Gerards no longer and Mikey takes his place as the lead singer, dazzling people with his vocal ability. but is Gerard really gone?
However, I thought it was a good idea in my head, and I hope it translated well into text.
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‘You couldn’t do it anymore,
But I won’t walk on out of the door!
So I guess I’d better step up, step up
And finish what you began
I’d better make it make it better!
Honey, I’ll make you proud?
You were like a comic book, you were easy to read.
You had many problems, and were hard to believe,
But this shit fixed you man, and it was lookin’ up for you now!
Then it all went down when I went out of town,
And the demons of life consumed you! Yeah!
Honey this is where you belong!
You don’t even try and sing any more, you can’t even give us a song!
But please, we missed you; we missed you, so bad, yeah!
Just pick up man, and look up man, we’ll get you back in the band!”
I yelled into the microphone, falling to my knees, and almost breaking my bass.
“Please come back Gee” I whispered.
The crowed were cheering, and a few were crying. They weren’t stupid; they knew why Gerard wasn’t in the band and why I’d decided to shock everyone with my vocal ability.
I stood up again.
“This next song is dedicated to Gerard.” I shouted.
I nodded at James, the keyboardist, and he started up a slow and mournful tune.
I turned my shining eyes on the crowd and I knew before I started, this was going to end in a breakdown.
“So turn away, if you could get me a drink
Of water ‘cause my lips are chapped and faded,
Call my aunt Marie,
Help her gather all my things,
And bury me in all my favourite colours,
My sisters and my brothers, Still,
I will not kiss you! Yeah,
‘Cause the hardest part of this, is leaving you!
So turn away, ‘cause I’m awful just to see,
‘Cause all my hairs abandoned all my body,
Oh my agony,
Know that I will never marry,
Baby, I’m just soggy from the chemo,
I’m countin’ down the days to go,
It just ain’t living it!
And I just hope you know!
That If you say,
I loved you to be true,
‘Cause the hardest part of this, is leaving y- y-youu...”
I just managed to get the last word out, and before I knew it, the whole band was hugging me, and we were all crying, on stage in front of an arena full of people.
“He’s still got a chance to pull through” Frank whispered. And I nodded.
Gerard- my amazing brother- had been diagnosed with cancer four months ago, but it had gotten worse rapidly, and nobody knew if he would make it. He lost his hair from chemo, and his daughter –my niece- was wondering what was wrong with her daddy.
“Why does daddy not go out with you anymore Uncle Mikey? She’d asked.
I couldn’t answer, so Lindsey had done it for me.
“He’s not well enough sweetie” She’d said, tears dangerously close.
That was when it’d gotten too much and I’d had to leave, and return home to my wife, and spent my night sobbing my eyes out.
“Th-Thank you” I said, saluting the crowed before running off to find Alicia and Lindsey, who had left Gerard without her for the night to come and see the show.
I found them, and before I could get a word in, Lindsey hugged me, tears streaming down her face.
“He’d have loved to have seen that Mikes” She whispered.
“You think so? You really think he’d love to see the mess I got in up there?”
“He wouldn’t care about it. You showed some true skill and emotion up there.”
I just nodded glumly.
“Can I come over tonight Linds?”
“I can’t see why not? Gee’d love to see you.”
“Cool, let me just get changed and I’ll drive over with Ally and maybe the guys?”
She nodded enthusiastically, “He’s missed you. All of you.”
She walked away.
Ray, Frank and Bob found me and hugged me again.
“You did amazingly Mikey.”
“Gee would have loved it”
“It was so beautiful...”
I smiled half-heartedly
“You guys were great too...” I replied, giving Frank a one armed squeeze, as he was nearest to me.
“Listen I’m gonna go and see Gee tonight, and I was thinking we should all go... The doctors said-“
“Fuck what the doctors say.” Ray spat, cutting me off.
I smiled at him.
“Be warned guys, he’s gotten worse since you last saw him... his hairs all gone, he’s bone thin and...” I couldn’t continue.
Bob squeezed my shoulder gently to let me know I don’t have to finish.
“We don’t give a fuck what he looks like, just so long as we can see him.” He said.
The others nodded in agreement.
“C’mon, let’s get changed and head on over.” Ray said before walking over to the dressing rooms.
I sat in my chair, watching some ridiculously far-fetched television show and cursing out loud at the aching in my frail body and the burning in my chest.
I selfishly wished Lindsey hadn’t left me, but at the same time, I was hoping she was enjoying the show, with Mikey taking my place.
We’d told him it’d be temporary and that I’d be back in a while.
Except he wasn’t stupid, he knew I was a goner; I wasn’t even able to walk anymore. I was slowly dying and he could see it.
I saw how it broke his heart, and how as I progressively got worse, He avoided people more.
It was like, if I was hurting, he’d be hurting too. I felt horrible for inflicting this upon him.
I also thought about my band mates, and wondered how they were playing without me.
Just as I thought of them, funnily enough, they all trooped through the door, followed by Lindsey, and smiled awkwardly.
“Hi Gee...” Mikey said, and sat by me.
I noticed the others gawking at me while Lindsey offered coffee.
They all accepted her offer, and returned to me.
“Oh Gee...” Frank whispered, shock in his eyes at how fast my health had declined.
“Yeah, it’s bad isn’t it,” I said.
“Yeah... Really bad.” He said.
I saw Mikey shoot him a look that clearly said ‘that’s so rude!’
“Chill guys... So how was the show tonight?” I asked, genuinely interested.
“Mikey was brilliant. He did cancer for you...broke down at the end of it, and there wasn’t a dry eye in the house, but still, it was stunning.” Ray said eagerly
“Good one Mikes.” I smiled.
I was trying to be as cheery as possible, but it just wasn’t working; the pain in my chest was getting worse by the second and I was sure I was going to cough up fire or something any minute.
“Yeah, he was Amazing, he....” Franks voice was blurring out of focus and I felt truly terrible now.
Then I realised what was happening.
“This is it.” I said, slightly shocked at how quickly this had come on.
“Tell Bandit I love her, and look after Lindsey for me?” I said to the boys, Mikey specifically.
“What?” Mikey began and then Frank finished it.
“No! You can’t give up Gerard! You can’t”
The guys were crying, and Lindsey had run in from the kitchen.
Sobbing, she took my frail hand in hers, and Mikey took the other, as I began retching and screaming.
My vision went red and then clear, and I saw that I was coughing up black fluid.
It stopped for a millisecond, and I looked up and saw the mortified faces of my band and my wife, and then I heard a small, scared voice from the doorway.
“What wong wiv daddy?” Bandit wailed.
Ray rushed over picking her up, and he took her upstairs on Lindsey’s orders.
Bob was at the phone, speaking fast and Frank was talking to me about things. Any old drivel, it didn’t matter, I think he was doing it so he didn’t panic.
I was in absolute agony at this point, black liquid, like tar, was coming up every second, and there was a fury stirring in my chest. It was hot, yet it was cold, like fire or ice, but I couldn’t decide what.
Then, I heard Mikey and Lindsey telling me to hold on, that the ambulance would be here soon, but it was too late. My world went black and all pain left me. There was a feeling of happiness for a split second, but then it was all over.
I had lost the fight.
Gerard, after minutes of thrashing and retching, finally flopped back in his chair, his eyes wide and empty, dead.
“NO! GERARD! WAKE UP!” Lindsey screamed at him, while Mikey held her close, and tried to calm her down.
Ray had come downstairs without Bandit, and was crying at the sight of Gerard sitting lifelessly in his chair.
Bob had fainted, and the paramedics, who had arrived seconds too late, were trying to bring him round.
And Me? Well, I stood there on the spot, still as a statue, Time seemingly slowing around me, my mind frantically trying to fix my world which had just fallen apart in front of my eyes.
My best friend was gone.
I couldn’t even cry. All I could do was stare.
My heart broke, in several different ways for different people.
My heart broke for Mikey, who’d lost a brother and a best friend,
My heart broke for Lindsey, who’d lost a soul mate,
My heart broke for The Way Parents, who would never see their son alive again,
My heart broke for Ray, who’d lost a friend he’d known since high-school,
My heart broke for Bob, who may not have known him longest, had lost a friend like a brother
My heart broke for the fans, who would never see Gerard sing again,
And my heart practically shattered for Bandit, whose father was taken from her life before it had really begun.
I didn’t know what to do.
Bob had come round and walked over to me.
C’mon Frank, let’s leave them alone,” he gestured at Lindsey who was clutching her dead husbands arm, and refusing to let the paramedics take him away, and he nodded towards Mikey, who was sat in the same spot, eyes wide, tears cascading down his face, rocking himself back and forth.
Bob helped me walk to the door, but as we were in the hallway, I looked up the stairs, and saw Bandits door.
Without thinking I began to head towards her room.
I opened the door, and she wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
“Bandit?” I called.
There was a muffled noise from the closet.
I headed over and opened the closet door, where the small girl was sitting, her face in her hands, crying.
“Oh, Lady B,” I sighed, picking her up.
“Where daddy uncle Fwank? She said, staring at me.
“Daddy’s err... gone to sleep honey.” I said, not telling her that he would never wake up.
She nodded silently.
“B? How would you like to come and stay at mine tonight with Cherry and Lily?” I asked, wishing to relieve Lindsey of her duties as a mother, so she could be with Mikey and Gerard.
“Okay Uncle Fwank, but can Mama come too?” She asked politely.
“Not tonight sweetie, but you have to come over. Please? For Uncle Frankie?” I could feel the delayed tears beginning, here, and she tilted her head sideways.
“Okay, Can I sleep at yours Uncle Fwank? Mamas being loud.” And sure enough, Lindsey’s heartbroken cries could be heard.
“Yes B, you can.” And she rested her head on my shoulder while I cried, and carried her out the house with Ray and Bob.
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