Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Goodbye And Goodluck
DESOLÉ
After the interview I snuck out to my taxi and ordered him to head to my apartment in L.A. I felt like I had rung my heart out like a wet rag and now it was all crumpled and shriveled. I was emotionally drained for the day and there was nothing I wanted more than to just curl up in my bed, have a good cry and pig out on some mint chocolate chip ice cream. We were half way home when my cell phone started to ring. It was Milo, our band’s bassist.
“Hey Milo, what’s going on?” I asked when I picked up. He sighed heavily and I knew he had some bad news for me. Milo was a very flamboyant guy who was so skinny he looked bulimic. He had lots and lots of dark brown hair that curled around his angular face. He was my wing man and my best friend in the whole world. I trusted him with everything.
“Fred wanted me to tell you that we have good news and bad news.” Milo said, sounding fed up. Fred was our tour manager and was really great, but a total coward. He was scared of almost everything, which made touring with “big scary rock bands” a real hassle. It was no wonder he had sent Milo to do the dirty work.
“Uh oh. Why couldn’t he just call me himself?” I asked. Milo sighed again, heavier this time.
“He was afraid you’d lash out at him. So he sent me to do his dirty work.” Milo grumbled bitterly. My point exactly! Typical Fred.
“So what’s the good news?” I said, twirling a lock of my dark brown hair in between my index and middle fingers.
“Well y’know the Projekt Revolution tour? Fred landed us on the bill and we’re going to be joining in half way through it when they stop in L.A.” Milo said. A jolt of excitement punched me in the stomach and I squealed loudly.
“That’s great! But what’s the bad news?” I added, lowering my voice. Milo sighed a third time before speaking.
“You know who else is on the roster, right?” he asked me. I counted them off on my finger and then realized who the last two were.
“My Chemical Romance and Mindless Self Indulgence.” I mumbled, horrified. Milo was silent and what was about to go down hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt the color drain from my face and the panic rise in my chest.
“No, no we can’t do the tour. We can’t! I can’t. I can’t face him and his fiancé after what happened, after what I said…” I whined, my mind racing as I was about to get hysterical.
“It’s too late. We’ve already started advertising for it. Tickets go on sale next week.” Milo said sympathetically. I was already beat up inside from the interview but this was just too much. I let out a small whimper, a signal that the tears were about to start flowing.
“Hey now, don’t cry. You want me to come over? We can watch CSI and eat junk food. Would that make you feel better?” Milo offered sympathetically. It still amazed me that Milo was straight and had a girlfriend, who was one lucky lady.
“Uh huh.” I whimpered pathetically. I needed to spill my gut and he was the only person that I could trust with all these crazy feelings.
“Okay, I’ll be over in a few minutes. You just sit tight, kay?” Milo promised. We hung up and I threw my head back and took a big shaky breath to regain my composure. I continued the ride home in this position and stayed silent, trying not to cry.
“Hey you’re that singer from that band The Movement. My daughter’s a huge fan. Do you think you could sign this for her?” Asked the cab driver as we pulled up to my small condo. I looked up and smiled. I never felt bothered when a fan approached me. In fact my heart was always warmed by their compassion. He handed me the pen and paper and I jotted down my name.
“What’s her name?” I asked, wanting to right a little note to her. The driver suddenly blushed.
“I lied, it’s for me. My name’s Sal.” He admitted. I smiled even wider and wrote a little note that said “love ya Sal!” and handed it back to him. He read it and grinned before putting it in his shirt pocket. I paid my fare and hopped out, the warmth from the meeting with that fan leaving with Sal and his taxi. My heart sunk under the heavy burden of having to face Gerard again after all these years.
I walked up to my condo to find my front door was unlocked. Milo must’ve been inside waiting for me. He lived about a block away, which was great for the both of us. I felt something drip into my hair and looked up. The sky was turning a cold dark gray and it was starting to rain harder and harder with every passing second. California weather was so random sometimes. I scurried inside to find Milo sitting on my kitchen counter, a tub of chocolate ice cream in his lap and a spoon in his hand.
“Hope you don’t mind that I raided your fridge. You need to go shopping girl.” Milo said through a mouthful of ice cream. I pulled a spoon out of a drawer and sat next to him on the counter, resting my head on his shoulder.
“So tell me about the interview.” Milo insisted. I sighed and took spoon full of the soft ice cream and stuffing it in my mouth. It was the perfect consistency and very tasty.
“It was pretty average. She asked about the album. We talked about you and the other guys.” I shrugged sadly. Milo nodded for me to continue.
“And…?” he urged. I pouted and tried not to make an ugly face as the tears started to flow from my eyes.
“She wanted me to talk about what happened with me and G-Gerard.” I cried, spooning more ice cream into my mouth.
“Oh, honey don’t cry.” Milo said sadly, wrapping his arm around me and giving me a comforting squeeze. “Did you talk about it?” he asked, looking toward me.
“Yeah, I did.” I told him through my heavy tears.
“Good girl. Trust me, it may hurt now but your gonna feel so much better that you got it off your chest.” Milo assured me.
“I guess. I just felt like the fans deserved to know. And I wanted to get people to stop saying such nasty things about me.” I explained. Milo nodded understandingly.
“Haters gonna hate.” Milo said. I laughed a little, then some more. Soon I was laughing so hard that happy tears were spilling out. The joke hadn’t even been that funny but I couldn’t stop laughing. Milo laughed along with me.
“There’s that pretty smile.” He said once our hysterics had died down enough to where we could talk. “Come on, let’s go out and get something else to eat. This ice cream is gonna go straight to our thighs.” Milo said. We put the ice cream away and the spoons in the sink.
I was so happy to have a friend as good as Milo. Happy and lucky… For now at least.
After the interview I snuck out to my taxi and ordered him to head to my apartment in L.A. I felt like I had rung my heart out like a wet rag and now it was all crumpled and shriveled. I was emotionally drained for the day and there was nothing I wanted more than to just curl up in my bed, have a good cry and pig out on some mint chocolate chip ice cream. We were half way home when my cell phone started to ring. It was Milo, our band’s bassist.
“Hey Milo, what’s going on?” I asked when I picked up. He sighed heavily and I knew he had some bad news for me. Milo was a very flamboyant guy who was so skinny he looked bulimic. He had lots and lots of dark brown hair that curled around his angular face. He was my wing man and my best friend in the whole world. I trusted him with everything.
“Fred wanted me to tell you that we have good news and bad news.” Milo said, sounding fed up. Fred was our tour manager and was really great, but a total coward. He was scared of almost everything, which made touring with “big scary rock bands” a real hassle. It was no wonder he had sent Milo to do the dirty work.
“Uh oh. Why couldn’t he just call me himself?” I asked. Milo sighed again, heavier this time.
“He was afraid you’d lash out at him. So he sent me to do his dirty work.” Milo grumbled bitterly. My point exactly! Typical Fred.
“So what’s the good news?” I said, twirling a lock of my dark brown hair in between my index and middle fingers.
“Well y’know the Projekt Revolution tour? Fred landed us on the bill and we’re going to be joining in half way through it when they stop in L.A.” Milo said. A jolt of excitement punched me in the stomach and I squealed loudly.
“That’s great! But what’s the bad news?” I added, lowering my voice. Milo sighed a third time before speaking.
“You know who else is on the roster, right?” he asked me. I counted them off on my finger and then realized who the last two were.
“My Chemical Romance and Mindless Self Indulgence.” I mumbled, horrified. Milo was silent and what was about to go down hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt the color drain from my face and the panic rise in my chest.
“No, no we can’t do the tour. We can’t! I can’t. I can’t face him and his fiancé after what happened, after what I said…” I whined, my mind racing as I was about to get hysterical.
“It’s too late. We’ve already started advertising for it. Tickets go on sale next week.” Milo said sympathetically. I was already beat up inside from the interview but this was just too much. I let out a small whimper, a signal that the tears were about to start flowing.
“Hey now, don’t cry. You want me to come over? We can watch CSI and eat junk food. Would that make you feel better?” Milo offered sympathetically. It still amazed me that Milo was straight and had a girlfriend, who was one lucky lady.
“Uh huh.” I whimpered pathetically. I needed to spill my gut and he was the only person that I could trust with all these crazy feelings.
“Okay, I’ll be over in a few minutes. You just sit tight, kay?” Milo promised. We hung up and I threw my head back and took a big shaky breath to regain my composure. I continued the ride home in this position and stayed silent, trying not to cry.
“Hey you’re that singer from that band The Movement. My daughter’s a huge fan. Do you think you could sign this for her?” Asked the cab driver as we pulled up to my small condo. I looked up and smiled. I never felt bothered when a fan approached me. In fact my heart was always warmed by their compassion. He handed me the pen and paper and I jotted down my name.
“What’s her name?” I asked, wanting to right a little note to her. The driver suddenly blushed.
“I lied, it’s for me. My name’s Sal.” He admitted. I smiled even wider and wrote a little note that said “love ya Sal!” and handed it back to him. He read it and grinned before putting it in his shirt pocket. I paid my fare and hopped out, the warmth from the meeting with that fan leaving with Sal and his taxi. My heart sunk under the heavy burden of having to face Gerard again after all these years.
I walked up to my condo to find my front door was unlocked. Milo must’ve been inside waiting for me. He lived about a block away, which was great for the both of us. I felt something drip into my hair and looked up. The sky was turning a cold dark gray and it was starting to rain harder and harder with every passing second. California weather was so random sometimes. I scurried inside to find Milo sitting on my kitchen counter, a tub of chocolate ice cream in his lap and a spoon in his hand.
“Hope you don’t mind that I raided your fridge. You need to go shopping girl.” Milo said through a mouthful of ice cream. I pulled a spoon out of a drawer and sat next to him on the counter, resting my head on his shoulder.
“So tell me about the interview.” Milo insisted. I sighed and took spoon full of the soft ice cream and stuffing it in my mouth. It was the perfect consistency and very tasty.
“It was pretty average. She asked about the album. We talked about you and the other guys.” I shrugged sadly. Milo nodded for me to continue.
“And…?” he urged. I pouted and tried not to make an ugly face as the tears started to flow from my eyes.
“She wanted me to talk about what happened with me and G-Gerard.” I cried, spooning more ice cream into my mouth.
“Oh, honey don’t cry.” Milo said sadly, wrapping his arm around me and giving me a comforting squeeze. “Did you talk about it?” he asked, looking toward me.
“Yeah, I did.” I told him through my heavy tears.
“Good girl. Trust me, it may hurt now but your gonna feel so much better that you got it off your chest.” Milo assured me.
“I guess. I just felt like the fans deserved to know. And I wanted to get people to stop saying such nasty things about me.” I explained. Milo nodded understandingly.
“Haters gonna hate.” Milo said. I laughed a little, then some more. Soon I was laughing so hard that happy tears were spilling out. The joke hadn’t even been that funny but I couldn’t stop laughing. Milo laughed along with me.
“There’s that pretty smile.” He said once our hysterics had died down enough to where we could talk. “Come on, let’s go out and get something else to eat. This ice cream is gonna go straight to our thighs.” Milo said. We put the ice cream away and the spoons in the sink.
I was so happy to have a friend as good as Milo. Happy and lucky… For now at least.
Sign up to rate and review this story