Nineteenth Guitar Solo - Eddie Riggs [Accidental Video]
[The feed obviously isn't intentional. From the tilted angle and the fact Eddie is staring straight ahead should be a good indication of that. He's strumming at his guitar idly, expression dull as tranlucent hands coax across his shoulders.
The view remains pretty stable until Eddie shifts on the bed, trying to get away from the ghostly hands. The blackberry being jarred into a better view of the roadie and his ghostly visitor.
A inky ghost brushing her lips teasingly against his ear, whispering something in his ear with a feral smirk. Eddie's response is to just bat at her unhappily.]
Cut it out. Ya hear me?
[This just earns a soundless laugh from the woman. She pressing her lips lightly against his cheek, a hand drifting to rest on his chest, over his heart. Small fingers drawing the shape of a heart before letting her hand become intangible, going through his chest in a rough stabbing motion. The ghost giving another soundless laugh as Eddie jerks away, on his feet, coughing into his hand as goosebumps roll across his skin.]
Damn it- What the fuck- [He's still coughing, frustration clear as he tries to ignore her laughter. He grabs at a book and tosses it at her. It hitting the wall instead of the ghost, tumbling down and hitting the blackberry cutting the feed entirely.]
The view remains pretty stable until Eddie shifts on the bed, trying to get away from the ghostly hands. The blackberry being jarred into a better view of the roadie and his ghostly visitor.
A inky ghost brushing her lips teasingly against his ear, whispering something in his ear with a feral smirk. Eddie's response is to just bat at her unhappily.]
Cut it out. Ya hear me?
[This just earns a soundless laugh from the woman. She pressing her lips lightly against his cheek, a hand drifting to rest on his chest, over his heart. Small fingers drawing the shape of a heart before letting her hand become intangible, going through his chest in a rough stabbing motion. The ghost giving another soundless laugh as Eddie jerks away, on his feet, coughing into his hand as goosebumps roll across his skin.]
Damn it- What the fuck- [He's still coughing, frustration clear as he tries to ignore her laughter. He grabs at a book and tosses it at her. It hitting the wall instead of the ghost, tumbling down and hitting the blackberry cutting the feed entirely.]