( Yeah, I did pick up on that. He nods emphatically. To Eddie, vampires are very much in the "fiction" section, though he would have also placed inter-dimensional monsters firmly in that section as well, and now look at him. So, maybe he's a little more open-minded about the whole vampire thing, but he has yet to see it for himself, so ignorant he shall remain.

Of course, it makes sense when Lestat mentions that it's the band’s name. The whole vampire aesthetic goes well with that scene. )

Shit, that sounds so cool. It's a damn shame I didn't hear about that. Small town, we didn't get a lot of buzz outside of the local dives and the occasional band to get airplay across the country. I had dreams, though, baby. Corroded Coffin. We were so close, I could taste it.

( And then his deadbeat dad showed up with another one of his dastardly schemes and convinced Eddie he could get a cut of the money if he just helped him out on one more job. It would have been enough for recording studio time!

Eddie should have expected the asshole would get arrested, with all of his recording dreams immediately dashed. )

Sadly, I haven't heard of you, at least not before. But we're here now, right? It seems as good a chance as any to hear about this band of yours.