Muse thanks the crowd graciously and heads off stage. The lights go out. Over the roar of the crowd, they can barely make out “MCR” being chanted.
Frank feels a hand slide over his shoulder and down across his chest. The smell of alcohol tells him who it is. His heart seems to stop beating. All he can hear is Gerard’s breathing, as if the crowd had gone silent. He feels his body want to tremble out of fear. He does his best to control his muscles, although he knows Gerard is so intoxicated, he’d probably never notice.
“You want me?” He pauses. Frank can hear something dark, something ominous in his voice. “You really want me?” Gerard licks the side of Frank’s neck. A shiver escapes Frank’s control. Gerard laughs, though it’s inaudible over the crowd, but Frank can feel the movement in Gerard’s chest pressed tightly against his back. “Then you... you my little Frankie... can be my little... faggot... my whore.” Suddenly Frank can’t breathe, like Gerard’s words took the air out of the room. Gerard’s hand pats him hard on his chest. Then as quickly as he was there, he is gone.
Frank is certain. The show cannot go on tonight. Gerard is dangerously out of control, and someone is going to get hurt. He tries to catch Mikey and Ray, but to no avail. They have already run out on stage, grabbing their instrument. Frank joins them. The stage lights come on. As if he could have found him through the darkness, Gerard is glaring right at Frank, catching Frank’s attention. The same ominous look is in his eyes that was in his voice back stage. Instinctively, Frank makes a move to try to warn Mikey once more. Gerard steps in his way. He looks down at Frank, an amused grin growing on his lips.
“They can’t save you!” he taunts.
“Gerard, you can’t perf...”
“They can’t save me either.” He pokes his finger in Frank’s chest. “And neither. Can. YOU!” The sound in Gerard’s voice, the words he spoke, combined with his current physical state terrifies Frank. He breaks eye contact with Gerard and glances around, catching Mikey’s eyes finally. Mikey can clearly read the terror and cry for help in Frank’s expression. Mikey redirects his gaze to Gerard. Gerard turns to look at Mikey, coolly and calmly. Mikey sees why Frank looks so terrified.
Before Mikey can make a move, Gerard starts the show, his back still towards the screaming fans.
“Are you ready, New Jerseeeeeyyyyy?” Gerard shouts into the microphone. The crowd roars even louder. He turns to face them. “It’s so FUCKING GOOD to be back home!” The music starts for “Give ‘Em Hell, Kid.” Gerard turns towards the guys, shouting in the microphone.
“NO! NO! NO! Let’s play a different one... hmmm. How about...” Pretending to think while tapping his finger on the side of his chin, Gerard turns back to squarely face Frank. “’You Don’t Know What They Do To Guys Like Us’?!” Frank is more sure than before this show isn’t going to last long at all.
The music has started without him, but Gerard’s dark gaze is still holding Frank’s. Something is holding him there; he is unable to break it, unable to play any music. Without any warning, Gerard begins singing and prances around towards the awaiting fans.
Frank begins to strum the strings on his guitar. The whole moment seems surreal. Ray has since become aware of the situation’s dangerous proximity to the edge of the proverbial cliff. He and Mikey are watching Frank. Frank throws a glance at them. He sees Ray’s face drop. Time stands still. Gerard is in front of Frank in an instant. He grabs Frank roughly with the arm holding the microphone, shoving his free hand down the front of Frank’s pants. Frank is incapable of stopping a wave of desire from coursing through his system, even though he knows this isn’t “their” Gerard. He never stops singing.
“Too much, too late, or just not enough of this pain in my heart. For your dying wish, I'll kiss your lips again...” Gerard kisses Frank hard, dropping the microphone on the stage floor. His other hand is still shoved down the front of Frank’s pants. In the small amount of lucidity Gerard has left, he knows Frank can’t resist. He flashes a devious grin at Frank. Frank draws a sharp breath as Gerard’s hand finds his hardening penis. The crowd is screaming and singing the lyrics Gerard is too occupied to sing. He kisses Frank again. As he breaks the kiss, he bites hard on Frank’s lower lip. Blood runs down Frank’s chin.
“Is this what you want?” he snarls in Frank’s ear. Without missing a beat, he lets go of Frank and grabs the microphone from the floor and jumps right back into the show with his favorite line.
“Do you have the keys to the hotel, ‘cause I’m gonna string the mother-fucker on FIRE!”
Mikey and Ray just look at Frank, unsure what to do. Afraid of Gerard’s reaction, they end the song as normal, moving on to the next one on the playlist. Gerard plays to the crowd, offering Frank a reprieve to collect himself mentally and physically. Mikey carefully moves across the stage, trying not to draw his brother’s attention. After the song ends, Gerard starts rambling to the crowd. Mikey takes the chance to talk to Frank.
“I’ll live. Something’s wrong with Gerard, though. We’ve got to get him off this stage! As soon as we can!”
“I know. I’ll snake over to Ray and talk to him before we make any moves, though.”
Frank just shakes his head yes. Gerard has stopped talking and the next song is beginning. Keeping Gerard in his peripherals, Frank tries to act as normal as possible. Gerard is crooning out “I’m not okay” over and over during the song, and Frank notices a subtle change in his expression. He’s not sure what it is, but he doesn’t like it. They get through the verses and move on to the bridge. Frank starts to think it was just Gerard reacting to the lyrics. And Frank is somewhat right, but not in the way he thinks.
Suddenly, Gerard whips around to face Frank. The arrogance that was in his face is replaced by fear of himself. He is staggering around, trying to find words. The microphone slips from his grasp. All he can think of is the lyrics to the song. He says the only thing he can.
“Trust me, Frank, I’m not okay...”
As if suddenly and keenly aware of Gerard’s mental state, the crowd’s roar dies. Gerard stumbles backwards. "Noooo! GERARD!!" Frank lunges for Gerard, but he’s too late. Gerard tumbles backwards off the stage, landing hard on the concrete floor.
As evil as I am I'll leave it here. Maybe I'll make another update today, no-one knows.