He wasn't sleeping again. He'd roll over, begin to fall asleep, start whimpering, then I'd have to wake him up again. The date: September 18, 2001. One week after 9/11. Gerard wasn't the same when he came home. He always seemed deep in thought, or unreachable. At first I thought he was in shock, after all, he had seen it all with his very own eyes. "Hunny, can I talk to you?" he said, sitting up in bed. "Of course, Gee." I said, usually I would be unbearbly cranky right now, but I sat up too. I hoped he was going to tell me what the dreams were about. "Well, it's just... It came out of fucking nowhere! And I couldn't even help anyone!" he said, I looked at him, I was concerned. "Well, are you saying you want to join the force?" "No, I just want to... I want to save kids lives. I want them to know that it's okay to be messed up a little! I want to start a band!" he said, starting to sound excited. "I know! I'll call Ray!" he started looking around for his phone. "Toro?" "The very one! He's the best guitar player I know!" "You can't call him now! It's 2 am!" I know he's excited, but I don't think Ray would be too pleased if he got a call this late. "Okay.. And Mikey! Mikey could play bass! And Bob! He loves the drums!" he started brainstorming out loud. I smiled, hoping that for once, he'd get a goodnight's sleep.
So? Do you like it so far? I'm going to give everyone who auditioned a part, okay? It might not be the exact part you want, but it'll be a part! :)