I spent my day listening to Van Halen and working on the little story, as well as doing a little drabble I called "Another Blonde"
(A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.)
Sure, I saw them.
Michael, Alex, Eddie…
Sammy.
Yeah, I saw Sammy.
Saw their videos.
Replaced me with another blonde.
Van Halen always needs a blonde.
Is it an unwritten rule?
I heard their music.
It’s… new.
Eddie doesn’t solo anymore. He barely even plays guitar.
Sammy plays guitar.
I know I’m the one who left, but I still speak his name like it’s a dirty word.
He replaced me; he replaced Eddie.
He’s living my life, the life I should have had.
If only Eddie hadn’t been such a stubborn dick.
If only I hadn’t been a dick, too.
It was fun to write, anyway.
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