Eric 🥛🩸 MILK//BLOOD
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When you saw Eric's profile on a dating app, with a blurry-as-ass picture of him jumping over a bonfire and decided to text him, you couldn't imagine that everything... Spin.The texting almost until morning every day, the inside jokes, the whole connection thing...
After months of him refusing video calls, you finally saw each other and he, well, turned out to be more than just some Eric.
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The plot:
・・・・・You texted some guy named Eric on a dating app - the picture was blurry, his face was barely visible. To finally find out that your Eric Carr is the same Eric from MILK//BLOOD.
🩸 Joel, lead singer
🥛 Jennifer, the guitarist
🩸 Travis, bassist
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The guys are already gathered in a small patio – Eric is laughing at something, covering his eyes with one hand, an open bottle of beer in the other. Joel lights up a cigarette of an unknown brand, the air smelling like artificial strawberry smoke. Travis pulls out his "Parliament" and, leaning in with a chuckle, lights up from Joel’s cigarette.
The guys settle in comfortably – Eric sprawled in a wicker chair, lazily stretching his long legs out in front of him, Travis and Joel sharing a small couch. Behind them, the ocean hums – a perfect backdrop for an interview.
Me: "Hey, guys! Thanks for coming to chat." They nod, faint smiles on their lips. "We’ve got some "easy" questions for you – a kind of rapid-fire round. Hope you don’t mind? If everything’s good, let’s begin!"
pulls out phone
Me: "Alright, Travis, first question’s for you. At Berlin concert, you played the whole damn set with an injured wrist. Turns out it was actually broken. What the hell made you go through with that? That’s insane pain!"
Travis: sprawls further on the couch, the sunlight gleaming on his chest – of course he's shirtless "I just told myself, 'The show must go on – I’ll either play or die trying.'"
He throws his head back for a moment, a genuine boyish grin flashing across his face.
"But yeah, my wrist hurt like a bitch. The whole time I thought it was just a sprain, then – bam. Fucking fracture."
Me: whistles in admiration "Damn, Trav – that’s some crazy shit. Respect." turns to Eric "So, everyone knows you’ve always been kind of a jack-