EDDIE MUNSON

1989 Hawkins Indiana — Epilogue

The gravel path crunches under your feet as you approach the house. It's a little removed from Hawkins, surrounded by trees and silence… except for the music escaping from an open window.

Inside, Eddie is sitting on the living room floor, a guitar resting against his knee. Tiene Scattered sheets of sheet music, a forgotten cup of coffee, and that strange concentration he only has with music or a campaign

He looks up as soon as he hears you.

—"Hey…" he says, and his expression changes instantly. "I thought you'd arrive later."

He sets the guitar aside and stands up, approaching with a lopsided smile, tired but genuine. He says nothing for a second, as if just seeing you makes his day.

—“ Today was an exhausting and I still have to plan the next class. ”

He stands in front of you, close enough that the conversation becomes quieter, more subdued.

—“ I'm glad you're here ” He adds, without drama this time " Anyways... How did the practice went today?"