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Finally... Chapter 2 :) This chapter is one of my favorites... :)'
*** IF YOU'RE READING THIS AND YOU'VE ALREADY READ THE CHAPTER, I FORGOT A PART @ THE END: SO PLEASE READ THE END. THANK YOU. :)
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Gerard's P.O.V.
The next few days were spent going over some touring stuff, details about a possible music
video for I'm Not Okay, and what we could do to find a drummer.
Brian had asked us to come over to his house so we could discuss the vital no drummer issue. We
were ready to tour, but Matt left so nothing could be done until one was found, even if it could
only be a temporary drummer. We were all hoping we could find a new permanent member, but with
only 1 1/2 weeks to do that, the chances we're very slim.
Ray gave me a ride since my hangover was beating the shit out of my head. I told myself to act
as normal as possible though when Mikey arrived. I'm starting to see how upset he is about my
drinking...
Ray and I were the first to arrive. Brian was on the phone, but he directed us to the kitchen
where he promised coffee would be waiting. Ray and I helped ourselves to some and sat down.
10 or 15 minutes or so passed, and neither Brian, Mikey, or Frank walked into the kitchen to
join us. I got my phone out and texted Mikey.
Dude, where are you? Brian told you about the meeting, right?
A minute later, my phone blasted Astro Zombies by the Misfits, and Mikey's reply showed on the
screen. I'll be there soon. I took a little detour.
I raised an eyebrow. ... And that would be? ...
M: I stopped by Corn Dog Planet.
G: That new Corn Dog restaurant?
M: Maybe.
G:Mikey.
M: Okay! Yes. Happy?
G: Very. Is there a particular reason you couldn't just wait to ask Brian if he has any
Corn Dogs?
M: Yes, because I was very hungry, and I was craving Corn Dogs more than a starving
pregnant woman.
G: Whatever. Have you heard from Frank?
M: Nope. Why, is he not there?
G: Not yet. Just get here soon, will ya?
M: Yes, mother. :b
I rolled my eyes and put my phone back into my pocket as Brian walked into the kitchen.
"Where's Mikey and Frank?" Brian asked.
"We're not quite sure where Frank is. Mikey stopped at Corn Dog Planet, but he'll be here soon,"
I told him.
Ray gasped. "Oh, I love that place!" he exclaimed. "You know, they have the best cheese-filled
hot dogs..." he said, stopping after he realized Brian was glaring at him. "Sorry," he murmured.
"It's true though."
Brian shook it off. "It's alright. Around touring-time I get stressed out a lot," he explained.
"So, you have no idea where that 4"9 walking bag of skittles is?"
"I talked to him yesterday, but haven't heard from him," I replied.
The front door slammed. A few seconds later, none other than Frank walked through the archway
into the kitchen... wearing a tall sombrero.
"Hey guys," he greeted us, smiling. He sat down next to me like everything was normal.
"Nice of you to join us, Mr. Iero," I joked.
"I thought so too," Frank laughed as he stole my coffee and took a sip.
"May I ask you something?" Brian asked Frank.
Frank nodded.
"Why the fuck are you wearing a sombrero?!?" Brian exclaimed.
Frank shrugged. "I went to an old friend of mine's party last night, got completely wasted, and
I woke up this morning with it on."
"Oh, that's nice Frank," Brian said sarcastically, "What if it has lice?"
Frank shrugged and took it off. "I think it's alright..." he said as he inspected it. He leaned
across the table and set it on Ray's head. "I think it works on you," Frank complimented.
Brian and I burst out with laughter. Because, how often to you get to see a tall guy with a fro
wearing a ridiculously tall sombrero?
"Hey!" Ray said, as he tried to adjust the hat.
A minute later Mikey walked in, carrying 4 Corn Dogs. He looked at Ray's hat. "What's with the-"
"Enough talking, sit," Brian gestured him to the seat next to Ray.
Brian sat down as well. "Now, let's get started..." he stopped, watching as Mikey tried to
discreetly give Frank one of the Corn Dogs.
"Sorry," Frank murmured, as he and Mikey both innocently nibbled the Corn Dogs.
"Anyways-"
Mikey raised his hand.
"What is it?" Brian asked through his teeth.
"Do you have any Ketchup or Mustard?" Mikey squeaked.
Brian stood up dramatically, and pounded his feet over to the fridge.
"He's just stressed," I whispered to Frank and Mikey.
Brian returned and slammed a bottle of Ketchup and a bottle of Mustard on the table.
"Satisfied?" he asked in his most polite voice possible.
"Yup," Mikey replied as he took the Ketchup.
"Thanks Brian," Frank said quietly, but with a smile on his face, as he grabbed the Mustard.
"Now," Brian said as he sat down once again, "We're in desperate need of a drummer."
All four of us nodded.
"I think I know someone who can help, but we'd have to pay them," Brian offered.
"I think we're all willing to pitch in," Ray said, as he looked at our agreeing expressions.
Brian nodded and pulled out his cell phone. "Heard of The Used?" he asked as he started going
through what I assumed were contacts.
We all nodded again.
"They have a sound guy who's pretty good at drums. I've met him once, he's seems pretty nice,
too. From Chicago," Brian started to ramble. "The thing is is that The Used are on tour right
now, so we'd have to pay them so they could hire a temporary replacement for him. The good news
is that he'll most likely play the drums for the video for free. Is that all right?"
We all nodded once more.
Brian pushed a button and put the phone on speaker. After a few rings, someone picked up.
"Hello?" a voice slurred.
"Bert," Brian said happily, "It's Brian. How have you been?"
"Oh, you know," the voice said slowly, "The usual."
"Drunk?" Brian asked.
"You know it," the voice agreed.
"Listen, would it be all right if I stole Bryar away from you for a few days? I can find someone
to replace him," Brian asked. Frank gasped.
"It might not be him," I whispered to him, though I was secretly hoping it was myself.
Bert laughed. "Sounds good. You wanna talk to him?"
"Sure," Brian said. The phone shuffled for a moment.
"Hello?" a voice asked.
"Bob?" Brian questioned.
"Hey Brian," the voice replied. It was unmistakably Bob.
"BOB!" Frank squealed into the phone.
"Frank?" Bob asked. "What the fuck-"
"Frank, chill a sec!" Brian said after Frank tried to take the phone out of his hands.
"What's going on?" Bob asked.
"Listen, have you heard of My Chemical Romance?" Brian asked.
"Pft, how could I not? They're making headlines nowadays... plus I like to make sure my old
pals from school are okay. Are the rest of the guys there?"
"Um... Sorta..." Brian told him.
"Hey!" Mikey, Ray, and I said.
"Dude!" Bob exclaimed, but in a good way, "What the fuck is going on?"
"We sorta need a drummer for a video shoot. You interested?" Brian asked.
"Hell yes," Bob agreed.
"Great. I'll call you back with the details," Brian said.
"Sounds good," Bob agreed.
Frank grabbed the phone from him. "I love you, Bobbert, I can't wait to see you again!"
Brian took the phone back. Bob sighed. "Oh god-" Brian hung up the phone.
"Um... guys," Ray said in a worried tone, "The sombrero is stuck in my hair."
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R+R? :)
*** IF YOU'RE READING THIS AND YOU'VE ALREADY READ THE CHAPTER, I FORGOT A PART @ THE END: SO PLEASE READ THE END. THANK YOU. :)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gerard's P.O.V.
The next few days were spent going over some touring stuff, details about a possible music
video for I'm Not Okay, and what we could do to find a drummer.
Brian had asked us to come over to his house so we could discuss the vital no drummer issue. We
were ready to tour, but Matt left so nothing could be done until one was found, even if it could
only be a temporary drummer. We were all hoping we could find a new permanent member, but with
only 1 1/2 weeks to do that, the chances we're very slim.
Ray gave me a ride since my hangover was beating the shit out of my head. I told myself to act
as normal as possible though when Mikey arrived. I'm starting to see how upset he is about my
drinking...
Ray and I were the first to arrive. Brian was on the phone, but he directed us to the kitchen
where he promised coffee would be waiting. Ray and I helped ourselves to some and sat down.
10 or 15 minutes or so passed, and neither Brian, Mikey, or Frank walked into the kitchen to
join us. I got my phone out and texted Mikey.
Dude, where are you? Brian told you about the meeting, right?
A minute later, my phone blasted Astro Zombies by the Misfits, and Mikey's reply showed on the
screen. I'll be there soon. I took a little detour.
I raised an eyebrow. ... And that would be? ...
M: I stopped by Corn Dog Planet.
G: That new Corn Dog restaurant?
M: Maybe.
G:Mikey.
M: Okay! Yes. Happy?
G: Very. Is there a particular reason you couldn't just wait to ask Brian if he has any
Corn Dogs?
M: Yes, because I was very hungry, and I was craving Corn Dogs more than a starving
pregnant woman.
G: Whatever. Have you heard from Frank?
M: Nope. Why, is he not there?
G: Not yet. Just get here soon, will ya?
M: Yes, mother. :b
I rolled my eyes and put my phone back into my pocket as Brian walked into the kitchen.
"Where's Mikey and Frank?" Brian asked.
"We're not quite sure where Frank is. Mikey stopped at Corn Dog Planet, but he'll be here soon,"
I told him.
Ray gasped. "Oh, I love that place!" he exclaimed. "You know, they have the best cheese-filled
hot dogs..." he said, stopping after he realized Brian was glaring at him. "Sorry," he murmured.
"It's true though."
Brian shook it off. "It's alright. Around touring-time I get stressed out a lot," he explained.
"So, you have no idea where that 4"9 walking bag of skittles is?"
"I talked to him yesterday, but haven't heard from him," I replied.
The front door slammed. A few seconds later, none other than Frank walked through the archway
into the kitchen... wearing a tall sombrero.
"Hey guys," he greeted us, smiling. He sat down next to me like everything was normal.
"Nice of you to join us, Mr. Iero," I joked.
"I thought so too," Frank laughed as he stole my coffee and took a sip.
"May I ask you something?" Brian asked Frank.
Frank nodded.
"Why the fuck are you wearing a sombrero?!?" Brian exclaimed.
Frank shrugged. "I went to an old friend of mine's party last night, got completely wasted, and
I woke up this morning with it on."
"Oh, that's nice Frank," Brian said sarcastically, "What if it has lice?"
Frank shrugged and took it off. "I think it's alright..." he said as he inspected it. He leaned
across the table and set it on Ray's head. "I think it works on you," Frank complimented.
Brian and I burst out with laughter. Because, how often to you get to see a tall guy with a fro
wearing a ridiculously tall sombrero?
"Hey!" Ray said, as he tried to adjust the hat.
A minute later Mikey walked in, carrying 4 Corn Dogs. He looked at Ray's hat. "What's with the-"
"Enough talking, sit," Brian gestured him to the seat next to Ray.
Brian sat down as well. "Now, let's get started..." he stopped, watching as Mikey tried to
discreetly give Frank one of the Corn Dogs.
"Sorry," Frank murmured, as he and Mikey both innocently nibbled the Corn Dogs.
"Anyways-"
Mikey raised his hand.
"What is it?" Brian asked through his teeth.
"Do you have any Ketchup or Mustard?" Mikey squeaked.
Brian stood up dramatically, and pounded his feet over to the fridge.
"He's just stressed," I whispered to Frank and Mikey.
Brian returned and slammed a bottle of Ketchup and a bottle of Mustard on the table.
"Satisfied?" he asked in his most polite voice possible.
"Yup," Mikey replied as he took the Ketchup.
"Thanks Brian," Frank said quietly, but with a smile on his face, as he grabbed the Mustard.
"Now," Brian said as he sat down once again, "We're in desperate need of a drummer."
All four of us nodded.
"I think I know someone who can help, but we'd have to pay them," Brian offered.
"I think we're all willing to pitch in," Ray said, as he looked at our agreeing expressions.
Brian nodded and pulled out his cell phone. "Heard of The Used?" he asked as he started going
through what I assumed were contacts.
We all nodded again.
"They have a sound guy who's pretty good at drums. I've met him once, he's seems pretty nice,
too. From Chicago," Brian started to ramble. "The thing is is that The Used are on tour right
now, so we'd have to pay them so they could hire a temporary replacement for him. The good news
is that he'll most likely play the drums for the video for free. Is that all right?"
We all nodded once more.
Brian pushed a button and put the phone on speaker. After a few rings, someone picked up.
"Hello?" a voice slurred.
"Bert," Brian said happily, "It's Brian. How have you been?"
"Oh, you know," the voice said slowly, "The usual."
"Drunk?" Brian asked.
"You know it," the voice agreed.
"Listen, would it be all right if I stole Bryar away from you for a few days? I can find someone
to replace him," Brian asked. Frank gasped.
"It might not be him," I whispered to him, though I was secretly hoping it was myself.
Bert laughed. "Sounds good. You wanna talk to him?"
"Sure," Brian said. The phone shuffled for a moment.
"Hello?" a voice asked.
"Bob?" Brian questioned.
"Hey Brian," the voice replied. It was unmistakably Bob.
"BOB!" Frank squealed into the phone.
"Frank?" Bob asked. "What the fuck-"
"Frank, chill a sec!" Brian said after Frank tried to take the phone out of his hands.
"What's going on?" Bob asked.
"Listen, have you heard of My Chemical Romance?" Brian asked.
"Pft, how could I not? They're making headlines nowadays... plus I like to make sure my old
pals from school are okay. Are the rest of the guys there?"
"Um... Sorta..." Brian told him.
"Hey!" Mikey, Ray, and I said.
"Dude!" Bob exclaimed, but in a good way, "What the fuck is going on?"
"We sorta need a drummer for a video shoot. You interested?" Brian asked.
"Hell yes," Bob agreed.
"Great. I'll call you back with the details," Brian said.
"Sounds good," Bob agreed.
Frank grabbed the phone from him. "I love you, Bobbert, I can't wait to see you again!"
Brian took the phone back. Bob sighed. "Oh god-" Brian hung up the phone.
"Um... guys," Ray said in a worried tone, "The sombrero is stuck in my hair."
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