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she  listens  carefully,  repeating  the  names  a  couple  times  in  her  mind  –  despite  her  desires  to  become  an  actress,  she's  still  struggling  with  remembering  words.  luckily,  she  has  eddie  by  her  side,  which  is  more  than  she  could've  ever  asked  for.  sure,  there  were  many  important  aspects  she  should  prioritize,  but  the  little  family  she  has  made  along  the  way  –  with  individuals  she  once  passed  as  mere  strangers  –  was  far  beyond  anything  else.  she  offers  a  nod  in  response,  whilst  her  eyes  focused  on  a  dead  point  –  this  phenomena  tends  to  occur  quite  often  lately,  it  seems  –  but  nonetheless,  her  gaze  flickered  back  towards  him.

"  that'd  be  amazing!  "    she  utters,  rims  of  her  pink  pout  twisting  upward,    "  thank  you,  eddie.  but  oh,  i  could  paint  you  cassettes  in  return,  while  you  work  on  the  tracks.  how's  that  sound?  "    she  queries,  taking  one  last  scan  at  eddie  before  immersing  into  her  own  world,  where  ideas  flash  before  her  very  own  eyes  –  barbie  could  customize  some  tapes  for  eddie,  if  he  agrees  to  it.

"  what  was  your  band's  name  again?  "    barbie  could  swear  the  name  had  some  objects  she  could  potentially  use  in  her  little  arts  and  crafts  rendezvous.  "  corroborate  coffee?  "    tonality  reaches  a  high  pitch  as  her  question  comes  to  an  end,  clearly  not  confident  in  her  response.

eddie is immediately caught off guard as her arms wrap around him, freezing for a moment before awkwardly returning the embrace && smiling softly, "no problem." a mumble, as he closely watches her reveal the vibrant cassette. && he's gotta admit, it's impressive, even if it's not exactly his color palette of choice. she's made it her own. "shit, that's pretty cool," eyes lighting up as he gently takes the tape, examining the design like it's a piece of art — it is.

"suggestions?? uh — " maybe throwing out iron maiden && motorhead as suggestions can wait for another day. his personal preference in music is set aside as he thinks of artists catered more to barbie's current taste.

"well, if you end up liking madonna, you'll probably like blondie. they're pretty catchy, actually. && i guess there's the bangles too." even when it's not his own style, he's clearly got a sense of enthusiasm discussing music && recommendations for her. "i could make you one of these." the tape is handed back, not before taking one last glance at her design. "like, custom tracks. && you could paint it, y'know with the artistic flair you've got going on."

barbie's  honestly  surprised  she  hasn't  broken  that  poor  device  –  luckily,  eddie  was  there  to  save  the  day.  she's  looking  in  awe  at  the  powered  up  walkman,  a  smile  slowly  creeping  up  onto  her  countenance.    "  you  actually  did  it?!  "    she's  still  confused,  but  she's  got  the  spirit!  therefore,  a  very  happy  barbie  opens  her  arms  and  pulls  him  into  a  hug.  it  was  the  only  way  she  could  show  him  the  appreciation  sprung  from  within.    "  thank  you,  eddie!  "    she  mumbles  as  she  pulls  away  from  the  hug,  quickly  going  through  her  bag  to  show  him  what  she  wanted  to  listen  to.  it  was  a  cassette  for  madonna's  material  girl,  painted  over  with  pink  &  purple  acrylics.  barbie  was,  in  fact,  proud  of  the  way  she  customized  her  cassette.    "  i've  recently  heard  about  madonna  and  wanted  to  give  it  a  try.  do  you  have  any  suggestions?  "

@b4rbieroberts from here

eddie catches that comment, a look of confusion paints across his features, followed by an amused smile as she messes with the buttons. " no — see, you have to take out the batteries first. " the device is practically disassembled by the time he finishes his sentence. practice makes perfect. he's broken far too many, && all have been repaired at some point. && broken again.

" then you gotta put 'em back in && hold this power button. && voila. " the walkman is slid right back to her, just like new. " definitely not broken beyond repair, trust me. "

nerves have a tendency to sneak up on one, creeping around && striking just to make things awkward, && the relief comes in the form of twirling the many rings adorning his fingers. " — so, um, what were you listening to?? or were going to listen to?? "

❛  here, let me give you a hand.  ❜

🙶  this  thing’s  broken  beyond  repair.  🙷  shoulders  rise  and  fall,  she  wasn’t  talking  about  the  device  in  her  hands.  this  barbie  didn’t  have  any  expectations  and  somehow  still  winded  up  disappointed.  the  path  for  fame  seemingly  built  with  sea  sand  –  and  she’s  wearing  high  heels.  slowly  &  steadily  falling  down,  not  grounding  into  reality  but  deep  inside  her  own  fears  and  terrors.  🙶  oh.  oh!  you  meant  this.  🙷  a  bright  smile  flashed  his  way,  automatic  &  industrialized.  slender  digits  click  on  all  buttons  once  more,  hoping  for  the  best,  but  to  no  avail.  🙶  i  stand  by  what  i  said.  i  think  i  just  bought  a  defective  one.  🙷  a  stupid  walkman  was  slid  towards  him,  whether  eddie  fixed  it  or  not,  it  didn’t  matter.