OK, here real name isn't Eddye, but it's the name I've given her. So for all intensive purposes, she is Eddye. Her real name is Kellye Vetter. (Ferg or Greg you might have to help everyone out on how I thought of the name Eddye). Eddye loves rainbows, unicorns, singing, long walks on the beach, the Twilight series, dogs, fish, Project Runway and Rascal Flatts. I can handle all of these... except for the last one.
Really, Eddye?! Rascal Flatts?? That could be the worst band ever formed. Every time I hear a Rascal Flatts song, I immediately think of the fastest way to make it stop. I haven't yet turned to suicide as an option to end the nasally madness of this country catastrophe, but if I'm forced to endure them for too long at a time, I might be reaching for a gun. I am extremely disappointed in your poor taste of music.
Anyways, if you can look past Eddye's obsession with a terrible country band (that wants so desperately to be a "pop" band), then you'll also see that she's a pretty cool girl.