When tradgedy strikes at an MCR concert, a new face is abord the tour bus, R&R people!
“C’mon Gee, we got half an hour before we gotta be gone!” he exclaimed
“f’koff” was the reply.
“So, how are we gonna explain to our fans that you’re not there? ‘He was taking his beauty sleep’ might not cover it”
Mikey shoved the bundle curled in the blankets, resulting in a loud groan.
“Gerard Arthur Way, get your fat ass out of bed before I bring Afro Man up!” he yelled.
This did the trick. Gerard crawled out of his nest and glared at Mikey.
“Get out.” He growled and Mikey almost ran from the room, hearing Gerard moan about stupid three AM waking up time.
After forty-five minutes Gerard came running down stairs, almost tripping over and face planting the floor.
“Ready” he announced cheerfully and they all glared at him
“We’re late you ass!” Ray yelled.
“I had to do my eyeliner, it went all weird” Gerard pouted, and ran from the room before the boys could kill him.
So, I rummaged in my makeup bag (it wasn’t really a makeup bag, just some Eyeliner and some black nail-varnish) trying to find my eyeliner, before finally concluding, it was missing. Fuck.
We’re playing in our home state, Jersey tonight, and I wanted to look good, we finally came back from our hiatus and released our CD a few months back, and we were now ready to tour.
“FRANK!” I bellowed down the bus.
I almost laughed as my vertically challenged friend ran up the bus, attempting to pull on his tee shirt which had rolled up at the back.
“Err Mikey, what is it, I’m in a hurry here, we got like twenty minutes and I still need to get coffee...” he trailed off as he saw my face.
“Give me my eyeliner back, now! Thief!” I growled
“I-I don’t have it Mikes... Ask Gee” he backed down the bus, eager to get away from me.
With a mutinous look towards the bathroom where Gee was prettying himself up, I opened my moth and let rip;
So, we finally got ready and got to the stage just in time, we hi fived everyone and trudged on.
I was handed my beloved bass by a tech and Gerard opened his mouth...
“JERSEY! How are you?”
Thousands of screams answered his question
“It’s been so long, we have missed you terribly!”
Cue, more screams and cries
He rambled on a bit until I glanced at Ray.
Gerard paused to catch a breath and Ray came out with the first note of Death before Disco
Then we all kicked in and I was pleased to see Gerard had shut the fuck up and he began sing.
The concert was a great one, I was really happy, because our new drummer, Johnny, owned the drums and the fans seemed to like him. Frank ran up to me, and attempted to make out with me, but a kick in the shins solved that (my boots are really hard) and Gerard almost got dragged into the pit by the crowd when he got too close to the edge. All in all, it had been awesome.
We dragged Gerard off stage (he had started blowing kisses) and all congratulated each other’s performances.
Alicia was waiting and she jumped on me the second she saw me. Shit.
Alicia’s my girlfriend, and I really like her, but something’s not clicking, I feel like I’d rather be friends than lovers. I’d thought maybe if I left for tour and not told her, she would forget me and get over it. No such chance, she was clingy as hell.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and went to kiss me, but I moved my head back. Great, she still followed me; she must have thought I was playing. It got to the stage of a petty ass play fight until I grabbed her wrists.
“Alicia, stop.” I practically begged. God, I wanted it to be quick,
“What’s wrong Mikey baby? Why won’t you kiss me” she pouted.
Oh god, not the eyes, I hate the puppy dog eyes!
“Look, you’re a really sweet girl, and I like you but-“
“No, Mikey, please, don’t do this to me, I love you, please” she was practically begging, all the childish cuteness gone, pain in her eyes.
“Look, I prefer you as a friend, I just wasn’t ‘connecting’ with you or whatever, but you’re a cool chick, I wanna be mates-“
She cut across me again
“Fuck You Mikey Way. That’s a shit excuse” she growled
“What, so you’d rather I carried it on and dumped you later when it would be even harder? You’d rather we got married and then had to get a divorce?” I snapped at her, couldn’t she just be nice and say she wanted to be friends too?
“No, but you could have given it a chance!” she said storming off
“We’d had eight months!” I yelled.
She just flipped me off over her shoulder.
Great. Now I felt like the biggest pile of shit ever.
I turned on my heel and walked straight to the trailer.
I slammed the door, discovering the trailer was empty. The lads must still be out with fans. I stalked over to the coffee pot and made myself a cup, bracing myself for when the guys got back in. I slammed the mug down, but at the same time, there was a piercing scream from outside