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I could hear the rowdy teens roaring in the club as the band that was preceding us ran off stage, grinning and drunk, stumbling around and high-fiving each other. How they even managed to drag their butts up and play that set really does astound me. Oh, there they go again, downing more.
“ALRIGHT BITCHES!” I hear Bob’s uncle yell “THIS IS MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE! AND THIS IS THEIR FIRST EVER PERFORMANCE!” That was all I remember hearing, next thing I know I’m screaming out lyrics to songs by Bowie, The Smiths, Smashing Pumpkins, PIL, Angelic Upstarts and UK Subs, even Green Day and some of our own creations were streaming past my lips. Adrenaline pounded through my veins, like troops charging into war, fighting for a better future, their families and their friends, and fighting to make something from themselves. As I screamed goodnight to the crowd, who roared and screamed, throwing each other round, I figured that’s what I’m doing. This isn’t just about me any more. It’s about the band. It’s about the baby. It’s about Frank. I have to fight, and that’s what I’m going to do, and I’m never, ever going to stop.
I lean against the bar, still buzzing inside and shaking from the nerves that were streaming through me when we first graced the stage.
“You guys were amazing!” Bob’s uncle, Jack I think his name is, screamed across the bar ruffling my hair with his porky fingers, “They all loved you!” I beamed at Frank and pulled him into a hug, grinning up at my brother and band mates like a maniac…hold the phone…I AM A MANIAC!
“I’M A FIRE STARTER! A TWISTED FIRE STARTER!” Screeched the next band from the stage, the bass was a little too fats but y’know, this is a punk club! People who do whatever they like, when they like, with who they like usually are considered as Punk, hence why they are in a punk club.
“Thanks man! It’s been great!” I yell back, taking a swig of my orange juice to soothe my aching throat.
“How about playing here again some time?” He asked, still hollering and leaning over the bar so we could hear.
“HELL YES!” Frank screamed, bouncing on the balls of his feet, sweat dripping down his face, his make up was running and his hair was stringy and hanging in his beautiful eyes.
“Awesome! I’ll give you a ring!” And with that he throws $200 at us and bounces off down the bar to serve some rowdy Goths some drinks.
“ I think we should go home!” I yell, but Bob, Ray and Mikey shake their heads, obviously wanting to party further and I sigh. “Meet you at home then!” They nod and I shake my head at them as they bounce off in different directions, I chuckle slightly and look down at Frankie, who’s still cuddled up against me with his head resting on my chest.
“C’mon Gee, let’s go home.” He says, kissing me softly and rubbing my stomach before taking my hand and leading me outside. I really am the luckiest hermaphrodite on the planet. And that’s exactly what I am, and I can except that. I, Gerard Way, am a pregnant, gay hermaphrodite. And I am going to fuck this world.
This is the end of this story ;)
“ALRIGHT BITCHES!” I hear Bob’s uncle yell “THIS IS MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE! AND THIS IS THEIR FIRST EVER PERFORMANCE!” That was all I remember hearing, next thing I know I’m screaming out lyrics to songs by Bowie, The Smiths, Smashing Pumpkins, PIL, Angelic Upstarts and UK Subs, even Green Day and some of our own creations were streaming past my lips. Adrenaline pounded through my veins, like troops charging into war, fighting for a better future, their families and their friends, and fighting to make something from themselves. As I screamed goodnight to the crowd, who roared and screamed, throwing each other round, I figured that’s what I’m doing. This isn’t just about me any more. It’s about the band. It’s about the baby. It’s about Frank. I have to fight, and that’s what I’m going to do, and I’m never, ever going to stop.
I lean against the bar, still buzzing inside and shaking from the nerves that were streaming through me when we first graced the stage.
“You guys were amazing!” Bob’s uncle, Jack I think his name is, screamed across the bar ruffling my hair with his porky fingers, “They all loved you!” I beamed at Frank and pulled him into a hug, grinning up at my brother and band mates like a maniac…hold the phone…I AM A MANIAC!
“I’M A FIRE STARTER! A TWISTED FIRE STARTER!” Screeched the next band from the stage, the bass was a little too fats but y’know, this is a punk club! People who do whatever they like, when they like, with who they like usually are considered as Punk, hence why they are in a punk club.
“Thanks man! It’s been great!” I yell back, taking a swig of my orange juice to soothe my aching throat.
“How about playing here again some time?” He asked, still hollering and leaning over the bar so we could hear.
“HELL YES!” Frank screamed, bouncing on the balls of his feet, sweat dripping down his face, his make up was running and his hair was stringy and hanging in his beautiful eyes.
“Awesome! I’ll give you a ring!” And with that he throws $200 at us and bounces off down the bar to serve some rowdy Goths some drinks.
“ I think we should go home!” I yell, but Bob, Ray and Mikey shake their heads, obviously wanting to party further and I sigh. “Meet you at home then!” They nod and I shake my head at them as they bounce off in different directions, I chuckle slightly and look down at Frankie, who’s still cuddled up against me with his head resting on my chest.
“C’mon Gee, let’s go home.” He says, kissing me softly and rubbing my stomach before taking my hand and leading me outside. I really am the luckiest hermaphrodite on the planet. And that’s exactly what I am, and I can except that. I, Gerard Way, am a pregnant, gay hermaphrodite. And I am going to fuck this world.
This is the end of this story ;)
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