nod. "Whats up?"

"Nothing, just listening to you play. I love Zeppelin," she smiled. "You're definitely doing them justice."

The guy grinned. "Thanks. I'm Eddie."

"Paula," she said, holding out her hand.

They shook hands, and Paula felt a jolt of electricity run through her fingers. Eddie had a kind of energy and charisma that she found irresistible. She sat down on the floor next to him with her legs outstretched, making herself at home in the small corner of the shop. They started talking about music, and it quickly became clear that they were both music nerds. They traded stories about their favorite bands and albums, and Paula felt like she had finally found someone who understood her love of music on a deep level.

After a while, Eddie mentioned that he was in a band called The Six, and that they were playing a gig that night at a local club. "You should come check us out," he said, grinning. "We're pretty good, if I do say so myself."

Paula felt her heart race. She had heard of The Six - they were one of the hottest bands on the local scene, with a reputation for putting on wild and unforgettable shows. "I'd love to," she said, trying to hide her excitement.

"Awesome," Eddie said, handing her a flyer with the details of the show. "We go on at ten. You won't regret it."

Paula left the record store, her head buzzing with excitement. She felt like she had just made a new friend, and maybe even a potential collaborator. And she couldn't wait to see Eddie and The Six perform that night, to experience the raw energy and passion of their music up close and personal.

That night, she made her way to the club where The Six were playing, feeling a sense of anticipation that she hadn't felt in a long time. The place was packed, the air thick with the scent of sweat and cigarettes. The Six were already on stage, their instruments tuned and ready to go.

As Paula made her way through the crowd, she caught sight of Eddie, who was grinning at her from the stage. He gave her a nod, and then launched into the opening riff of their first song.

For the next hour, Paula was lost in the music. The Six were everything she had heard they were - raw, wild, and completely electrifying. Eddie's basslines were funky and complex, driving the rhythm of the music. The lead singer's voice was rough and soulful, with a depth of emotion that seemed to come from someplace deep inside.